A/N: AAAHHH! *that's me screaming*

I freaking hit 2K reads! I love you guys to the moon and back!!! I know that may not mean much to people but it is means a lot to me.

Enough ranting from me.

Number of chapters left: approximately 2.

I figured that the faster I finish this book, the faster I start the sequel. That's why I updated twice this week yet Friday is two days away (Well, it is in where I am).

I'm just so psyched for the sequel! I did not rush through the chapter though. I don't like my work messy.

Happy reading and keep believing in #AleHeather! :)

Heather's POV

Yacht, here I come.

I'm glad we won the challenge because my back felt like a piano had fallen on it.

I am not kidding. I swear, I heard a huge crack when I was standing up to go to my room.

Stretching my hands and yawning, I made it to the room on the yacht.

Tomorrow, I'm definitely getting a massage.

I skipped into the grand bathroom with both a bathtub and a shower. I decided to have a steam shower, just to treat myself.

I didn't feel like wearing much, because the island was already hot so I threw on a big, old baseball shirt my brother gave me and my underwear.

I turned up the AC to 20 degrees before tossing the remote over my shoulder, to God knows where.

After I turned off the lights, I entered the silky bedcovers, sighing, as I let the warmth and comfort of the bed put me under their spell.

I was on the verge of falling asleep when I heard a knock on the door.

"Come in," I croaked. I was so startled on how groggy my voice was, I, then, cleared my voice and repeated what I said.

I couldn't see much but the light coming from the thin curtains on the sliding door enabled me to see a tall silhouette figure.

"Do you mind if I stay with you tonight?" The husky voice pleaded.

I should have said no. But my energy was drained so I just mumbled 'sure'.

The bed tipped over because of the weight from Alejandro.

"You need to stay off the pancakes for a while," I mumbled, my head lying on the pillow.

Alejandro just chuckled.

"What's the matter? Missed me so much you couldn't wait for morning for me to bless you with my presence?" I teased.

"If I needed to see you, I would look at the selfies of me and you on my phone," Alejandro replied. "And those are a lot so I think I'm good," Alejandro sighed. "I am having trouble sleeping,"

"What's bothering you?" I asked.

Alejandro hasn't been talking ever since he got the phone call yesterday. Maybe the person calling him put him down.

"Nothing. I just really hate this stupid show and I want to leave," Alejandro answered.

Liar, liar. Pants on fire.

"Who doesn't?" I agreed, after deciding not to dwell on the subject too much.

I hadn't noticed how Alejandro was so close to me until I felt his chest inhale and exhale. And air from his nose tickling my neck causing my nape to rise.

"Whoa buddy. Other end of the bed. I have boundaries," I stated, sitting up.

I also hadn't noticed that Alejandro was cradling me in his arms because, dang that air conditioner, I felt cold.

"Come on Heather. We are not having sex or anything," Alejandro snorted. "Unless you-"

"Ick, ick, ick!" I groaned. "Never. Why would I want to?"

"Because you cannot deny our physical attraction Heather. And I am afraid that you cannot resist me any longer," Alejandro wiggled his eyebrows.

"I'm a hormonal 17-year-old. Of course it's normal for me to be attracted to you physically," I rolled my eyes.

"It will happen sooner or later," Alejandro shifted to the other side of the bed.

"Just go to sleep," I huffed, fluffing my pillow and then letting my head fall on it.

I tugged the bed cover to reach my shoulders and shut my eyes.

"Girls tell me that I am amazing at it, but of course I am. Look at me,"

"Alejandro?"

"Yes?"

"Shut up,"

****

Lifting my lazy eyes which weighed like a ton, I yawned.

I had a good night sleep. I decided to get up but I was pulled back like an elastic rubber band.

What?

I stared at the brown wall, wondering what was going on. Hold on a minute. Walls do not have sexy abs and last time I remember, the bed isn't close enough for me touch.

Alejandro!

My senses kicked in and I felt his arms around my lower waist- and one had slipped under my shirt. His head was nestled in the crook of my neck and I could hear him inhale softly. My arms were in his ruffled, brown hair for some reason.

But the whole time I was wondering...how the hell did I turn to 180 degrees, face him and end up close to him?

I pushed his face away from my neck and I gawked at his face like the creepy person I am.

He looked angelic. He had a silly grin on his face and his face was relaxed. He mumbled something in Spanish before sighing and falling asleep again.

Just to test how possessive he was in his sleep, I pulled away from his grip but Alejandro frowned and pulled me back like I was some kind of teddy bear.

Alejandro finally opened his eyes when I managed to climb out of his arms.

"Morning sleepyhead," I said, looking at the sliding door.

"Morning, mi amor," He mumbled, stretching.

I heard footsteps and then a "click" sound at my right. Alejandro must've gone to the bathrooms.

I used that short time to get ready. I changed into a red tank top with black booty shorts. I sprayed perfume, put on my sunglasses and when Alejandro got out, I pushed him aside to brush my teeth.

"Someone's feisty," Alejandro commented.

I ignored him and looked at reflection in the mirror, in the bathroom. Suddenly warm arms wrapped around my waist, causing me to gasp a little.

Alejandro began to rock me side by side, as his hair tickled my neck. His lips began to brush my neck teasingly and my hormones began to get to work.

After enough teasing, he put his lips on that same spot he put them last time and began to lick it in slow, long, small circles.

"You're going to give me a hickey," I squeaked.

"That's the whole point," Alejandro replied, gruffly.

I began to shiver and I had to bite my lip because I was bound to moan anytime soon and that wasn't happening on my watch.

When he was satisfied with the huge, red blotch on my neck, he smiled and walked out of the bathroom, then out of the room.

Great. Now Chris will never get off my back about this.

I wanted to put concealer but I was too lazy to. Why should I cover it up? It's Alejandro's gift to me.

Before, I'd put a lot of concealer on that hickey or I'd have kneed him in the groin or I'd have pushed him away.

Now, my neck wasn't the only thing which was red.

Dammit, Alejandro. What the hell are you doing to me?

I don't blush this much. That boy is changing me. I have to avoid him or it would be as awkward as hell.

I hesitated leaving with the hickey visible on my neck so I put concealer just to make the pit in my stomach disappear.

Locking the door, I searched for the massage room. I found it at the end of the hallway.

As the lady began to massage my back, my back started cracking like some sort of fire cracker.

"Bloody hell. Chris has been ruthless to you, eh?" The lady said, and you could her heavy accent.

"Don't get me started," I mumbled, as her fingers did her magic and I sighed.

After the massage, I was put for hot, coal stones on my back. They were soothing and burning-hot at the same time. I went for a mud bath, to the sauna, to the spa...

Today was a day for relaxation.

Luckily for me, the lady with the accent helped me with some cream which made my hickey disappear almost entirely.

I only came out because it was time for lunch. Gwen and Trent were there already but there was no sign of Alejandro, Bridgette or Geoff.

I was about to walk into the dining area when a hand clamped my mouth, which made me jump.

I tried to fight it but it was way too strong for me and I was dragged into the supply closet.

"Mm. Mm. Mm. Mm!" I yelled.

Translation: Let. Go. Of. Me!

The lights went on and I saw Bridgette, Geoff and my kidnapper, Alejandro.

"What is the meaning of this?" I asked when Alejandro removed his hand from my mouth.

"We need to talk," Alejandro answered. "We are the final 6. This means we should start kicking out a few people,"

"Gwen and Trent are becoming stronger and I don't like it. We should do something about it," Geoff said.

"Also Zoe and Mike make a pretty good team," Bridgette added.

"Well, you know what this means," I said.

"Sabotage," Alejandro and I said.

Bridgette and Geoff looked at each other and back at us.

"Sorry. We're new to this. How exactly do we 'sabotage'?" Bridgette spoke up.

"It is simple. Anytime you see an opportunity to eliminate a person, just do it," Alejandro replied.

"An example is to turn the two people against each other. They won't act all lovey-dovey and, bam, they're out," I said.

"Let Heather and I show you by kicking out Zoe and Mike. Those two are easy. Gwen and Trent might need all four of us so they will be next, is that alright?" Alejandro asked.

"Sure, thanks, man," Geoff responded.

"We better get out of here before Gwen and Trent suspect something. They aren't stupid, you know," Bridgette said.

And with that, we walked into the dining area.

****

"Contestants leaving tonight are," Chris began to tear open the white envelope.

Lindsay and Tyler were the first names to be seen on the piece of paper. At the back was Izzy and Owen.

"It's not my fault that I can't dance that fast," Lindsay whined.

"Oh well. At least I was in the top 6," Tyler shrugged.

"I'm glad that I even made it here. Good luck guys," Owen waved goodbye.

"Izzy can't wait to get home," Izzy did a few cartwheels to enter the yacht, escaping Chef.

Izzy and Chef have a long feud between each other for some reason. Chef called her 'a worthy opponent to fight'. Izzy may be as dumb as a bunch of rocks, crazy like the Boogie Man, but she does know how to fight like a professional.

And Chef respects that.

****

Alejandro and I were hanging out in his room. I was upside down on his bed while he sat on the edge of it.

"Alejandro?" I sat properly. "What are we?"

Alejandro was quiet, but by the knotted eyebrows on his face, you could tell he was thinking. He began to rub the stubble around the sides of his face.

Dammit, why wasn't he ugly?

"I have no idea," Alejandro replied. "We are not friends because we have kissed a couple of times,"

Phew! Not friend-zoned.

"But we are not dating either," Alejandro continued. "I guess we are more than friends with benefits," He gave me a large grin.

Keep the blood down cheeks.

"What is this?" Alejandro widened his eyes, moving closer to me. "Heather is blushing?"

"No," I said quickly. Fuck you, cheeks, I mentally cursed.

"You want to fuck cheeks?" Alejandro chuckled.

I gulped. I can't believe I said that out loud.

"I cannot believe it either," Alejandro smirked.

"Dammit! How many things do I say out loud?" I threw up my hands.

"A lot," Alejandro said, amused."Like your undying love for me,"

I rolled my eyes. "Don't start this again because it will end up with you and I making out,"

"Why do you think I bring it up then?" Alejandro's smirk began to grow wider.

"If you wanted to kiss me, you'd have just asked,"

"So you would say yes?"

"Maybe,"

Alejandro chuckled. "What happened to the Heather I knew? I expected you to say 'as if'!"

"You happened. You're changing me. You're bad influence. You should stay away from me," I folded my arms.

"No, I am good influence. I give you advise. Like not to fold your arms in front of me," Alejandro laughed.

I let out a groan of anger.

"I'm leaving," I climbed out of his bed before he angered me even more.

"Wait," He called when I was about to turn the door knob. "I want to tell you something,"

That caught my attention. "What?"

"Come closer. It is a secret that I do not want anyone else to hear," Alejandro beckoned me to come.

I looked at him and he stared at me back. His eyes were full of sincere and sadness.

Hesitantly, I made my way over to him. I turned in a way that he could whisper it to me when that bastard pressed his lips onto my cheek.

"Goodnight," He grinned goofily before going to the bathroom while I stood there, dumbfounded, that I fell for that stupid trick.

I swear, Alejandro will be the end of me.