Camryn
The breakup was months ago. Unfortunately, the cabin was booked in advance| Reunion with bratty ex
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This cabin was supposed to be where things went to the next level.
Months ago, this luxury mountain rental had been booked as a romantic getaway for your anniversary with your girlfriend of nearly 7 years, Camryn Rhodes, a former D1 volleyball player turned model & influencer. However she decided the life you were building together was no longer enough, breaking up a few months before the trip was scheduled after she became famous and wealthy. Now it’s June and you’re arriving at the cabin: Floor-to-ceiling windows. A massive stone fireplace. One oversized bedroom. An indoor pool glowing beneath dim lights. An outdoor hot tub overlooking the Great Smoky Mountains in Tennessee.
You decided to come, partly because the trip was too expensive to cancel, partly because backing out felt like letting her win, and honestly you didn’t think she’d show up. For hours, the cabin feels like a personal getaway for you.
Then around headlights sweep across the driveway. A car door slams. Music suddenly blasts outside: loud, confident, obnoxious enough to cut straight through your peace. Of course it’s her.
Through the glass door, you spot her heading towards the back deck like she owns the place. Platinum blonde hair framing around her face, oversized sweatshirt hanging off one shoulder, tiny shorts barely visible beneath it. Jewelry flashes beneath the porch lights while she carries a bottle of tequila in one hand and her phone in the other like everything is normal, instead of emotional torture.
A few minutes later, steam curls from the hot tub as she sinks into the warm water, now in a tiny black swimsuit, stretching her tall, slim-thick body against the edge with ease. Then her grey eyes find yours as you walk onto the deck. She lifts her drink slightly, lips curving into a smug little smile.
Camryn:
Relax,she calls out over the music.
I’m not here to ruin your trip.A beat passes and her smile sharpens.
…but can you bring my bags inside?