Fiona's POV
My stomach churned the moment Allen's figure came into view, moving toward me. I gritted my teeth and curled my hands into fists. Just seeing him made me feel sick to my core.
"What are you doing by yourself?" Allen positioned himself directly in front of me while I remained seated, forcing me to tilt my head back to meet his gaze.
I hated being looked down on like this, so I started to get up and walk away, but Allen's hand landed on my shoulder, pushing me back down.
"No, stay right there." Allen's lips curved into a nasty smile. "I prefer the view from this angle."
It didn't take much imagination to figure out what twisted thoughts were running through Allen's mind. "Take your hands off me," I said firmly. I kept my tone quiet, but the fury behind my words was unmistakable.
I didn't want to draw attention from others, though barely anyone else was around.
The briny ocean air filled my nostrils, making everything worse.
