I'm standing in front of a bear with face exactly like that of Dante's. I keep staring in confusion, unable to look away. I wonder if this is a dream. I know it's quite absurd, but it looks so real. Everything looks real and it scares the shit out of me. When the Dante looking man bear smirks, I gasp, taking a step back quickly.

"Stay the hell away from me. Who are you?"

The man bear bursts into a humorless laughter holding his protruding stomach. Eww.

"You can call me Dante the bear." The man bear says arrogantly.

"What do you want from me? Are you going to eat me?" I shiver, looking at the man bear's protruding stomach.

Only God knows what's inside that santa-like belly...

"What if I want to, or you don't want me to?" The man bear walks menacingly towards me and I take several steps back.

When I trip on a stone and fall down, I know my life is over. I burst into tears covering my face with my palms.

"Mama." I cry.

I cry nonstop, my wretched life flashing before my eyes. I regret not taking good care of myself, not giving myself time to do other things apart from work, I regret not living to the fullest, and most especially not saying goodbye to Kayla.

God knows how sad she'll be when she finds out I got eaten. My poor friend. I didn't mean for this to happen too. God knows I wouldn't choose to leave her. Is it too late to get out of this?

I push the thoughts to the back of my head. I start having a weird feel of something licking my face. I know it sounds stupid but it's exactly how I feel...like something is licking my face. My body tenses up and taking deep breaths, I raise my head up slowly. The licking continues with each movement of my head and I start to freak out.

Right before my eyes is the most creepiest thing I've ever seen in my life... the man bear, licking the side of my face. I lost it, screaming out loudly. I shut my eyes at the unbelievably horrendous sight. I cry, yelling, screaming for help until my voice didn't sound like mine anymore. A voice keeps calling out to me but it seems distant. It sounds in form of whispers, I keep hearing my name.

"Ria."

"Ria wake up."

"Come on, open your eyes."

"Wake up, Ria."

"Don't make me do this." he groans. "I'm sorry but I think I have to do this."

"Ugh, don't make me do this Ria." he groans out of frustration. "Fine! You asked for it."

Immediately a hard slap land on my left cheek, my eyes fly open. I see a frustrated Dante and I open my mouth to speak but he cut me off.

"Finally, you are awake." He says, ruffling my hair. He pats my head gently, standing to his full height.

"Did you just slap me?" I pronounce slowly, clenching my teeth with my palm still resting on my left cheek.

That freaking son of biscuit. Did he have to hit me that hard?

"Oh that..." he shrugs. "Sorry, you should have woken up sooner."

"Excuse me, that's all you have to say?" I scoff unbelievably, my eyes widening into twice its size.

"I said sorry, so-"

"How dare you?" I yell, cutting him off. "My cheeks still fucking hurts from that slap and what the hell do I do with the ringing in my ear?"

I get up quickly, glaring at Dante. If looks could kill he would be long gone now...

"I guess I must have hit you pretty hard. My bad, but I still think you should have woken up sooner." he points out.

"You jerk!" I clench my teeth.

I'm about to speak but I hear really familiar voices.

"You can't find the words to say, or-"

"Just shut your stupid mouth while I'm still being nice." I clench my teeth, covering his mouth with my palm. "You hear the voices too?"

When I didn't hear him speak I look back at him, seeing that my hand is still over his mouth. I undo that instantly, wiping my palm clean with my jacket.

"Ria."

"Dante."

"Where are you?"

The voices sound closer now... they found us!

"They found us Dante." I chirp, jumping up in excitement. I throw my arms around him, hugging him tightly. "Oh, we are safe."

"Yeah." His arms wrap around me, bringing me closer to him.

Once I realize what I did, my eyes flutter open and I push him away quickly. He's few steps away from me now but his eyes hold mine, unwavering. I mentally scold myself. Why the hell did I hug Dante? I'm so stupid. So stupid!

"Ria." he says in a low tone.

When he takes a step closer, I run past him following the familiar voices coming from the woods.

"Ria." Kay shouts.

"Kay."

I run to my best friend, hugging her and heaving a sigh of relief. I see the others as well but I can't make out their faces due to my blurry vision from unshed tears. Ah, I'm so glad they found us.

"Shhh, honey don't cry. I was so worried about you." she says calmly, patting my back which only makes me sob even harder.

"I'm sorry, Kay. I'm so sorry." I finally say.

"Shhh, you are safe and that's all that matters." she places a quick kiss on the side of my head.

"Dante!"

"Thank God we found you too."

I sniffle, still hugging Kay, not bothering to look at Dante and the others.

"You arranged a search party? That's so unnecessary." I hear Dante's arrogant self say.

Look at him acting all tough now when he almost shit himself last night.

"Kay went to Ria's tent this morning but she was nowhere to be found. You were missing too, we all got worried." Shawn says.

"We are glad you are both safe." Kay utters, patting my back gently.

We head back to the camp, it looks different during the day. Last night with the camp fires, the night sky full of stars... it looked so beautiful. Then I almost got eaten by a freaking bear!

"Ria." I hear someone call immediately we arrive in the camping grounds.

I am so exhausted and about to raise my head to take a look when someone envelopes me in a tight hug. What's up with hugs and lot of hugs today? Could it be National hug day?

"Thank God you are safe."

I freeze on the spot, exhausted, wondering who it is.

I wait for the person to let me go to take a look.

"Ashton." My voice comes out as a whisper, fatigue already built a whole mansion in me.

I sleep all through the ride back to the resort. Apparently, Ashton flew to France last night. He's also here for the wedding. He had rushed down to the camp immediately he heard I got missing. He is such a sweet soul and a good friend.

"I'll take her." I may be half asleep but I know it's Dante.

"It's fine, I'll do it." I hear Ashton speak.

And just like that I get lifted out from the car. Some minutes later, my back hits the soft bed that's been mine for few days now. How much I missed this bed.

The first thing I do after opening my eyes is check what the time is. It's 9:30pm at night. I get out of bed and take a nice warm bath. After drying my hair and body, I put on a bum short and crop camisole.

Immediately I step outside the room my eyes land on Dante. He seems to be heading downstairs too.

I clear my throat, starting to walk away but he grabs my hand.

"So, you and Ashton huh?" he smirks.

"What?" I yank his hold off me.

"He's your boyfriend?" He asks, his eyes narrowing as if studying me.

"He's not-"

Wait, since when do I owe him an explanation?

"What does it have to do with you anyway? Don't tell me you are jealous."

"Oh Ria, so full of herself as usual." he laughs.

"Oh please, we know that's all you." I wave off.

"I wonder if he knows I fucked his pretty little girlfriend." he taps his chin mockingly.

"Go ahead and let him know. I really wonder if your fiancee would love to know as well." I fire back.

"You knew about her but you still fucked me anyway, why bring it up now?" he fold his arms.

"Not that I'm complaining though, you know my door is always open."

I open my mouth to speak but he's already walking away. Asshole. I stare at his back till he's out of sight, his words ringing in my ears. I do know about his fiancee and truly, just like he said I didn't let it stop me. I should be ashamed. You should be ashamed of yourself, Ria.

"Ria, this isn't you." I groan in frustration.

Since we got to Cannes, everyday is a party... the music playing, the drinks, just everyone doing their thing as usual. I sight Ashton among his friends and wave at him. He smiles, looking dashingly as always. He is one very handsome man. He grab two drinks from the bar before coming to meet me.

"Hi." he says, handing me a drink.

"Hi." I smile.

"How are you feeling now?"

"Better, thank you." I nod, taking a sip of the drink.

"I didn't know you were coming."

"Actually, I didn't know until yesterday." he chuckles lightly.

"Being a pilot must not be easy." I state.

"It's not but what can I say? It's something I enjoy so much." he smiles.

"I can see that, I'm glad." I tell him sincerely.

"Thank you, Ria." he takes my hand, squeezing it gently and I smile.

We stand there in silence but it's not uncomfortable. He rubs my hand gently and the gesture makes my lips curve into a big smile.

"Have you been on a chopper before?" he breaks the silence.

"No." I give a nervous smile, clicking my tongue.

"Can you fly one?"

"Of course." he chuckles. "Do you want to go on a chopper date with me once we are back to LA?"

"Me on a chopper? Hell yeah!" I say excitedly, grinning from ear to ear.

"I can't wait." he utters calmly, almost like a whisper.

"Me too." I smile.

The night is going surprisingly well... the mesmerizing stars in the night sky, the sea, the music and of course the company. Ashton is such a gentleman, I really do enjoy his company. Often, my eyes would make contact with Dante's. It almost feels as if he's watching me but I keep ignoring his arrogant ass anyway. When I see him with a red-haired woman, I roll my eyes. She's all over him, shoving her tongue down his throat. I groan, feeling irritated. What a player.

"I need to pick an important call, it might take a while." Ashton tells me.

"Take your time." I smile. "Go do your thing, I'll be right here."

He looks at me one last time, giving me a big smile before walking away. My eyes meet that of Dante's and I roll my eyes when I see him staring right at me. He gives the redhead a quick peck on the lips before coming to me.

"Come with me." He says.

"What am I, your slave that you can order around whenever you want?" I scoff.

"Please." he says flatly, walking away.

I scoff aggravatingly before following him. I wonder what's wrong with him. He does seem kind of moody. When we get to somewhere quiet away from the noise and everyone else he stops, my eyes on the back of his head.

"Talk. I'll give you two minu-"

I couldn't complete my words. Before I know, his lips are on mine. He's kissing me with so much force I almost fell if not for his strong arms holding me up against him. I fight his hold on me but it's of no use. He continues kissing me, his lips not leaving mine. I keep pushing him but he won't budge. I push harder this time till his body leaves mine. I hit him hard on the face.

"What the hell is your problem?" I say in between catching my breaths. "Have you gone nuts?"

"I can't kiss you? I told you, you're stuck with me till I say otherwise." he fires.

"Are you drunk? Because if you aren't out of your fucking mind you will remember I said clearly it's a one time thing. I'm not your toy, Dante Moretti." I retaliate.

"Now that's where you are wrong, Ria. We are not done, not till I say so." he says defiantly.

"Whatever is in that thick skull of yours is your problem. I don't want to have anything to do with you." I glare at him. "And besides weren't you just shoving your tongue down some redhead's throat minutes ago? What are you still doing here, just go back to her."

"Are you jealous?" he smirks.

"Jealous because?" I fold my arms around my chest.

"Maybe you just want me to kiss you instead, all you need to do is ask." he licks his lower lip.

"No, thanks I'm good. If you don't mind I have someone waiting for me. Bye Dante." I hiss.

"Ashton? Really? Ashton?" he laughs.

"And you have a problem because?" I raise a brow.

"You have really weird taste, signorina."

"My taste, my problem."

"Wait, are you jealous? You know, I seriously don't understand you Dante."

"Jealous of Ashton Lazer? How about you say something else, signorina?" he gives a humorless laughter. "I just want to keep fucking you, you already know. I don't care about you or what you do with other men. I'm even open to a threesome invitation, aren't I cool?"

I slap him immediately the words leave his mouth. I've had enough.

"You bastard." I feel tears roll down my cheeks. "I regret the day I met you. You are nothing but thrash."

With that, I turn around heading straight back to my room. I've had enough of him... just enough. I wish it's all just a bad dream.

Dante moretti is no good and I should have known.