Lost in Paradise (Paradise Club #2)(87)

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ALEX





“She still loves me,” I call out as I join the boys in the bar. They all turn and look at me like I have lost my mind. “Ivy unblocked me.”

They all give me whoops and hollers as they slap me on the back.

“She called me, we had a chat, and I’m going to head back after the opening.”

“You got to do what you got to do,” Jasper says.

“Congrats, man, we are happy for you.” Daniel grins.

“Told you she would come back to you,” Alistair adds.

“Now that Alex is better, let’s have some fun,” Jasper shouts, raising his beer up high, and we all do the same in agreement, but my fun is going to be by myself.





Jackson: There’s a problem. Get to Nate’s villa stat.

I look down and stare at my phone as I walk back to my villa.

“Shit!” I curse as I realize it’s Jackson texting me. It must be serious as I pick up the pace and start jogging to the other side of the island where his villa is located.

“Alex, get in,” Kimberly, Camryn’s best friend and business partner, screams as she stops the golf cart next to me. I do as I’m told and jump onboard. She drives like a maniac, and I hang on for dear life.

“What’s going on?” I ask. There’s a panicked look on her face.

“Someone has spotted Harris on the island. We are trying to find Nate. I can’t find Cam, she seems to be missing. I’m hoping she’s with your brother.”

This isn’t good. When my brother finds out that Camryn’s stalker is on the island, an island that’s supposedly incredibly secure, he’s going to flip.

We head toward his private villa, and Jackson arrives at the same time as us.

“Nate,” Jackson calls out as he heads into his villa. “Nate, we need to talk. Something’s happened.” His voice echoes through the home.

“Camryn,” Kimberly calls out.

There’s nothing.

But then I hear a moan coming from upstairs, and we all head that way. “Sorry, bro, for walking in on something we shouldn’t, but this is serious.”

“What in the fuck?” Jackson yells as he takes in the scene before us. My brother is lying on the bed while there are women fucking him.

Where the fuck is Camryn?

“You fucking bastard,” Kimberly screams. “Get out, you fucking whores.”

The women stare at Kimberly and are unsure what they should do. My eyes narrow in on them, and they quickly jump off my naked brother and disappear.

“Something’s not right.” I stare at Nate, my eyes checking over my brother. Come to think of it, Nate looks kinda out of it.

“Of course, something isn’t right. Harris was on the fucking island, and now Camryn’s missing,” Kimberly sneers.

Nate mumbles something about Camryn which doesn’t make sense. Then the next thing I know he’s rolling over the side of the bed and puking.

“See, I told you something isn’t right ... my brother never vomits,” I explain to Jackson and Kimberly.

“What ... is ... goin’ on?” Nate tries to talk as he rolls onto his back looking completely out of it.

“See …” I look at Kimberley as I rush to his side.

“He’s probably just hungover, the fucking dick,” Kimberly says, crossing her arms over her chest and glaring at him.

Jackson stands beside me and looks Nate over, and I can see the moment he realizes something’s not right.

“I think we need a medic,” he says to me.

“Someone’s drugged him, haven’t they?” I look up at Jackson who nods gravely.

“Okay, I’m on it,” Kimberly says, grabbing her phone and making a couple of calls.

I rush into the bathroom and wet a heap of hand towels as my brother is burning up, and I start to wipe the sweat from his brow.

Please be okay.

What the hell happened to you?

Who did this to you and why?

Where the fuck is Camryn?

Then my stomach sinks.

No. There’s no way.

“You don’t think Harris has Camryn, do you?” I turn and look over at Jackson who’s madly typing on his phone. Can’t imagine he’s happy that his client’s been drugged and his girlfriend’s been kidnapped by someone who has crashed the island.

How in the hell did Harris get here?

“We will find your girl,” I whisper to my brother who’s passed out.

Please don’t die in the process.

Ten minutes later, a doctor arrives at the bedroom, and he gets about setting up everything as Nate begins to stir.

“We’re trying to flush the drugs out of your system, Mr. Lewis,” the doctor tells Nate as he stares up at him. It doesn’t look like he’s registering what the doctor is saying. “Security is looking for the man who did this,” the doctor reassures Nate who passes out again. “It looks like, from his reactions, that this might be Rohypnol,” the doctor advises.

“The date rape drug?” I question.

“Yes. I’m not sure how it got in his system. He could have drunk something with it in it, ingested it in food, or swallowed a pill,” he explains as he packs up his things.