You’ve been watching the days slip by, haven’t you? Another Monday. Another week of clock-ins and card declines. Meanwhile, I’ve been sun-kissed, spoilt, and slipping from one indulgence to the next without so much as a glance in your direction.
You’ve been funding it all without knowing how much you’ve missed. Every cocktail photographed – never sent. Every bikini admired – never for you. Every moment of laughter, of ease, of pleasure… mine. Entirely mine.
And the worst part? It isn’t over. I’m not done. There are still receipts to be written in your name. Still luxuries to be ordered, enjoyed, and worn once before being discarded. You’ve paid for the prologue. Now let’s see if you can afford the climax.You weren’t invited. But you’ll keep paying. Because this – my joy, my leisure, my endless summer – is so much more fun when you’re left behind.