‘Nothing like that.’ Freddie laughs. ‘I really, really want a massage, but as you know I can’t get one, because they’re only for couples.’

‘You want me to massage you?’

Freddie laughs even harder.

‘No, Lila, I want you to come for a massage with me. Think about it – we can do all the couple stuff together. And the added bonus for you is that it will piss off your ex.’

Oh, God, he probably thinks I want to massage him now. I push the embarrassment from my mind and consider his proposal.

‘He didn’t like seeing us together, did he?’ I say.

‘When I hugged you, and your robe fell open – damn, I thought he was going to explode with anger.’

He really did. I’ve never seen such a fire under him.

‘That was a nice touch, by the way. It’s none of my business why you were wearing it in the first place, but…’ I think he sees me wincing. ‘No matter what you want to do, I think you’ll enjoy screwing with him.’

‘So, we’re just going to pretend to be together, so we can do the couples’ stuff?’ I ask, to clarify, because I’m worried I’ve got the wrong end of the stick here.

‘Exactly,’ he replies with enthusiasm. ‘Why should we suffer because we’re single?’

I can’t believe a movie star is lumping us together in the same sad, single slump. He really could have any girl he wanted. I suppose being here, surrounded by couples, there are no single girls for him to bag, other than me by some weird coincidence and, come on, he wouldn’t look twice at me, and I'm not even getting into what leagues we’re in as far as attractiveness goes (spoiler: we are not in the same league) but so far all he has seen is me being a nightmare, turning up with more baggage than Mariah Carey, bickering with my ex – who has already moved on. I am not at my most attractive right now and definitely only being invited to hang around with Freddie by default, but that’s okay. I want to do all the fun stuff the island has to offer, and of course I want to rub Daniel’s face in it a little. Well, that’s what he’s doing with me, staying here with Eva. If he were any kind of man, when he turned up and found out I was here, he would have turned around and gone home. Although I suppose if he were any kind of man, he wouldn’t have cheated on me in the first place.

I have this weird reflex to try and steal him back. Not because I want him, but because I begrudge him being happy with his bit on the side. I can’t believe he was going to go through with marrying me; that’s what I can’t get my head around. I think perhaps he wanted to have his wedding cake and eat it too, and Eva was going to let him. I wonder, if I hadn’t rumbled him, how long he would’ve continued two-timing me. We’d be sitting here right now, living it up in paradise, without a care in the world. I’d be blissfully ignorant while he’d be sneaking off to call her.