João couldn’t shake the image of Madison in that black bikini. As the sun dipped into the Mykonos horizon, he felt restless, the frustration bubbling inside him. Pedro and Enzo were lounging on the terrace, sipping drinks, but João had other plans.

“We’re going out tonight,” João announced, pacing back and forth.

Pedro frowned. “Again? Mate, it’s only our second night here.”

João shot him a look. “I need it.”

Enzo smirked knowingly. “This about her?”

João didn’t answer. He grabbed his jacket and headed for the door.

The club was alive with lights and sound, a chaotic blur of bodies dancing and laughter cutting through the bass. João downed his first drink quickly, then another. Girls flocked to him, drawn to his easy smile and the aura of confidence he wore like armor.

But even as he laughed and leaned in close to a brunette, his eyes scanned the room. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to see Madison or avoid her. When he didn’t spot her, his jaw tightened.

Pedro and Enzo joined him at the bar, nudging him toward the dance floor. João followed half-heartedly, moving to the music while trying to drown the ache with more alcohol.

“She’s probably out here somewhere,” Enzo teased, leaning close.

“Shut up,” João snapped, his tone harsher than he intended.

Still, he couldn’t stop thinking about her, wondering if she was dancing with someone else, smiling at someone else. The thought burned, and João pushed himself harder, laughing louder, dancing longer, pretending he wasn’t broken inside.

But no matter how much he partied, nothing could shake the truth: he was here to forget her, and it wasn’t working.