With nothing left to stop him Jared headed out to the beach, of course he had stopped home first and changed into a<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=http%3A%2F%2Fd3d71ba2asa5oz.cloudfront.net%2F53000711%2Fimages%2Fms109%2520%286%29.jpg&amp;hash=d2554f4421374f89e26825c66891eec4" href="http://d3d71ba2asa5oz.cloudfront.net/53000711/images/ms109%20(6).jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">swimsuit</a>and a white t-shirt to go along with some leather sandals. Some days there was nothing quite like soaking up some rays and enjoying the view of some delicious women on the beach. Sure he could have gone back home and unwound with some video games or some new show on Netflix, but getting out into the sunlight just brought that extra flair with it. It helped him forget all of his troubles from the day, not that they were numerous at all. Emma had done well overall, he knew that, but the collision, whether her fault or not, was not tolerable and someone had to be blamed. One thing most people learned was that Jared rarely took fault if something did go wrong, which was rare enough anyways that it got overlooked by everyone, including the media.<br/><br/>A blonde in a bikini and a black haired woman in a nice tight one piece were the first objects his eyes undressed for a good thirty or so minutes. Of course he made sure not to stare too much while laying on his towel, he scanned the beach, pretended to be interested in the waves of the ocean, but never let his eyes stray for too long away from the object of their desire. He licked his lips, while neither was necessarily better looking than Emma was he would definitely have fucked either one of them with enthusiasm, as well as have taken them to the stupid function he needed to attend. In fact the more he thought about it the harder time he had believing she couldn't find anyone else, there was most assuredly someone on this forsaken island who wanted to escort the richest man for miles and miles to a black-tie affair with the possibility of a great hook up.<br/><br/>He was much like Bruce Wayne and Tony Stark in that regard, sure they were from the comics and he wasn't, but he was definitely not afraid of getting personal on the first date, or resorting to one night stands. Eventually he knew he had to leave, Jared made sure his suit was picked up and ready for the evening, and headed on home to prepare. He made sure to eat a quick snack since the food was sometimes hit and miss at these events, a granola bar to tie him over.<br/><br/>As 6:00PM rolled around Jared was ready to go, and when he found out they wouldn't be picking Emma up for another hour he shouted at the top of his lungs from inside the limo. "STRIKE TWO BITCH!!!!!" By the time the limo reached her house he was hot, red in the face, and wanted nothing more than to slap her and fire her on the spot. He was well aware that doing either one would end poorly so through gritted teeth he greeted Emma in her stunning dress. "Good evening," then he mouthed the words, "strike two," just so that she knew where she stood in terms of keeping her job.