<div class="floatleft">(http://29secrets.com/wp-content/uploads/nick%20bateman.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Emmett Holloway<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Guest<br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong>August 1st | 3pm<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Private yacht<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Coral colored swim trunks<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Benjamin Holloway<strong>Mentioned:</strong>N/A<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong>Father/son bonding<hr/>Truth be told, he'd barely been paying attention to the scenery.  As lame as it sounded, colors seemed less vibrant lately.  A month ago, Emmett would have been over the moon to have been vacationing on a private island.  He would have jumped at the opportunity to sunbathe on a yacht all afternoon with his father - but that afternoon, he had no interest in any of it.<br/><br/>His father turned to him and commented on the exquisite beauty of their surroundings, and Emmett couldn't exactly disagree.  Compared to the beaches he'd been frequenting for the last several years in New Jersey (otherwise known as the armpit of America), this place was... well, paradise.  Then again, most places were paradise in comparison to New Jersey.  His eyes opened and he pushed his sunglasses up into his chocolate brown hair, squinting his dark eyes and glancing around.  Jasmine loved the beach.  She would have loved this place.  Hell, for all he knew she could very well be vacationing on an island just like this one at this very moment - fucking her new boyfriend and not for one second missing Emmett and all they'd had together.<br/><br/>Jasmine was supposed to have been the one.  She'd been the girl he'd wanted to marry.  Unfortunately she'd had other plans.  The past few months had been a whirlwind of questionable decisions on Emmett's behalf.  He was heartbroken and would be for some time.  The only solace he knew of was sex, and lots of it.  He'd been with nameless, faceless women and just as many men.  He'd found the most comfort in men much older than himself and willing to... well, take care of him.  Try to heal his wounds.  It wasn't often a man got to give up control like that and it was strangely cathartic.  He didn't even want to know what his father would think, if he knew what his son had been up to.<br/><br/>Of course, parents always knew.  Twenty eight years on this planet and he'd yet to figure out how the hell his father always found things out before Emmett got the chance to tell him. He'd told his dad all about Jasmine, which meant that eventually he'd have to explain what happened.  Standing, he shoved his hands into the pockets of his coral swim trunks and reached up to tug his sunglasses back down onto the bridge of his nose.  He strolled across the deck toward his father and stopped to stand beside him, taking in the scenery.  The breeze off of the ocean flitted between the dark hairs on his bare chest yet provided welcome refreshment from the harsh rays of the sun.  Emmett cleared his throat, sniffing for no good reason and clenching his jaw for a brief second.<br/><br/>"... Jasmine and I broke up," he said, changing the subject a bit more abruptly than he'd anticipated.  All in all, he was actually quite proud of himself for being able to say it so... calmly.  No cracks in his voice, no shakiness in his tone.  It was a matter-of-fact statement which he was well aware his father would see right through.<br/>