Chapter Twenty-Seven
Joel
Our first week in Kauai was gone in a flash, and the second was close to being over too. Alessandra and I were in paradise, together. We worked, we came back to the house or explored, then we either cuddled up for the night or had fantastic sex. I liked how things with her were so easy. No fumbling around trying to figure out what you can and can’t do around them. We just fit together in a way I couldn’t have imagined.
Filming was almost over, and I was excited as hell to see the finished product. The work wasn’t over for me. I would have to go back and do voiceovers, then start the promoting process. TV shows, guest appearances, interviews. Those few months before release day were going to be crazy.
But I knew she’d be there. I’d have them both, Jenson and Alessandra, by my side, or waiting for me at home.
Alessandra was out in the sand, soaking up the sun, while I was handling some things on my laptop. I had investments, endorsement deals, and charities I still had to take care of.
She came bouncing back inside the house a few minutes later in just her bikini, looking sexy as hell. I’d come to know every curve, every scar, every part of her she thought was maybe a flaw but I found sexy. Her C-section scar? I licked it every chance I got. She had a baby cut out of her, and then had to take care of the kid while healing. If that wasn’t badass, I didn’t know what was.
That scar on her breast? I kissed the shit out of it every time. Where she thought she had thicker thighs than some? Oh yeah, I paid attention to them.
There was not one piece of her that I didn’t find attractive and want to worship.
She grabbed a drink from the fridge and sat next to me.
“Looking extra tan there, Lips.” She had really blossomed here, looking every bit the Brazilian she was. Mouth-watering.
“Whatcha doing?” She ignored my first comment.
“Scheduling a children’s visit dressed up as Stryder.” My comic book character. Another actor, who played in the film, and I liked to do this once a month, dress up and go to a children’s hospital and play it up. The kids loved it, and we felt like bringing a smile to their face would help them. Even just for a day, they could laugh and forget about the cards they had been dealt.
“You big mush bunny.” She grinned, and I knew she liked it. I was a big old softy at heart.
“You weren’t saying I was a big softy last night. Actually, I remember you saying how my cock was so hard that—” She smacked my arm before I could finish my sentence.
“Yeah, yeah, shut your face.”
I just smiled and went back to work.
Then an email popped up from my publicist.
I heard a gasp from beside me, and knew Alessandra was reading it along with me.
We were outed. Paps caught us hanging out on set together and then hiking in the mountains yesterday. There were pictures of her applying makeup to my face, and then there was the one with packs on our backs, kissing by a waterfall. The shot was pretty clear, so there was no denying it.
My publicist wanted to know what the deal was, and letting me know the best way to handle the situation in a positive light for me.
Instead of reading over his lists of suggestions, I turned to Alessandra, needing to know how she felt right now. This was her fear, and it was happening.
She wasn’t smiling, which worried me.
“It’s okay,” she said, looking at me and nodding her head.
“We knew it was going to happen at some point. I know Lisa won’t fire me with only one and a half weeks left. We can do this.” She was obviously very shaken,but she was putting on a brave face for me.
“We can. It’s going to be fine.” I placed the laptop on the coffee table and pulled her into my lap. She was not doing okay, regardless of what she said.
“Hey, I love you. Remember? They can’t touch us.” I looked her in the eyes and reminded her how serious we were. We could do it. We were both strong enough.
“Right.” She was nervous, and I needed to find a way to ease her thoughts right now.
“Come on, let’s go take a bath.” I lifted her up and walked her out to the hammock. She sat there while I got the outside bathtub ready. I had bubbles and bath bombs ready to go. I wasn’t much of a lotion man, so I took baths to ease my sore muscles and the bath bombs helped moisturize my skin. I much preferred it to lathering up every morning and evening like most people did. Two baths a week and I had sexy, smooth skin.
When the bath was done, I helped her get out of her bikini—because I was a gentleman like that—then stripped down and joined her in the tub.
