Ooh la la. Excuse me. You own an island. Whoopy.
A tiny laugh escaped my lips. I'm not in awe of this guy's financial status. I am more concerned about my asses' health…not his wealth.
I snickered at my pun.
My, my Kitty, you sure are witty! I laughed again, keeping my amusement concealed from prying ears. I didn't need him to inquire about my mirth. What would I say?
I am out of my mind considering the shitshow I’m in, so I am making fun of your sorry asses.
I'm sure that would go over well with those two narcissists. I had to keep myself occupied so I wouldn't lose my mind. I kept quiet, enjoying the exercise, hoping Yara would leave so I could get out of the water.
My legs felt heavy, but from the looks of it, she wouldn't be leaving anytime soon. I watched her from a distance. She was flirting with him. Could she be any more pathetic? She was almost throwing herself at my crazy kidnapper, and he didn't seem to notice.
Wow, for a man who supposedly has so much experience with women, he looked oblivious to her games. It was plain as day that she liked him. I shook my head, laughing.
What a banana head!
Then a thought struck me. Maybe he was playing his own game, knowing very well that she had the hots for his crazy ass, and wasactingoblivious to her signals. Who knew with him? He always masked his emotions and encased his feelings behind a steel trapdoor.
I shook my head, dismissing the thoughts. I had better things to waste my time on, like planning how to get out of this place. I continued kicking my legs, swimming the length of the pool. It wasn’t Olympic-sized, but it was impressive. Lounge chairs, some with small tables, lined the cement patio around the pool. A solid wood and straw tiki bar, giving it a Hawaiian look, stood near the deep end of the pool.
The entire area was exceptional. My legs ached a little, so I turned on my back to float, trying to reserve my energy and steady my breathing.
My tank was almost empty. I didn't want to get out of the water in front of that woman. I didn't like the way she gawked at me. I wasn't sure how much longer I could keep going, not to mention I was beginning to look like a wrinkled prune. I tried to relax when an excruciating cramp gripped my calf, sending a shooting pain down my leg, making my toes lock up.
Jesus Christ!!
A fucking Charlie horse! My leg seized up. I couldn't move it. I tried flexing my calf muscles to work the kink out, but the pain only worsened. I began to sink. I could barely keep my head above the water. My arms started flailing everywhere as I struggled to keep my head afloat. My mouth started filling with pool water.
All I could taste was chlorine, which made me cough harder. I shrieked as my head went under again. I was panicking. My heart was racing, and my ears started ringing.
Great, I was going to die in about five feet of water because of a leg cramp.
That would look fantastic on my headstone. As I struggled, a colossal splash rippled through the water. I noticed two muscular legs standing in front of me. I felt two strong hands pull my head up, allowing me to catch my breath.
I coughed and gasped, struggling to gulp air into my oxygen-deprived lungs. My nose and throat burned where the chlorine had settled. Atlas lifted me out of the pool and brought me to one of thelounge chairs. He laid me in a half-sitting position, giving my body time to calm down.
I continued to hack the water from my lungs, spitting the nasty-tasting liquid onto the cement. My calf felt like it was being squeezed in a vise. I cried out as I tried to rub the knot out of my tight muscle.
He had a concerned look on his face.
"What the fuck, Kitten. You scared the shit out of me!"
He scolded, his voice deep and gruff. Like it wasmyfault my calf cramped up. I was bawling my eyes out from the gripping pain in the back of my lower leg.
" I have a charlie horse." I sobbed.
"My leg locked up, and I can't move it."
His eyes bore into mine. What was it I saw? Relief? Fear? I couldn't tell. I was too busy trying to ease the cramp in my leg. He pulled up another chair, sitting beside me.
He picked me up and flipped me onto my stomach as if I were a rag doll. I yelled, surprised by the unexpected movement. He never warns me when he throws me around. He gently grabbed my leg and began rubbing the kink out. I whimpered loudly.
"Ow, ow.... Go easy, please. It hurts!"
He snickered while still massaging the sore muscle.
"Come on, Kitten. If you can take my strap across your ass like a champ, you can certainly handle this. It's just a little muscle cramp."
