“You should have tried harder with me, Romeo.”
“Okay, I think we all need to calm down and enjoy the rest of our night,” Uncle Mario calls out.
Daniella sits back down, and everyone ignores her while she orders drink after drink.
“You okay?” I whisper to Nell.
“Yeah. I am okay.” Her smile does not reach her eyes, so I ask again.
“Want to try that again? Or do you want me to take you back to our room and spank it out of you?” Her eyes widen at my question.
“Yes. I mean, no. But I— Wait, what?” she sputters, her cheeks turning pink again.
“You sure on that answer?”
“Oh, I am not sure what you were asking. I m-mean maybe, but right now? Here for all of your family to see, so maybe not. I am not sure I will like the pain that I read comes with it.” She sighs, closing her eyes and taking in a deep breath. “I am going to shut up now.”
“Since we are surrounded by my family, I will let it slide for now, but I think by your nervous rambling and reading knowledge of it, we will come back to this subject when we are alone.”
I leave it at that and make sure that she enjoys the rest of the night, not bringing up the fact that I want to spank her ass and then fuck her so hard that she feels me for the rest of the day.
Chapter Eleven
Nell
I’m feeling a bit nervous about wearing a bikini at the pool in front of Romeo’s family.
All the women here look beautiful and confident, but I can’t help noticing that my body has curves they don’t seem to have.
It makes me self-conscious, like I need to hide or cover up, even though I want to enjoy myself and be part of the fun.
Wearing a red bikini, because Simone says that it suits my skin tone— whatever the hell that means— I added a black sarong around my waist to cover up some of my thighs. Slipping my feet into some simple sandals, I pull my curls up into a hair-tie and collect my bag for a day at the pool with Romeo and his family. It is the last day of relaxation, I was told last night at the meal.
After hearing some of the things his cousin kept bringing up about Romeo and women, I got self-conscious at the fact that he has most likely slept with ten times more people than I have. Not that it is that hard; I have only had sex with two men.
My shitty ex-husband being one of them. The other one took my virginity in the back of his father’s Camaro, and it fucking hurt, then he left. He dropped me at home the next day and ghosted me. Like, who does that? The men I pick, it seems.
Romeo should be down at the pool. He told me to meet him there as he was going for a run along the beach with Asher and Gio.
Although we're not truly together, he seems to leave me alone whenever possible. I end up taking care of myself while he's busy with family or work. Last night, when he returned, he checked emails, while I read briefly, and then we went to sleep.
I knew that my heart would get involved in our deal—it was inevitable. Even though we agreed to keep things uncomplicated, feelings have a way of sneaking in when you least expect it.
My romantic side is feeling free as a bird and it’s letting my heart and soul know that Romeo and I could have something beyond this week, but my sensible side is telling me that once we land back on the mainland, I won’t see him again.
I push down any thought of not seeing him every day, and walk across the lobby to the pool area. Taking in the vibrant colors of the space, I catch the scent of sweet flowers, but also the ocean air that makes you take stock of what you get living in a city.
Hawaii is such a beautiful place and should be preserved as much as possible.
With a deep breath, I hitch my pool bag up higher onto my shoulder and push the door open. Inching through, I hold my head up high and take stock of the people who are around.
I spot the bride, Mia, and the man at her side, her handsome groom, Andre. Daniella is next to her with her big bug-eyed sunglasses that cover most of her face. Her hair looks like it is curled to perfection.
Insecurities start to take over. They are all stunning, beautiful, and belong on the covers of fashion magazines. I grip my bag strap and move my gaze to the other side of the pool, spotting Romeo standing with Asher and Gio. My stomach swoops, and my pussy flutters seeing him standing in just a pair of swim shorts that mold to his ass.
His hair is wet, and his skin glistens in the sun. Damn, that man is hot as sin.
Fuck, I want to lick him all over and dry him with my tongue. Can you dry someone with your tongue?
