Chapter Sixteen
Romeo
My feet pump into the sand as I run along the beach.
It is early morning and few people are around yet. Still sleeping no doubt or getting ready for work.
As the morning sun beats down on my back, my skin slicks with sweat.
When I woke up this morning with Nell tucked against my chest, it set off fireworks of panic in me. I lay there for a few minutes, with her softly snoring beside me, her chest rising and falling, those amazing tits moving against my side.
Her skin was warm, supple to the touch, but my heart was racing; my body felt itchy with the need to move and run.
I needed time to think and gather my thoughts.
Never had I wanted to settle down with any woman after Daniella; she fucking tainted love and commitment for all other women.
Until now.
Nell makes these emotions bubble to the surface, and even though I like those feelings, a side of me is thinking that this is all too fucking good to be true.
I have dated in the past, yes, but none have raised these feelings in me before. Not even Daniella, and I was going to ask that bitch to marry me.
My heart just feels different when I am around Nell: my body is more relaxed, and she takes my mind off the clubs.
Last night when we fucked, it was more than I was expecting. When I got back to our room and found her upset, and learned the reason why, I was ready to march to my ex’s room and demand that she fucking leave the island, but Nell’s gaze kept me in place next to her.
It is crazy how, in the little time we have known each other, this thing building between us feels so right.
Seeing the hotel coming closer, my mind is still frantic over my feelings for Nell, but I nod to staff as I enter the grounds. More people are now around the pool, taking in the morning sun before it gets crazy with other guests.
“Romeo.” I hear Asher’s voice.
He walks toward me, his posture rigid, and he is frowning.
“Good run?” he asks.
“Yeah.” I take the bottle of water he offers me, downing the whole thing in one swig.
“Why didn’t you call? I would have gone with you.”
Shaking my head, I walk over to the poolside bar and pick up another bottle. I open it and gulp down half of it, while Asher stands next to me, waiting.
He can sense that something is up, but I also know that something has pissed him off with how his body language is.
“I needed to clear my head. Something happened last night that I wanted but wasn’t sure how it would play out. I woke up this morning in a mild panic and needed to run.”
“Nell.” I nod. “You slept with her.” It is not a question but an observation.
“Yes.”
“So why the freak-out? This is a weeklong deal, right? Once the wedding is over and we go back home, you two will find a way to break up and let the family know.” I look him in the eyes, leaning on the bar. He cocks a brow at me, a grin sliding across his face.
“You like her.”
He mirrors my pose, and I look over my shoulder, making sure that none of my family is around.
“I do. This was not supposed to happen, man. She was helping me out to keep my mother off my back, and I was helping her out, adding some excitement to her life after that fucker hurt her.”
