Chapter 1

POV: BRIANNA BOONE

"Welcome to Oahu. I hope you enjoy your stay, Miss Boone." The receptionist said with a smile brighter than a nuclear blast.

I sighed, "It's Brianna." She blinked t me as if my suggestion had somehow broken her. "Just Brianna."

She handed me my keys and I took the elevator to the hall leading to my room.

I got inside and slumped on the bed. The sharp talons of sleep drew patterned lines along my backbone. There was no use fighting it. I came here to relax and I planned on doing so starting tomorrow.

The whole island was alive with activities. Activities that were so easy to ignore. The only place I needed to be that morning was the spa. Finding it took longer than I expected but the minute I did, it made the wasted time worth it.

I got the full treatment and by the time I walked out of the place some hours later, I felt like a human once again. A huge part of my pent-up tension had somehow magically seeped out of my bones. I guess I have Olga, the masseuse, to thank for that. There was one more thing I needed to take out the leftover anxiety. Alcohol...

That night I tossed my box empty over and fished for the perfect clubbing outfit. I stood naked scanning the messy heap of clothing. My clothes had a particular problem. It was either they were too serious looking or too slutty.

I sighed as I mused over a dark gown. It was short enough to attract the kind of trouble I was aiming for and it would show off my ridiculous curves; effortlessly.

Oh well...

I slid into fresh panties and put on the gown. My tits bounced every which way with every move I made. Guess they were excited too.

I took the elevator to the reception hall looking like a sex goddess. I was sure Hedone would be jealous if the bitch existed.

"What's the best club around?" I asked the receptionist.

She turned to hit me with her smile again but it froze when she saw me. The smirk that appeared on my face was involuntary.

"Wow. You look–"

"Dashing. I know." I smirked at her. "So, the club?"

"DarkDiana. Tell a c–"

"Cab. I know. This isn't my first rodeo, darling."

The night air sizzled with promise. There was a cab waiting and the driver blew a whistle as I approached his vehicle. He had the face of an aged skeleton and I would have entered another cab if I had a choice. Usually, people that looked like relatives of death himself didn't fear dying. They had nothing to lose.

"DarkDiana. And take it easy."

He said he would and we were on our way. I allowed my mind to drift for a moment. I thought about how Stormy had turned out to be nothing but a piece of shit after giving him three years of my life.

Three fucking years!

I still loved the bastard but my mother had been right about him all along seeing as she never approved of him.

We got to the club in one piece and I made sure to thank the angel of death disguised as a driver for sparing my life.

The club had a big double "D" sign upfront and I was grateful for the absence of neon lights.

I got inside and the blast from the bass vibrated through me. The lights made it hard to focus on the faces around but I could tell I was making some heads turn already.

The bar called out to me and I responded. I settled my ass on a vacant stool and signaled to the bartender.

The tattoo on her right hand was big enough to be the replica of a living, breathing, fire-spitting dragon. I ignored it and told her to mix up her strongest cocktail. Her smirk was an indication she planned to knock me out.

I knew I would regret this tomorrow morning, but oh well, glasses up.

She handed me the drink and I took it all in one gulp. My eyes teared up instantly and the entire universe spun for me.

"That strong, ayy?"

I nodded without knowing the source of the voice. It had the kind of baritonic effect that sent a chill running through my spine.

It wasn’t long before my eyes settled on a devilishly handsome man who was  grinning at me. I could tell he was tall and broad shouldered, which was definitely my type. His blue eyes ravaged my entire body. His blonde hair looked like rich creamy strands of pasta and when he smiled, I suddenly felt skittish for a moment.

He was just the kind of danger I came looking for.

He made a move to grab the napkin by my glass and our hands touched for a few seconds. The slight brush made my mouth as dry as a fucking desert ought to be.

Everything in me was calling out to this stranger and it was a call I was powerless to ignore. It was a call that had brought me here in the first place.

"So, what's your name?" He asked in a husky voice that made everything inside me burn brighter. I averted my gaze and threw my drink down my throat while trying to get a hold of my thoughts.

"Are you sure you want to know that or should we rather go to get a room together?" I finally supplied, feeling genuinely surprised as to how sure I had sounded.

His smile froze in place and I could tell what I had said had succeeded in making his brain work extra time. I just hoped I hadn't sounded like the desperate slut I was feeling like right now.

He licked his lips and nodded once.

He got up to pay the bartender and I breathed a sigh of relief. I followed him down the street to a cheap hotel. It was safer that way. The anonymity made it feel hotter in a way.

This was one of the fantasies I’ve always wanted to live out ever since I got into college many years ago. A shame I didn’t ever get to do that until right now.

Better late than never, right?

He got a room and we were in the dark cramped space before anyone could read out ABCs.

He was gentle with the way he walked up to me and grabbed my hips. My skin burned from the promise of the pleasure he was going to bring me tonight. His hands moved along my body and rested on my ass which he kneaded in such a domineering way that made my head reel as I panted.

"You’re so hot, so freaking soft all over." His words moved like air.

He snatched the hand of my gown and shifted them away from my shoulders. The gown fell to the floor, revealing my perky tits. He lightly ghosted his thumb over the tip of my left nipple and my mouth parted on a whimper as i clutched harder on his shirt.

He was barely touching me yet and I felt like already going up in flames.

He fully wrapped his hands around my bare waist and tugged me forward until my body was firmly plastered against him, and then his lips hovered above mine.

The bravado I felt when leaving for the club was no where to be found.

“Can I?” His hot breath ghosted over mine. I didn’t bother responding and instead pushed up to press my lips against his in a kiss which he took control of almost immediately.

He kneaded my ass and tugged on my hair as he deepened the kiss until my head spinned, until I was moaning and whimpering into his mouth, those lewd sounds which he hungrily swallowed down as he licked into my mouth hungrily.

All thoughts existed my head in that moment, all I could focus on was how he had reduced me to a moaning mess from just a kiss.

And soon, I lost myself to a renewed kiss while alcohol danced around in my veins.