“So, this is where the boxes come?” I asked turning to look at her.
"Yes” see nodded and ran towards the shore until she stopped a few feet from me. "Right here I always get them."
“And you take them to the cabin?” I questioned incredulously. “It’s at least a mile there.”
That box weighed at least 30 pounds; I did not think such a feat possible coming from such a small person.
"Of course, I do it silly,” she replied laughing, "Who else if not?"
“And how do you do it?”
"I drag them up the slope and put in several banana leaves. The biggest I can get!” She exclaimed excitedly, "And then it's easier that way...”
“What about the porch steps?”
She laughed again, spinning around me in circles.
“Well, I'm turning it step by step until I have it on top, some are heavier than others because they contain clothes, books and other things, but I always manage to climb them.”
I got dizzy turning with her so I could see her face, so I gave up keeping up with her and stopped.
“Stop acting like a girl!” I yelled in exasperation, "Do me the favor o... Wait, what? Are there clothes?”
“Yes.”
“And then why the hell do you have to wear that fucking robe and show me everything?”
“Don't swear...”
“I'm not in your fucking house!” I screamed on the verge of a mental breakdown, "As long as I'm outside I can say what I like!"
She looked at me annoyed, crossing her arms under her chest and I forced myself to hold her gaze and not lower it to see her nipples.
Her clear and pink nipples with soft and tender peaks that attracted my attention, crying out to be conquered by my mouth and hands...
And what about her crotch?
Fuck.
I could see the shadow of dark blonde hair, showing through the sheer fabric of the nightgown she wore.
I could feel my back covered with sweat, and it wasn’t due to the high temperatures of the place, but because of the fiery imagination that beautiful woman made my brain have.
“Don't you realize how hot it is here?”
"Yes...” I murmured giving up and seeing those cute mountains that made fun of me.
“So now you understand why I walk like this, Alexander.”
"Call me Alex,” I said, feeling desire give way to rage.
"Alex,” she repeated thoughtfully, trying my name between her pretty lips, and then smiling at me approvingly, "I like it, it goes more with you."
Suddenly she became serious and looking up at the sky, she turned her back on me and took off taking the same direction from which we had come.
“Where are you going?” I asked puzzled, going behind her as fast as my leg allowed me.
“It's time for my bath!” she replied looking over her shoulder and picked up the pace, leaving me behind by going barefoot.
Bath time?
What was she, a baby?
I kept running out of inertia, but stopped under a tree to recover.
I just wasn't used to these humid places. Of course, I lived in New York and the summers there were hot, but the humidity on this island could with my lungs.
The further I got away from the coast and into the jungle, the more I wondered what else the place was hiding.
A sound a few feet to my left brought my attention back to the site.
I followed a path made of stones and a few minutes later, I heard water falling noisily.
As I passed a lush bush, I found myself in front of a river with a waterfall at least three meters high.
I noticed something golden dive into the water and appear in the center of the river.
Abigail.
"My God, how beautiful...”
Of course, I wasn’t referring to the river or the crystal clear water, but to the girl who swam slowly until she reached under the waterfall and plunged under it.
Curious and worried that a few minutes would pass and Abbie would not appear, I took off my shirt and without thinking, I jumped into the water.
The air in my lungs left me as I hit the cold water, but I still swam to the waterfall, taking a deep breath before diving in and swimming around the place I saw Abigail take.
I noticed that one of the stones of the waterfall had a hole and swimming through it, I soon found a natural pool into which a series of jets of water fell, something like some showers.
“Alex! You knew how to arrive!”
I turned to where Abigail's voice had come from, stunned by what I saw.
She was under a stream of water, cleaning the foam from her hair, smiling at me excitedly and completely naked.
Completely naked!
Fuck!
"Shit,” I muttered as I pushed myself off the stone edge and out of the water.
Was it possible to sweat when I still felt the cold water running through my body?
"Abigail...” I cleared my throat as I saw her fully uncovered body.
“You’re taking a shower too?”
I looked up at her face, not knowing if she was referring to an invitation to shower with her or that she might be embarrassed or ashamed to find her like this, but what I actually found with was a curious look, and with her smile still on the lips.
“Don't you want to cover up?”
My breath was stuck somewhere in my body.
“Why? I'm showering.” And with that said, she turned her back on me. ”Do you shower with clothes in New York?”
Fuck the breath. Who needed to get air into their lungs when they had before them, the most beautiful and rounded ass they have ever had the good fortune to see?
"Oh my God, this is wrong."
I stopped my hand when it was halfway to touching that wet, tanned skin, and reproached myself for what I was about to do.
I adjusted my fly, since my dick did not care how cold it was in that cave and I cleared my throat trying, in a vain effort, to also clear my lustful thoughts.
"Abigail, can you explain to me why you don't mind me seeing you naked?"
She turned back to look at my face totally confused.
“What are you talking about?”
“You shouldn't walk around with such scant clothes and undress before a complete stranger!” I shrieked losing my temper, "I could do something bad to you! Very, very bad!”
Very late I noticed, that her lip had begun to tremble and soon her sobs were heard.
“Don’t Cry! For Christ's sake, don't do it!”
“Then don't yell at me or scold me!” she yelled between hiccups.
“I wouldn't yell at you if you weren't around showing it all!” I spun around looking for some shit to cover her nakedness.
“All of what?” She asked, stopping crying, "And what are you looking for?"
"A damn towel to cover your body,” I growled turning my back to her, "That's what you should stop showing...”
"It's just my body, Alex,” she said, making me see that she didn't really understand what I was asking her.
"Abigail, it's frowned upon to go around naked, unless it's a fucking nude beach. Is that where we are? Is that why you love to walk naked?”
"I walk as I walk, simply because I'm always alone,” she answered seriously, but I don't think she meant it maliciously.
I really doubted that this girl understood what the word malice meant.
Or privacy.
Or shame.
Or pity...
I think her innocence went beyond any of those words.
“You’re twenty-five years old, have a little respect for yourself.”
"I don't understand why you're attacking me, I thought you were my friend,” she murmured behind me.
Her tone of voice did not leave me with another option, other than turning to face her.
With a grimace, I realized that his eyes were flooding with tears again, but without actually shedding them.
“Abbie,” I approached, still against what reason was yelling at me and took her by the shoulders to fix our gazes “A man and a woman could never be friends, much less when that woman has a body like yours...”
"You have a body too and I don't bother about it."
Her childish answer almost made me laugh.
Almost.
“I've only been in this place for five hours; we can't be friends in such a short time.”
"I thought we were,” she whispered breathlessly, "I thought God had finally heard my prayers and had sent you for me to stop being alone...”
Her comment penetrated deeply into me, and doing something that went against my principles when it came to women, and much more if the woman was naked and wet, I pulled her closer to me and hugged her tightly.
“Shh, little one,” I brought my mouth to her ear and spoke softly to her to calm her down “Stop crying, okay? Why don't you calm down and we can talk more calmly at home?”
But she hugged me too, shuddering as she started crying again.
"You don't like me, do you?” She asked sobbing, "Is that why you scold me so much?"
“Abbie “I pulled away a little and took her face in my hands “I don't dislike you, I already told you, I arrived just a few hours ago and everything has been overwhelming for me, I don’t mean to insult you or tell you what to do or not do with your body when you've been here much longer than me... Forgive me, okay?”
When was the last time I asked a woman for forgiveness?
When was it even the first?
"Okay,” she murmured hugging me again.
Making me feel her wet and cold chest against mine.
Her perky nipples stabbing into my chest, though I doubted it was out of desire rather than the cold of the water and the cave.
In fact, I did not believe that this girl knew what happened between a man and a woman, feeling so comfortable in my arms being the way she was.
“Have you finished cleaning?”
"Yes,” she whispered without moving away, making me even more nervous than I already was.
"Well, how about you go get dressed and I stay here showering? So you have a little privacy and so do I...”
"Okay,” she answered, separating and going to the pool through which she entered, "I understand that privacy is important to you."
You can bet on it...
“I say it for you, not for me,” I remarked lying.
“I've had twelve years of privacy, Alex. Don't you think that has been enough?”
But instead of waiting for my answer, she jumped into the water and disappeared from my sight.
And I was about to have a neurotic breakdown, I took off my pants and boxers and got under the stream of water.
Surprisingly, Abigail had personal hygiene products there; this really was her bathroom, it had strawberry scented soap, shampoo and conditioner. Obviously, I omitted the latter.
Like I omitted my painful, overexcited cock. I preferred to ignore it than do something about it condition. Mainly because it did not feel fair, when the image of a certain totally innocent girl, was the one with which I would jacked.
So taking my time to calm down and focus on the cold water and not the feeling of having Abigail in my arms, I took a thorough shower, which stopped me from continuing under the relaxing stream, it was my guts complaining about the meager food I had eaten earlier today.
So I got ready to get dressed again and get out of that natural bath, noticing when I was outside, that it was already getting dark and the temperature was starting to drop.
I was surrounding the house, when I noticed that there was a fire made a few meters away and that the owner of all my thoughts was sitting right in front of it.
Not caring that it was getting dark, that it was starting to get cold and I was carrying my wet clothes, I walked up to her and sat next to her.
"Hi,” I said trying to sound cool.
"Hi,” she murmured without taking her eyes off the fire.
I noticed that she was fully dressed, wearing sweatpants and a dark sweater, apparently all men's.
“Are there more clothes like that?” I asked interested.
"I left you some clothes on the bed that I think you can wear,” she said.
“Won't you see my face while we talk?”
"I don't want you to remind me that you need privacy,” she replied, "So no, I won't see you."
"That wasn't what I meant, Abbie.” I brought my hand up and took hers gently, thinking of a concise answer, but she just pulled away from my touch.
"I'll go see Peter and the rest,” she commented, getting up, "I'll leave you to dress in peace...”
“Who is Peter?” I asked confused.
“I have chickens and hens, and Peter is the leader of the group.”
“Chickens!” I exclaimed in surprise, "Do you have chickens in this place and have you made me starve on purpose?"
“Do you intend to eat the only friends I have?” She asked stopping in her tracks, still with her back to me.
“What? Uh... no, no!” I said, when I really did want to. "I was just asking...”
"If you're so hungry,” she began to say, "At home are some fishing rods and everything you need to calm your hunger."
“Abbie, wait” I ran towards her, taking her arm to wait for me “You're upset and I don't know why, but I'd like you to tell me and so...”
"My name to Abigail,” she interrupted, pulling away, "Remember it."
And she left.
She left me stunned by her reply and her attitude.
But above all, I was more surprised by my submissive attitude towards that girl.
If it had been someone else, I would have put her in her place with some acid comment from me, but with Abbie... Abigail, I felt incapable of doing something like that.
Maybe it was because she reminded me of Maggie, my seven-year-old niece and that she was the only weakness I had, other than Mark's daughters, of course. I wanted to think that was what was happening, but deep inside me, I knew that wasn’t what was happening.
I had made Abigail upset with my comment on privacy without really explaining myself, thanks to the excitement that had invaded me as soon as I saw her naked.
I also knew that this would never happen again, that is, seeing her naked again. And not because of my stupid explanation had worked, since that girl did not suffer from any modesty, but because of me and the fact that I could not be near her without my lustful senses being put to the maximum.
And that we had barely been together less than a day, so I did not know what would happen in the next few days.
I hoped Pierre would hurry to find me.
Although that wasn’t what worried me, since I knew that sooner or later, they would do it, but what I would do when that happened.
Would Abigail want to come with me on her own? Or would I have to use brute force to take her with me?
Because of something I was sure, now that I had found that girl, it was impossible for me to abandon her.
I think I'm screwed...
"And then he told me to have some dignity... How am I supposed to act, Peter?" My feathery friend flapped his wings in response. "Yeah, I know I haven't shown my best attitude, but he makes me nervous, you know? Every time I see his eyes, my hands shake and my thoughts divide.” I explained confused. Peter jumped off my legs and started running while cheering loudly, making me laugh even as frustrated as I felt. "I would like to understand what you say, maybe that would be the answer I need...” I snuggled into the trunk of the apple tree on which my back was leaned, and bit my dinner, while my thoughts continued on the man who had arrived in the morning. Alex was... Very handsome. I blushed remembering what it felt like when we hugged in the river cave, and tried better to focus on what came next. It reminded me of the past, when I was nine years old and visiting my grandfather. He would always scold me even for
“Alex, I think I'll die...” "Hold on, I know we will make it." "It hurts a lot, Alex..." "Hush honey, here they come." “It doesn't matter, I'm already dead...” I woke up with a start, a product of the lightning that echoed in the darkness of the room. The nightmare left me confused by not remembering where I was, but soon my mind cleared. I was in Abbie's cabin, and she wasn't in her bed. I sat up, still trying to normalize my breathing, and scanned the room for the owner. Another flash of lightning lit up the room, making the cabin shudder and I could see a shadow in front of the window overlooking the beach. “Abbie?” I got up and went over to her, since she apparently hadn't heard me when I called her. “Abbie?” She startled when I took her by her shoulders to turn her, "What's wrong, little one? You can’t sleep?” "No,” she murmured with her e
I heard Alex scream as soon as I emerged from the water and took a breath. I visualized him a few feet away from me, so I got off Flipper's back, and swam up to him. “Alex? What's going on?” He turned around, showing me his super surprised face, and the next thing I knew, he was locking me in his arms and holding me tightly. It was fifty percent painful and another fifty percent suffocating. “You’re alive!” He screamed, hugging me even more, and then releasing me as if it burned him to touch me, "But how? I saw it! I saw how it got closer to you!” He lifted me up without letting me respond and the next thing I knew, his hands were touching me all over my body. “What are you looking for?” I asked puzzled, "I'm naked, you don't like me naked." "The bite,” he answered, concentrating on my legs even with frantic eyes. I laughed at the tickling of his hands behind my knees. “What bite? “The shark one!
“Abbie!” I screamed as I started down the path I saw her take minutes ago. I know, I know! I was a complete fool for having insulted her once again, for something as silly as her way of drinking coffee, but it's just... Oh my god! That was what pushed me to verbally attack her. The way she threw her head back, closed her eyes and moaned... I had managed to lower my erection talking about food and other banal topics, and that little demon comes and takes my arousal to the top in just two seconds. It had led me to remember what minutes before we had been doing. With what I was about to do to her... I was sweating just remembering that I had finally caressed her chest, it was just a slight touch, I hadn't even gotten to squeeze her nipple or suck and bite it as I had actually wanted, but it had made me feel like a mad puberty touching a body for the first time feminine. I don't know what was wrong
“Miss.” I turned my head toward Gil’s voice, one of the servants from Arthur's house. “Your grandfather sent me to inform you that the special dinner he mentioned a few days ago will be served in an hour.” "Thank you, Gil,” I replied with a tight smile, "I'll take that into account." The girl who looked younger than me, withdrew with a shy smile and closed again. Leaving me once again, locked in the room Arthur assigned me a week ago when we arrived from Brazil. I turned my head back to the only window in my room that looked out onto the back garden of the mansion. The only beautiful thing about that place, since being in the industrial area of Denver, there were not many beautiful things to see. There were no green areas beyond the garden, everything was gray, dry and dull. Nothing to do with my island. "Trust me" Alex's words echoed in my mind but, should I really have trusted him?
“Why the hell is it taking so long?” I asked frustrated, rubbing my face with my hands. "He doesn't want to be seen,” replied Pierre at my side, "But you already know that...” Of course, I knew. But with this case, I couldn't keep a cool head. It had been a week since I had last seen Abigail, since I left her with her grandfather. A week without hearing from her. A week since she had been locked in that room without even letting her breathe some fresh air. So I had been having a fucking shitty week, barely sleeping like five hours top, completely worried about that girl. I knew that confinement was withering her after having had so much freedom for herself before I arrived on that island. The remorse of making her live that ordeal had made me work even harder, until I became an unbearable tyrant with my team. We had infiltrated two of our men into the house as part of the service, managing to have microphones an
How had it come to this? I looked down at the blond head resting against my shoulder and asked the same question again. How the hell had it come to this? The recognition of what was coming from now on hit me squarely with its clenched fist. I mean, I, a fully independent grown man, now had to take care of a woman I met on an island. And I didn't know how to do it. I wasn't a fucking babysitter. I was the kind of man who within 24 hours of meeting a woman had his cock buried deep in her throat. Although the last one did not count since it had been a trap of Gomez. And I had stung easily and now I paid the consequences of my stupidity. I looked back at the mass of blond hair that did not allow me to see the owner's face, and ironically, I noticed how physical the situation was. Abbie had grown too fond of me, and that wasn’t good. I didn't deal with emotional bullshit like the rest of the
Could I at least breathe? I asked myself that question while still in the tense silence of the car, between Alex and Matthew and with Pierre in the front seat. Matt's profile showed me calm, as if he was used to this kind of reaction between Alex and Pierre. What was I supposed to do now? I didn’t understand anything. Alex had been acting strange the whole trip, he had hugged me tightly against him, making me believe that he was sleeping, but it was remarkable that something was worrying him and in turn, it worried me. I tried to release my hand from his grip and that's when he finally turned to look at me. “What's going on?” He asked sharply. "My hand hurts,” I muttered uncomfortably. He immediately released me and turned back to look outside. About forty minutes later, we arrived at a big, imposing building, full of dark glass (too boring for my taste) and we entered the underground parking lot. "This
A year later somewhere in the Atlantic. “Do you have the rings?” I asked Mark. "For the umpteenth time, yes,” he replied exasperated. “Why it’s taking so long?” I said walking anxiously down the altar. "Dude, you’re wearing white, stop moving that much!” My godfather exclaimed looking at me annoyed. “So what?” “That I’m starting to see wet points in some areas...” I stopped immediately to turn to the guests, first seeing my son dressed the same as me in my mother's arms, playing with a gum teether. I couldn't believe that just 48 hours ago, I had just arrived home from a mission and Abbie had greeted me with beautiful news. *** New York, 48 hours ago. The soft sound of the elevator arriving at the apartment woke me up. God... I was tired. It was almost four in the morning and I needed to sleep at least five hours straight, but first I needed a sho
I looked at the unmoving bulge at my feet without being able to believe that this had really happened. “Is this for real?” I spoke without addressing anyone in particular, since the only person with me was passed out before me. I brought my right foot up to Alex's stomach and moved him gently to see if he would react, but that didn't work. "Alex, wake up now,” I said without getting any response. So, accepting it, I sat on the floor placing his head on my thighs and began to pat him gently on the cheeks. "We can't spend the whole night this way,” I explained, "My feet hurt and the dress already bothers me, did you have to pass out? You've been like this for several minutes now...” My free hand couldn't help but go to her hair and gently stroke it. "I really like your hair like this,” I whispered to him as if it were some secret, "But your facial hair needs to come back, just like the weight you've lost, prince, don't think I di
Fucking hell. Yes, I was nervous. I watched behind the curtain the chapel where my sister would be married in a few minutes, the backs of the guests sitting on the church benches and... None of those backs was from Abigail. Was she coming? Had she change her mind at the last minute? Or was she hiding out looking for me, as I did for her? “You look like a teenager stalking the boy she likes.” "I just make sure everything is okay,” I told Pierre as I released the curtain and turned around as if nothing had happened. "Hmm,” he looked at me mockingly for a moment before continuing to speak. "It's time, Alessia is looking for you and you're blocking the way for Lena and her father." I looked behind Pierre, realizing what he was saying was true, noticing my sister-in-law with her father just as the wedding march started, making me run towards the room where my sister was with Mom. “Get out the away!” Maggie yelled, pulling me aside b
"Oh shit,” I mumbled looking at myself in the mirror. The guy staring back at me looked nothing like the one I was used to. He looked haggard, worn, he’d lost weight and his eyes showed a lot of sadness. That was what stood out the most among all; unfortunately, there wasn’t much to do to change that fact. I came out of the bathroom closing the door behind me, and got surprised when I ran into Mom and my sister in my office. "Well,” my mother looked at me critically, "At least he removed his beard." "He doesn't seem homeless anymore,” Alessia agreed nodding. “What the hell do you want?” I went to my desk and sat in front of them "In case you don't notice, I'm working." "You're always working,” Mom snapped crossing her arms, "Tell me, Alex, when was the last time you were in your apartment?" "Yesterday,” I muttered looking away. "Mom was referring to the last time you slept in your bed, Alex,” Al
“You’re fine like that?” “Yes.” “Are you sure? I can put another pillow if you wish,” he kept insisting. “Alex,” I cut off the daily tirade “I'm fine, I'm comfortable, I don't need anything else.” He stared at me serious for a few seconds before looking down, turning, and leaving my room. Yep, my room. Since my discharge from the clinic three days ago, Alex had set me up in my old room claiming that he might accidentally hurt me at night. But I knew that wasn’t the reason. A week had passed since Arthur kidnapped me, and my life has taken a 180 degree turn since then; Any aspect in my life was the same and I had to accept the fact that the person I loved didn’t give me the support I expected and made worse my depression. I didn’t know what aspect to focus on, if in the fact that my only living relative wanted the worst possible harm for me, to be imprisoned indefinitely in these four walls, the fact that no one wanted t
“Alex.” I lifted my head from my hands when I heard Mark's voice from the office door. “What are you doing here?” I asked getting up from the couch, my voice came out raspy from the suppressed crying. Hell, I felt numb from the time I'd been sitting in that position since Arthur’s call. "Pierre,” he said as response closing the door behind him. "Ward has her,” I growled dropping back on the couch, "He just called me asking for ten million to give me back Abbie...” "I have them,” he replied sitting next to me and patting my back. "What else?" "I have to wait before nine for further directions." “And do you intend to wait sitting until it’s time to act?” He looked at me in surprise. “What the fuck do you want me to do, Mark?!” I said exploding at last getting up like a spring and starting to walk desperately across the room. "My woman has been kidnapped by her only relative and I don't know how to get to her back.
It was all a nightmare. I was just still sleeping and was having a bad dream. At some point I would feel Alex's lips kissing my cheek to wake me up and be able to make love in the middle of the night, just as it had happened a few days ago. I hadn’t been kidnapped, I hadn’t seen the man I loved fall a second time and I hadn’t been drugged, brought somewhere hidden even from God's eyes and of course my hands were not tied behind my back as my ankles. It was just that. A simple nightmare. So why did it feel so real? Why this maddening urge to break down and cry and not be able to do it because the guy a few feet from me would know that I was conscious? Because I wasn't in my bed with Alex, nor was I in the middle of a nightmare. This was real and all because of me. Wanting to be alone had ruined Alex's work and endangered him once again. And now I didn't know if he was alive or not. I wouldn't have
“Damn, wake up at once!” I opened my eyes only to find the sky starting to darken and a furious Tom looming over me. “What...?” I cleared my throat not being able to speak well. “What happened? Where am I?” "You're lying in the park,” he growled in response, "Can you get up?" “In the park?” Confused, I tried to sit up but the pain in my back took my breath away, so I flopped down again. Suddenly everything came back to my head. “Abbie!” I screamed frantically getting up ignoring the damn pain in my back, "Where is she?" His answer made me stagger. "We don't know,” he muttered looking away. Desperation shot up my spine making me want to vomit. "They attacked me and took her away,” I said feeling my eyes sting. "I... It's my fault, I shouldn't have accepted this stupidity of going for a walk." I turned to see that the two men who were accompanying me were assisted by other agents from the second tr
“Time's up, everyone put down your knives.” I dropped the knife as soon as Louis said it, and I started to wipe the river of tears that ran down my face. This was stupid. Jerry, one of my classmates, was the stupidest. With the comment of "I'm the fastest chopper in the class, teacher, do you want to see?" Louis had taken it literally, so he made us all compete to see who chopped the most onions in brunoise. The result? Twenty tear-eyed people trying to decently slice onions without cutting their fingers in a minute. As it turned out, Jerry wasn't the fastest chopping onions, he even came close to being. "Your cut is sloppy and inconsistent, Jerry, did you spend that long chopping an onion and a half? I thought I was a good teacher, now your result makes me feel mediocre.” was Louis's final decision. In the end the winner turned out to be Ligia, one of the quietest girls in the room who managed to chop almost four onion