A Week Later"Good morning," Ethan said, kissing me on the cheek. I opened my eyes to find his beautiful brown eyes staring at me."Good morning," I replied, yawning and stretching to shake off the sleep."Guess what?" Ethan's eyes glistening."What?" I asked, still rubbing my eyes."You said you were seasick, so I asked the captain to take us to shore," Ethan said, making me jump out of bed as the sleepiness cleared from my eyes. "Are you serious?" I smiled, feeling elated.Despite the fact that the ship had everything I could think of, I was tired of being at sea. A week on the water with no one but Ethan and his staff made the introvert in me disappear."Thank you," I sighed, giving Ethan a warm hug and placing a gentle kiss on his lips."Is that all I get?" Ethan smirked, asking for a deeper kiss."My breath, I haven't brushed my teeth," I said, using my breath as an excuse not to kiss him. As much as I tried, I couldn't pretend to be completely okay and avoided every intimate co
"Oh! I think it's better now," I said, pulling out the phone and quickly ending the call. "I thought it was spoiled, but you're probably right. It's waterproof," I said, looking at the phone as though examining it."I called my father earlier, but he missed it. It could be him calling back," I said to Ethan, getting to my feet. "He doesn't know I'm with you," I whispered, moving away from Ethan before calling Wayne back."Hey, Dad, it's Emily. I'm sure you saw my missed call," I said out loud, just to make sure Ethan could hear me before I took more distance from him."You're with Ethan?" Wayne asked."Yes," I replied."Don't say anything. I'm sure he can read lips," Wayne warned."Okay, Dad," I said, turning to see Ethan staring at me with furrowed brows."I'm at the park. Where should I keep the drive?" Wayne asked. I looked around the park, having no idea."I'm just having ice cream," just in case. "I'm enjoying the ice cream, but I don't like the flavor I chose. Maybe I'll throw
"Fine, Ethan, show me, and I’ll trust you," I said, taking a deep breath. "This park is suddenly making me feel depressed," I added, changing the topic to avoid any suspicion."I think I want to go shopping. I need more comfortable dresses if we are going to stay long on the ship," I explained, watching Ethan nod."Okay," Ethan agreed, moving back to the picnic mat and packing up our things. As he came close with the ice cream pack, I looked at it."Oh! Is this the flavor I got?" I frowned, taking the chocolate-flavored ice cream from his hand."I wanted pistachio," my frown deepened. "What was I thinking when I ordered chocolate? I’m tired of chocolate," I began to complain.Ethan quickly took the ice cream from me. "It’s fine, I’ll take the chocolate. You can get the pistachio for yourself," Ethan said. I looked at him, faking a smile."Really?" I asked, and he nodded. "But you don’t really like ice cream.""I don’t mind," Ethan shrugged."Let’s get you the pistachio, okay?" Ethan u
To my surprise, Ethan didn't stop. His kiss grew more passionate, filled with a hunger I could feel deep within him. For a brief moment, I forgot myself in his arms, our lips devouring each other as if we couldn't get enough. His tongue danced with mine, sending shivers down my spine. I felt his hands roaming my back, pulling me closer, as if he wanted to consume me whole. The world around us melted away, leaving only the two of us, lost in the intensity of the moment. His lips were fierce, demanding, and yet gentle, savoring every second of our kiss. I felt myself getting lost in his embrace, my heart racing, my soul on fire. It was as if time stood still, and I had forgotten everything, even my mission. We kissed for what felt like an eternity before he finally pulled away, his breath hot against my lips. "I've really missed you, Emily," he whispered, his minty breath sending tingles through my body. As soon as our lips parted, I quickly regained my composure, moving back t
"Let's get you back to your room," Ethan said, his voice soft but firm as he guided me out of the control room. His hand rested gently on my back, sending shivers up my spine. The warmth of his touch was disarming, but I couldn’t let it distract me again.As we walked back to my room, I kept my eyes forward, trying to ignore the way my body still ached for him, the way my lips still tingled from his kiss. I couldn’t afford to lose myself like that again.When we reached my room, Ethan paused at the door, his gaze searching mine. "I’m sorry if I pushed too hard earlier," he said, his voice laced with regret and something else I couldn’t quite place. "I’ve missed you so much, Emily." He confessed. His voice filled with desire. I forced a small smile, nodding. "I just need some time." I explained. His eyes lingered on me for a moment longer, as if trying to read something in my eyes. I held my breath, praying he wouldn’t see through my facade, before he finally nodded."Take all the ti
A week later"I love you," Ethan said as I lay breathlessly beside him, my body still trembling from the intensity of having him inside me. His words lingered in the air, but I couldn’t bring myself to say them back. If I truly loved him, would I have put his life in danger?I moved closer, resting my head on his warm chest as he gently stroked my hair. "You know, I was thinking maybe it's time to leave the ship," Ethan murmured, his voice soft but insistent. My heart skipped a beat. Ever since Wayne told me what they were really planning, I’d been refusing to get off the ship."No, let's stay," I insisted. I was seasick, tired of seeing the same faces every day, but more than anything, I didn’t want anything to happen to Ethan."I know you're scared, but I think it's safe now," Ethan said, trying to reassure me. "Wayne and Alfred have fled the country, and I hear they’re more afraid of us than we are of them."I shook my head. "No!" I protested, my voice sharper than I intended. Etha
"Thank you," I said to the woman who guided me to Ethan's mud house, while Ethan stayed back to drink with some of the guys."Did you grow up in the same orphanage as Ethan?" I asked. She looked a little older than Ethan and most of the other people I saw him mingling with.A warm smile spread across her face, and she shook her head. "No, only a few people here know Mr. Marcel from the orphanage. The rest of us are rescues," she replied."Rescues?" I repeated, confused. "Would you mind explaining it to me?"She smiled as she opened the door, and a cool, natural breeze welcomed us, carrying an earthy scent. I looked around and noticed the cozy, well-ventilated space. The living room was small, with chairs made of bamboo, and there was a tiny kitchen in the corner. A staircase beside the kitchen led to an open room upstairs. Even from the doorway, I could see some of the room's features.I stared in awe. It was the smallest space I’d ever seen Ethan own, but it also looked the most com
Ethan smiled at me, gently brushing a loose strand of hair from my face. "You need to go back home to your father, and I have to get back to work," he said.I rolled my eyes, frustration bubbling up. "What work? Importing illegal goods and killing people who annoy you?" The words tumbled out before I could stop them. Deep down, I didn’t want Ethan returning to that life.His smile faded, and I caught a glimpse of hurt in his eyes. "Is that really all you think I do?" he asked, his brows knitting together.I sighed, pulling away slightly. "What else am I supposed to think?" I snapped, unable to contain my frustration. After everything I’d seen, I knew I should’ve chosen my words more carefully, but the truth was, I didn’t know what to believe anymore.Ethan’s voice softened, his tone almost pleading. "How many times do I have to tell you, Emily? I’m not the villain you’ve made me out to be.""But you’re not a saint either," I countered. "It doesn’t matter if those people deserved what