“Not as often as I’d like,” I tell her, then meet Javier’s gaze in the mirror. He was the one who suggested we come here. Did he know Guillermo was here all along? Or was this purely a coincidence? I’ve trusted him with my life, and if I find out he’s been working behind my back, he knows I’ll not think twice about ending him.
He will answer to me.
I’ll make him confess.
“It’s so beautiful,” Sofía speaks, drawing my attention away from my best friend. “I’ve never been outside the city; never left the small suburb I grew up in. That’s why I wanted to study in New York. Just to be away from my home that’s brought so much heartbreak to me.”
She darts her gaze toward me, her eyes wide with shock at her admission. I didn’t think she’d ever really and truly open up to me, but that was evidence that she’s held back. Of course she has; she’s fearful, and she has every right to be afraid of me.
We pull into the driveway, taking the long path up to the house that sits on a hill overlooking the ocean. Just the way I like it. Being near the water makes me feel free, even though I’m not.
I don’t respond to Sofía because I have no words to offer her. Exiting the vehicle, I round it and open her door before Javier can do it. I take her hand and lead her toward my holiday home. Even though I planned to stay at the hotel, the threat of anyone seeing me with Sofía was too great.
I push open the door, allowing her to step inside. The open plan lower level is all glass and mirrors, with white Italian marble and black furnishings. I’ve kept it minimal to show off the space.
“Victor,” Sofía gasps, spinning around to take in the view. From the entrance foyer, you can see into the living room, which has floor-to-ceiling windows and two patio doors that overlook the ocean in the distance.
The sky is clear blue, along with the water. The azure waves lap at the white sandy beaches, and the area just outside the garden is overtaken mostly by an infinity swimming pool.
“This is more than I ever expected,” Sofía tells me, a smile lighting her face, and her eyes sparkle with excitement. I never once wanted to please someone before, but for some reason, she’s making me want to see that smile more and more.
“Well, I’m glad you approve, juguete,” I respond, moving through the house and into the kitchen, which sits to the left of the living room. Opening the fridge, I find a beer along with water, which I take out and hand to her. “Take your medication.”
She stills for a moment before she says, “I wanted to thank you for buying the pills. My father tried, and even though he stole from you, I know you didn’t have to get them for me.”
“No,” I say, shutting the fridge, “I didn’t have to, but what good would you do me if you were dead.” As soon as the words are out of my mouth, I want to pull them back. The stupid comment makes her cringe. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that, but… I’m an asshole.”
“Yes, you are.” She smiles as she swallows four pills and takes a big gulp of water. She sets the bottle down and glances over her shoulder at the swimming pool. I can see the need in her eyes.
“Why don’t you go change, and we can sit at the pool for a while, before we need to head out.” I offer, knowing that I’m doing this more for me than for her. I am dying to see her in one of those tiny bikinis.
I’m sitting at the pool in my swim shorts when I hear bare feet padding toward me. I don’t turn, I don’t lift my sunglasses, but the moment Sofía steps out into the dying sunshine, my cock hardens without me needing to touch it.
Her curves are encased in a white string bikini, which hugs her bubble butt, and her tits that are a little more than a handful. She’s an hourglass born to taunt me.
“Does this look okay?” she asks me with a small smile on her pouty lips. Jesus, she may as well hold a gun to my head.
“More than fucking okay,” I tell her honestly. “You’re not to wear that down at the beach.” I add on, knowing that when we head down to the party tonight, she’ll need to dress the part.
“What? Why?” She looks genuinely shocked at my words. She folds her arms across her tits, which makes them push together, not helping my fucking hard on one bit.
“Because I fucking said so, juguete,” I bite out, setting my drink on the table and pushing off the lounger. I stalk toward her, but she’s fast, leaping into the water before I have time to get to her. The ripples her dive causes make it look like her body is dancing in the luminous blue water.