GRAY

five

Roman

A flush of hatred and spite darkens her eyes.

She hates me. She despises me. She wants me dead. She wants to kill me with both her hands and watch me take my last breath.

Hearing those words spill out of her mouth makes me feel a tinge of guilt and regret. Don't get me wrong. I don't feel any guilt or regret for killing that sick psychopath. But I feel horrible for watching the aftermath of what I did. How sad and angry and broken and lonely she looks. I wish I could fix it. I wish I had the soap to wash away the sadness.

Maybe that's why I'm sitting here with her. I want her to feel better and less lonely. Maybe that's why I followed her here instead of going up to my room and fùcking the shìt out of my escort. I texted her and cancelled tonight just so I could sit here and eat chicken nuggets with this supermodel. Honestly, this little party is more fun.

"Stop looking at me like that." She says.

"Like what?"

"Like you feel sorry for me." She huffs. "Remember, no pity parties!"

I can't help but feel sorry for her. I'm the reason she's sitting here, sad and lonely with a stranger. I'm the reason there's a sea of sadness in her eyes. A sadness that won't wash away anytime soon.

Juliette takes a big gulp of the wine and stands on her feet. She looks down at me as she takes off her white robe. Then she takes off her t-shirt. Before you know it, she's standing completely naked infront of me. God, this woman is breathtakingly beautiful. Her breasts are small and perky. Her waist so tiny. Her legs so long. She's so slim but sexy. Every inch of her body is perfection. That sick psycho was lucky to have her.

"Let's go skinny dipping!"

Before I can even say yes, she runs to the ocean showing off her cute little butt. She's swimming and turning in the water, her hair wet. After a few minutes, she stops and turns to look at me. Her blue eyes are sparkling in the water.

"Stop doing that!" She shouts.

"Doing what?" I chuckle.

"Pooping on the party." She scowls at me. "Take off your clothes and bring your naked àss here."

I can't help but laugh at that.

"What are you waiting for!" She shouts.

"I'm embarrassed."

"Embarrassed about what?"

"Can't tell you. It's embarrassing."

"If you don't tell me, I'll get out of the water and disappear to my room and you'll never see me again." She threatens. "And I'll hate you forever for pooping on our fun little party."

I hesitate. She starts getting off the ocean when I immediately stand up. Then I point to what I'm embarrassed about. She looks at me in confusion before bursting into a loud laugh.

"A boner?" She keeps laughing. "You're embarrassed about a bloody boner? Last I checked, they are natural and normal."

I take a big gulp of the wine before taking off my shirt and shorts. When I take off my boxers, she stares at my boner for a moment and swallows. When she catches me staring at her, she blushes and looks away. I can't help but smile and blush a little.

The second I get into the ocean, she starts splashing water on me and laughing so loudly. I also start splashing water on her. I've never done this with anyone before. It's a foreign experience that strangely feels good. The best part is watching her laugh. I used to think I love classics but I've changed my mind tonight. Her laugh is the best music.

She suddenly stops the splashing and fixes her eyes on me.

"Why are you here?" She asks.

"On business." I reply.

I'm actually here because of her. Since killing her husband on her wedding, I've been feeling sorry for her. I know it's dangerous but I've been keeping tabs on her. I have access to all her accounts. I know everyone she talks to. Lately, the only person she's been talking to is her assistant which is not that often. I knew she'd be in Maldives in this specific hotel. I followed her here because of two reasons. One - I want to keep her safe. It's dangerous for a famous supermodel to travel alone. Two - I want to offer company. A sad widow definitely needs some good company.

"You are handsome." She says. "You protect people for a living. You're generous with chicken nuggets. You look hot in shorts. And you have a big dìck. Why is a guy like you single? Are you some serial killer or what?"

"Something like that..." I chuckle.

She freezes for a moment before bursting into a laugh and splashing water on me.

"I'm married to my job." I say. "It would be unfair to be unfaithful to it."

"Then divorce your job." She suggests.

"Why?"

"Because it's foolish to miss out on love."

Juliette swims towards me and wraps her arms around my neck, her breasts on my chest. My heart is pounding hard. The water is freezing cold but my skin is on fire. I wrap my hands around her waist and my dìck gets harder. It's selfish to say this but I think killing her husband was the best thing I ever did. It's like the universe is rewarding me for taking out that sick psycho.

Our eyes lock in an intense gaze and all I can think about is how much I want to kiss those sweet sexy lips.

"Kiss me, Roman."

I don't hesitate for a single second. I slam my mouth on hers, her lips tasting like the wine we just drank. Her lips are soft and smooth, almost silken. Our bodies are pressed tightly against each other as our tongues tangle in our mouths, battling for dominance. My hand grabs the back of her head, pulling her closer as I cling to her desperately. I don't want to let her go. I don't want to stop. I don't want her to stop.

But she stops.

Juliette pulls away and gets off the ocean, leaving me horny and confused. Mostly, confused. Am I a bad kisser? I must be a bad kisser. So bad that it kicked her out of the ocean and pooped on the party.

She quickly slides into the t-shirt and robe and gulps the wine to the last drop.

"Roman." She says. "I want you to take me to my room and fùck my brains out. Let's act like horny honeymooners."

I swallow, shocked and confused at the generous offer.

"What do you mean?"

"Be my husband." She smiles. "Just for tonight."

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