Stuck With The Billionaire

Cara

My cheeks went rosy. He eyed me suspiciously.

“Did I imagine it or were you moaning in your dream?” he asked with a cheeky dimpled smile.

I didn’t answer him. I couldn’t answer. I had been dreaming about him doing things to my body that defied the laws of both physics and life itself. How can I hate him so much and still have such vivid dreams about him? Was I slowly getting mad? Maybe I had drunk too much seawater during the wreck.

He stood above me waiting for my reply. I just got up and shoved him out of my way. I walked past him away from the hut.

Manuel was there waiting. Manuel was the man he had talked to when we emerged from the jungle. He had explained the island was called “Ementiti Loco” and currently it had fifteen inhabitants. Plus Zayn and I made it seventeen. But Zayn had rudely explained to him that they weren’t going to be there long. If you asked me, I didn’t mind living on the island for the while but forever was a big ask.

While studying for my degree, I was working two jobs both night shifts. One was at a bakery while the other was at a convenience store. Unlike Zayn, I had to work to provide the necessities of life. I could barely afford rent and it had forced me to take two roomies. Sheila and Jenna. Sheila was the type of girl that believed in dating. She always had a boyfriend. Her quest for a real relationship was something I could easily compare to a crusader’s oath of loyalty and honor. Her new boyfriend had a place not so far from our apartment and she was always there these days. She was living with him at this point. Jenna on the other hand was a different case. Jenna was always bringing different guys home. She would always say ‘Life is just too short Carr. Live while you still can’. That was her motto for every bad decision she made.

One time I had walked into the apartment after a morning jog. The sounds coming from our bedroom were cause for alarm so I walked towards the door carefully. Opening the door, my jaws went slack instantly. Jenna was there in a crouch with one huge black guy slamming his d**k into her from behind. There was another lying carelessly above her head while she took his large d**k in her tiny mouth. They had all paused and watched me stand there awkwardly. Her mouth was busy so she had waved. Immediately, I had retreated, shutting the door tight behind me. I had to leave the house for the whole day coming back when I was sure it was safe once more.

Sex has always been a particularly awkward topic for me seeing as I hadn’t tried it before. The closest thing to s*x I had come in contact with was porn. Then flicking my bean. I had a very high s*x drive. It was critically high. It was so high that my body had matured fast and now I looked like a f*****g s*x symbol.

“Shall we?” the sarcastic voice of Manuel brought me out of my thinking spell.

The towel on my shoulder begged to be used. With a sigh, I told him, “Sure.”