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I put my bag down on one of the long chairs located under the pergola, removed my cover up, and then walked as fast as I could to the water. I cherished the feeling of the cool water on my skin, the sound of the waves, and the feeling of freedom and awe for the force of nature I always felt when I floated in the ocean.
I swam to my heart's content, unable to hide the smile of satisfaction that drew on my face after each lap, enjoying how the water carried me around, making me feel weightless and worry free, as if the water had taken all my responsibilities, all my problems, and washed them away. I scooped up some sand and rubbed it on my skin to exfoliate.
Nature had a way of forcing a person to live in the moment, and I needed that more than anything. The crash of the waves filled my brain every time I dived, making me focus on the task at hand instead of the turmoil inside of me. I loved swimming. I used to go to the ocean in California as much as possible, even when it was cold.
The very expensive swimming lessons Richard had forced me to take, because the daughter of some business contact was going, actually were a blessing for me, providing me with an outlet to exercise and relieve stress. I swam until my arms and legs were too tired to support my weight, the numbness very welcome, making me feel grounded. An exhaustion that calmed my raging thoughts.
It was close to an hour when I gave in. I reluctantly walked back to the pergola. The sun was now hotter than before, so it was the perfect time to go in the shade and take a break.
To my surprise, there was Alejandro, standing by one of the poles, dressed in all white linen, scanning my body from head to toe, with no shame or discretion. I felt weak in my knees, recognizing my own raw desire in his eyes, but I had to walk to the pergola. It was too late to change course.
Chapter 34
Alejandro
I had been watching her since she strolled out of the house, wrapped in a towel, headed to the beach. At first, I just wanted to make sure she was safe, but when that towel came off, I lost any sense of pride or decency. I couldn’t take my eyes off her.
It was obvious that Amelia was an attractive woman, but my god. My dick thickened up immediately when I saw that pink bikini, her round breasts slightly overfilling the top, her defined stomach, and that ass. That round, tight ass in a thong bottom, separating those defined butt cheeks I wanted to lick, bite, possess.
I didn’t think Dolores realized what kind of bathing suit her daughter had snuck into that luggage she so proudly brought to Amelia when she showed up here. I would have to give Andrea a great Christmas gift for this favor.
Amelia was finally out of the water after swimming laps for an hour and doing some sort of exfoliation by rubbing sand over her skin. I knew she swam for fun. After all, I’d had to get files on everyone that was close to Richard, but this was my first time seeing her. She seemed in her element, even if I held my breath every time she went under the waves.
She was walking toward me now, her peaceful expression tensing as she saw me standing under the pergola. I had no shame. My eyes roamed every inch of her body, the fire in my stomach intensifying with each sexy little step she took, her wet skin glistening under the sun, her breathing a bit accelerated. She fixed her bra a bit, to no avail.
“Good morning,” I said, never taking my eyes off her and slowly, indecently making my way to her face.
“Good morning,” she replied when she got to me, grabbing the towel she had left here neatly folded and wrapping it around herself.
Ignoring me, she sat on one of the long chairs, drying her long brown curls. I knew I should be more discreet, but I was staring at her, imagining how she would look with those now wavy curls wrapped around my wrist.
The things I wanted to do to her…
On the table between us was some champagne and orange juice in a pitcher that I had brought to us so it would be ready when she came out of the water. I walked to the drinks and poured a mimosa, handing it to her. She grabbed it but avoided any eye contact with me.
“Thanks,” she muttered, her well-mannered behavior stronger than whatever hatred she felt for me.
“You’re welcome.”
I sat on the long chair across from her, looking at the ocean. I had a whole speech prepared, but I was rendered silent, focusing on the now wrathful waves of the ocean instead, swarming just like the turmoil inside me, of being so close to her but feeling so far.
I took a big sip of my drink to try to calm down, but I couldn’t help and look to my side to see her.
She was enjoying the beach view. She looked very pensive and a bit sad. The wind was blowing her wet, curly hair around. Her gaze slowly met mine, her eyes now perusing my naked chest, all the way down to my raging boner. She bit her lip, her gaze going back to my chest and my arms. I had never been more thankful for staying fit. Her lips parted ever so slightly as her breath quickened.
I felt my heart race when her eyes met mine, burning raw desire emanating from her every pore. Every muscle of my body was tense, urging me to jump on her and make her mine. She held a gasp when she realized I was now looking at her, my eyes burning.
Amelia quickly got up. Before she could leave, I grabbed her arm, turning her to face me.
“Amelia, you have to know…Elena, she means nothing to me. She’s just a good friend. I told you this already. We made a mistake, both overtaken by our sorrow, but that was it. We are just friends.”
She shook her head, her beautiful lips thin.
“I don’t know if I can believe you,” she admitted.
“I know. I get it. Amelia, I didn’t plan for this. I didn’t know I was going to meet you—not like this. There are many things I regret doing, many things I wouldn’t have done if I knew how my life was going to turn out—if I knew you.”
She shook her head with force and backed away from me. I took a step toward her, but I stopped myself, turning my hands into fists instead. As much as I was hurting, I needed to give her space, to give her time, even if we were running out of it.