To the beach

When the food finally arrives, Mr Cross does something I never expected. He clasped his hands, close his eyes and prayed.

When he opens his eyes, he is staring at me.

"What? Never seen a person pray before."

"Actually no, it's foreign to me," I tell him.

And I guess it is so for a few other people around, because they are staring as well.

"I grew up not having much, so I am always grateful for what I have now. And in a world like this, I have to be because there are still so much hungry people out there."

I nod, understanding where he is coming from, but at the same time I never expect him to be the type of person to grow up poor. He seems to be someone who has had it all their life.

Mr Cross seems like the type of man whose father created generational wealth, but turns out he is the one creating it.

Which is something that I would want my children to have, a secured future and to experience the finer things in life.

"Is this why you give back so much?"

"Please eat and stop asking so much questions."

I open my mouth in shock.

Mr Cross gives me a pointed look. Out of embarrassment, I look down at my plate and never lift my head until I am finished eating.

I wipe my mouth, then I look up and reach for my juice.

Mr Cross is staring at me with his usual smirk.

"I love how obedient you are."

"I was raised to respect my elder and those in a higher position than I am."

Which is a total lie, but I only said it just to make Mr Cross think that I came from a good family.

"Why don't you have a few drinks? I don't want to have these on my own." Mr Cross gesture to the alcohol on the table.

I nod, then lift the glass he was drinking from and down the rest of his drink.

"Good girl. I can see myself having fun with you," he said.

I act as if I didn't hear him, then look around the place for the first time since I have been there.

A few female stakes by, Mr Cross's eyes follow them as they go. Even though I have a pong of jealously, I know I have no right to.

"After this, we are going to the beach," he said in a matter-of-fact tone.

I don't argue, just nod as they place another round of sex on the before us.

After another four or so round, and the owner insisting that we didn't have to pay. Mr Cross left our waiter a hefty tip.

"Sir, I'll leave you to enjoy the beach. I'm going back to the hotel."

"Why?"

"I don't have a swimsuit, and I don't think it is appropriate for me to be seen out with you in such a way."

With a frown, Mr Cross grabs my hand, then pulls me along with him until we stop outside a storefront.

"I insist that you come with me to the beach. I doubt you will be coming back to Miami anytime soon, so you might as well enjoy it."

I nod, not knowing what to say. But truthfully, I wasn't going to head back to my room. I only said that to see his reaction, to see if he wants me around, and he does.

Which just proves to me that he wants me, and now I don't care what anyone says. Leo Cross will be mine.

"Welcome," a store attendant greets us.

Her eyes linger on my man, as she hardly looks my way.

"I'm looking for a swimsuit," I tell her, trying to get the attention away from the handsome man before her.

Her hazel eyes trails to me, and she gives me a small smile.

"Of course, do you have anything I mind?"

I can tell that she isn't willing to help me. I make a face, getting ready to tell her off and to get Mr Cross out of her mind because he is mine.

"I will be choosing what she wears," Mr Cross said.

Both of us look at him. I am more shocked than her because I have never had a man dictate what I should wear before.

"And please, only your best pieces." He adds.

The female gives me a look while I smirk at her.

She leads me over to the dressing area while she removes a few items from the racks.

I don't know if the girl is trying to be funny or nasty, but she comes back with a one-piece swimsuit that has ugly patterns, the other one even though is a two piece, the bottom is a skirt.

"Are you trying to be smart right now?" I ask, holding up what she gives me.

"Those are our new collection and are actually quite popular." She smiles.

Mr Cross comes by after hearing our exchange.

"What is the problem now?"

"Look what this girl gave me to wear." I hold up the two hangers for him to see the hideous things on them.

All trace of amusement that was on his face is now gone as he turns to give her a death stare.

"Is this some kind of joke to you?"

"No, I-"

"You nothing." Mr Cross cut her off. "Let me have a word with your manager."

The girl's eyes open wide with panic, then she begins to stutter.

"Now!" Mr Cross yells.

She scatters away, with Mr Cross following behind her.

Even though I remain at the back of the store, I can see them having a heated argument.

I know she got fired because she goes to the back, then leaves with her belongs and tears in her eyes.

Serves her right for trying to make a fool out of me.

I never understand people's jealousy. They see someone else with something better than what they have and all of a sudden they want it.

Not long after, Mr Cross comes back with a very sexy, blue two-piece bikini in hand.

To me, that is something I would wear in the bedroom. But if that is what he wants to see me in, then why not?

I take the swim wear from his hand with a smile, disappear behind the curtain and hurry to get undress.

One part of me is hoping that he would come back here so we could fuck, but I guess we have to have respect for these people and their store.

When done, I go to show off body and the tiny clothes that are covering my private areas.

Mr Cross runs his eyes over my body with a look of approval.

And I do a little twirl.

"Good, let's go."

It is after he stands up do I realize that he is dressed in a red shorts with blue and yellow flowers prints all over it.

I bite my lips at how drool worthy he looks, with his toned ivory skin.

I can't wait to run my tongue over his chest, or even suck his cock again.

It is then and there that I know I would let my boss do as he pleases with me.