Chapter 4

Hotel Paradise, Hawaii.

Presidential Suite

The sunlight streamed through the window as the white curtains swayed in the cool breeze, accompanied by the distant sound of crashing waves. Emma stirred and reached out to find the sheet to pull it over herself, feeling a chill. But she didn't find the sheet. Instead, her fingers encountered the bare back of someone lying next to her, still asleep with their mouth slightly open. She slowly withdrew her hand, opened one eye to glance, and then opened the other. She swallowed hard, "Who is this?" Images from the previous night quickly flashed through her mind. She closed her eyes and squeezed them tightly shut, the memory awakening the heat that had ignited with the German man last night. She denied it to herself, "How is it possible to feel this way about a stranger she had known for only a few hours?" It was as if a sexual appetite she didn't even know existed had awakened for the first time.

"Good morning, lioness," the deep, sleepy, and sexy voice of the man next to her sent shivers down her spine. She shifted to face him and propped herself up on one elbow, brushing hair off his forehead and then caressing his cheek.

"Good morning, stranger," she replied, and he smiled widely, revealing his perfect teeth.

"Do you want to join me in the shower before we say goodbye forever?" Emma squeezed her thighs together, feeling a tingling sensation in that intimate and well-groomed area. "Traitor," she thought. She bit her lip and nodded, determined to finish this casual and unexpected encounter with the German man.

"Okay," she leaned in toward him and planted a kiss on the tip of his nose. She hadn't realized that she had been holding her breath. As he got up, his round and well-toned backside came into view. Her eyes widened at the magnificent sight. It was the second time she had seen a man's buttocks—the first being Jamie's during their five-year relationship. The man disappeared into the bathroom, and then she heard the sound of water running. Emma got up and clutched the sheet to cover her nakedness. She looked out at the majestic view from her room and remembered what she didn't want to: her ex-fiancé's infidelity. She closed her eyes and shook her head, refusing to let it ruin her trip with what had happened. If she couldn't cry, was it because there weren't deep feelings involved? So she decided to carry on with her journey. Her fingers loosened their grip on the sheet covering her, and it fell to the floor. She smiled.

"Someone is waiting for me in the shower," she whispered to herself, looking at her reflection in the window glass. When she entered the bathroom, the scene before her was breathtaking—the German man's body was extraordinarily beautiful. Emma took a deep breath, feeling as if she were lacking air, and he turned when he felt her gaze.

"I'm waiting for you," he said, and Emma smiled and nodded, walking toward him until she stood under the large waterfall of water. She felt the warm water soak her as she opened her eyes, and he was gazing at her, mesmerized. He didn't dare touch her until she did, as she had made clear just hours ago. And so she did—Emma shed any remaining inhibitions and decided to continue enjoying what was happening with the German man.

Her back against the tile, her legs wrapped around his waist as he thrust inside her, she had never enjoyed sex as much as she was at that moment, and the preceding hours. Hearing the woman abandon herself and succumb to passion was exhilarating for him. The moans, the gasps, and occasionally his

 grunts before reaching climax filled the bathroom, the room, the terrace, and the closet. When they finally climaxed together on the rug at the foot of the bed, someone abruptly interrupted their sexual bubble.

It was his phone. He managed to get up, his legs trembling, and answered it, threatening to throw it as he did.

"Tell me," he heard his friend on the other end of the line. It seemed like the vacation was over for him. "Alright. I'm coming right now, thanks," he said before hanging up. He looked at the naked woman lying on the rug, trying to steady her breath after orgasm number... She had lost count. The German man was insatiable, and now he was discovering that she was too. As he looked at the man, she furrowed her brow.

"What's wrong? —He was about to say something when she spoke to prevent it— I know, I know we won't exchange names, nothing at all, this is something that won't happen again. But based on your expression, I thought something bad might have happened.

"It's bad" She raised her eyebrows and sat down "I have to leave. Much to my regret, because what happened here is unique, and I don't want it to end. But I have to go. —Emma nodded, understanding perfectly what he said. He bit his lip, he didn't really want to leave, but he had to do it now. He got up and leaned towards her, surprising her by lifting her up with a quick movement, he laid her down on the bed and passionately kissed her one last time. He went to change and when he was alone in the closet, he looked at the neatly arranged suitcase beneath the hanging clothes and raised an eyebrow when he noticed it was organized by colors. "Wow," he thought, surprised. He reached for the suitcase and looked at the airport tag, and there it was, her first name and where she came from. He furrowed his brow when he saw “New York” and felt his heart race, but he denied it. Perhaps she was just looking for an adventure. Just as he was about to venture into finding out more, he realized something—she wasn't alone. So he finished getting dressed, and when he came out, she was wrapped in a silk robe with her name on it, just like the one he saw with the name “Jamie” and “Just Married” on it. He sighed. Why had he believed that this time, fate was playing on his side?

"I'm leaving," he said. He didn't understand why he felt a pang inside. “Was it because he was leaving when he wanted to stay, or because she was a newlywed seeking adventure on her honeymoon?"

"Alright, I'll walk you to the door...—Emma said, trying to buy some time to figure out why he was leaving, "I hope everything is okay. "When they reached the door, he looked at her.

"Everything is perfect. I hope you had fun, taking the first man who bought you a drink to seduce him and take him to bed." Emma raised her eyebrows in surprise at his words. What was wrong with this guy?

"Okay..." She didn't know immediately what to say. He became even more upset by her audacity, turned around, and left. Emma furrowed her brow and closed the door to the room. She adjusted her silk robe and pondered his words. "Well, he knew what he was getting into when he agreed to get on that elevator. "She let out a long sigh and looked around. "Come on, the honeymoon isn't over yet, Emma."