ALEX

I had died. I had to have died and entered heaven. How else would it be explained that I had the most beautiful angel with blond hair over me? Her hair was messy, sure, shot in all directions, but she was beautiful and she looked so innocent... Although it seemed strange to me. According to my filthy file, I should be burning in the fifth pile of hell. Unless the devil was a woman and by the way, incredibly exquisite. She was looking at me with her huge green eyes, brimming with curiosity and intrigue. Suddenly she smiled, showing me all her teeth and I felt my chest throb and my fly tighten. But it didn't last long. As soon as she opened her mouth all the charm ended. "Oh,” sighed the angel. “I thought you were dead, but your chest was moving. That's why I covered your mouth and nose, to see if you would react with that, but you started to move like crazy and I had to let you go, but at least you woke u

"And then he told me to have some dignity... How am I supposed to act, Peter?" My feathery friend flapped his wings in response. "Yeah, I know I haven't shown my best attitude, but he makes me nervous, you know? Every time I see his eyes, my hands shake and my thoughts divide.” I explained confused. Peter jumped off my legs and started running while cheering loudly, making me laugh even as frustrated as I felt. "I would like to understand what you say, maybe that would be the answer I need...” I snuggled into the trunk of the apple tree on which my back was leaned, and bit my dinner, while my thoughts continued on the man who had arrived in the morning. Alex was... Very handsome. I blushed remembering what it felt like when we hugged in the river cave, and tried better to focus on what came next. It reminded me of the past, when I was nine years old and visiting my grandfather. He would always scold me even for

I heard Alex scream as soon as I emerged from the water and took a breath. I visualized him a few feet away from me, so I got off Flipper's back, and swam up to him. “Alex? What's going on?” He turned around, showing me his super surprised face, and the next thing I knew, he was locking me in his arms and holding me tightly. It was fifty percent painful and another fifty percent suffocating. “You’re alive!” He screamed, hugging me even more, and then releasing me as if it burned him to touch me, "But how? I saw it! I saw how it got closer to you!” He lifted me up without letting me respond and the next thing I knew, his hands were touching me all over my body. “What are you looking for?” I asked puzzled, "I'm naked, you don't like me naked." "The bite,” he answered, concentrating on my legs even with frantic eyes. I laughed at the tickling of his hands behind my knees. “What bite? “The shark one!

“Miss.” I turned my head toward Gil’s voice, one of the servants from Arthur's house. “Your grandfather sent me to inform you that the special dinner he mentioned a few days ago will be served in an hour.” "Thank you, Gil,” I replied with a tight smile, "I'll take that into account." The girl who looked younger than me, withdrew with a shy smile and closed again. Leaving me once again, locked in the room Arthur assigned me a week ago when we arrived from Brazil. I turned my head back to the only window in my room that looked out onto the back garden of the mansion. The only beautiful thing about that place, since being in the industrial area of ​​Denver, there were not many beautiful things to see. There were no green areas beyond the garden, everything was gray, dry and dull. Nothing to do with my island. "Trust me" Alex's words echoed in my mind but, should I really have trusted him?

How had it come to this? I looked down at the blond head resting against my shoulder and asked the same question again. How the hell had it come to this? The recognition of what was coming from now on hit me squarely with its clenched fist. I mean, I, a fully independent grown man, now had to take care of a woman I met on an island. And I didn't know how to do it. I wasn't a fucking babysitter. I was the kind of man who within 24 hours of meeting a woman had his cock buried deep in her throat. Although the last one did not count since it had been a trap of Gomez. And I had stung easily and now I paid the consequences of my stupidity. I looked back at the mass of blond hair that did not allow me to see the owner's face, and ironically, I noticed how physical the situation was. Abbie had grown too fond of me, and that wasn’t good. I didn't deal with emotional bullshit like the rest of the