The Beginning

The sun's rays peeks through the bay window of Jordan's rest house and I barely open my eyes to check. I pound my temples. My throat feels dry, a vein on my forehead throbbing and I feel like I just got out of a spinning car. This must be the effect of the alcohol I drank last night.

I carefully push myself up to sit and stops abruptly when the throbbing in my head kicks painfully hard. Oh what a pleasant morning!

I climb out of the bed and rush to the bathroom. I am mortified by the face in the mirror that greets me. I must have been very drunk that I actually forgot to take off my make up. Now I look like a raccoon, heavy black mascara and liner smudged around my eyes like lopsided dark rings. I sigh. Good thing I didn't give in Jordan's charm immediately last night. If I did he would have seen me in this miserable look.

I turn the faucet, taking my make up off with the running water, washing my face several times. I pluck several tissues from a box on the shelf and wipe it all over the excess make ups that hasn't been gotten rid by the water.

Today's Saturday and I still have a lot of time to enjoy until the work starts. But then I remember, hasn't my work started already?

I come out of the bathroom and notice a robe folded on the bed. I put on the robe, a silk of dark that matches my dress.

As I am descending on the staircase I hear a faint murmur that comes from the living room. I rush down to take a look.

The person I expect to see is indeed the person lying comfortably on the sofa while watching football.

Jordan glances at me and gives me a small smile.

“Good morning, sleepyhead,” Jordan greets. His mysterious attitude catches me off guard. I wonder what he has eaten that he actually treats me like a human being today. He looks sounds like he's entirely a different person than I first spoke to him.

“Good morning,” I stutter, remembering what happened last night. I can still feel it. His sweet succulent manly lips biting mine. His delicious tongue playing with mine, not in dominance but in unity I never expect I needed from this arrogant man. It still has in me; how warm, hard and irresistible he felt last night. It still has in me; how I felt comfortable and horny when he proceeded to cup my buttocks. Jordan Crown is the perfect resemblance of Casanova. So charming without even trying to. He's dangerous for my sanity. He's not good for my health. But most importantly, he excites me.

“You look like you forgot to experience hangover,” Jordan jokes.

“Strange. I have always come to a conclusion that everyone would look their worst in the morning after drinking heavily last night.”

“I forgot what happened last night. Did I really drink that hard?” I scratch the itch on my forehead, making a face while saying this.

Jordan stares at me with those piercing blue eyes of his. It's so absorbing that he almost petrified me on the spot.

“You forgot everything that happened last night?” Jordan rises up from the couch. I turn around and walks straight to the kitchen. I feel his figure follows me.

“I’m sure I do. The only thing I remember is the treasure hunting game,” I lie. I open the fridge and bend over in a way that my buttocks are popping up to him, to seduce him of course. I scan the contains of Jordan's fridge. I am not expecting from an arrogant prideful man to have bottles of milk in his fridge. I reach for a bottle, close the door and turn back to him. Jordan is wearing a plain gray shirt that looks fit around his muscular body. His chest looks hard and strong and so are his biceps and while I proceed to drink the milk, I can't help but stare.

“You must have been so drunk last night, woman. Unfortunately I'm not in the mood to give you descriptions of everything that happened last night,” Jordan utters but I don't really hear a word came out of his mouth. I'm still lost in my indecent thoughts. I shake my thoughts away. I place down the bottle of milk to breathe.

“Well I'm not really asking for much. I promise you, a keyword is all I need.” I respond. He's so close to me and I can feel just how big the gap of our heights are. He towers over me. I'm not even sure if my scalp reaches his lips.

“Then keywords coming right up,” he lowers his voice,

“Hot and wet…and frustrating at the same time.”

I almost smile, comprehending what he means.

“Nothing comes to mind,” I lie.

“Nevermind.” He sighs. He turns around and moves some distance from me. I open the fridge and puts it back inside.

“You better get dressed already, Keila. You wouldn't want to look odd under such a bright Saturday inside that fabric,” Jordan says. I swing around and shot a confuse stare at him.

“Why? Where are we going?” I demand.

“You would not want to spend the perfect weekend at a blissful island by just staying inside these four corners of my rest house would you?”

I shake my head silently.

“Neither would I. You have only explored half of the island and trust me there are still more wonderful views and exciting activities here you wouldn't wanna miss,” Jordan continues, but not in a persuading kind of way but more of an order. Of course I don't want to miss anything exciting here. Of course I don't want to miss you.

“Is this still part of my job?” I question him. He replies with an absorbing silent stare. He looks at me, the kind of look that says plenty of things mix together. His sets of blue eyes are paralyzing and it pierces right to mine all the way to my soul. My heart almost skips a beat. Only almost.

“Keila, this invitation of mine will only lead to one thing, and it's something that's not part of your job.” His voice is deep and husky and as he says this words, he keeps his stare. The kind that almost matches of those wild predators staring at its prey from a bush before launching. The only thing I'm trying to keep other than my gaze is my composure.

I don't have any idea what he actually means but my feminine side suggests an indecent thought and I begin to unlike myself. This is bad for me—Jordan Crown is bad for me.

“I—I’ll go change upstairs.” I hurry to the staircase, silently hoping he didn't notice me froze.

“Keila,” Jordan calls back before I can vanish. I bite my lips in frustration, pausing my flight. I look back at him. This time unsure how long my composure can last.

“Yes?”

“I remember seeing a couple of my sister's sundresses in my closet. She must have forgotten it from the last time she visited here. You can borrow if you'd like,” says Jordan Crown. A sundress from his sister? I didn't know he had a sister…and I certainly didn't notice he had sundresses in his closet.

“Thanks.” I force a smile and rush upstairs.

* * * * *

Jordan is wearing a plain dark t-shirt that looks fit around his well-built body and a white shorts that barely reaches his knees. He wears his dark sunglasses and his Rolex, and the clothings and accessories he wears from his heels up to his head serves to showcase just how ridiculously expensive this arrogant playboy is. He looks so hot, covered by his simplicity and I hate to admit that I just can't take my eyes off of him.

He climbs out of the electric vehicle and studies the cottage full of villagers and guests who chose to stay longer. I follow suit and stops next to him.

I glance down at myself. The purple sundress I borrowed from Jordan's sister looks perfectly good on me, and I begin to come to a conclusion that this island basically has every fabric and garment that suits every woman in the world. Perhaps I'm being exaggerating but it really does comes close.

The cottage looks utterly soothing. Made entirely out of giant timbers with gray windows that minimized views from the outside.

He leads me inside the wide cottage and as he does, everyone would genuinely greet him in process.

“What’s in here?” I question curiously. He don't reply. He looks straight toward what the hall leads us. I follow his gaze and I need not to ask twice.

The navy blue sea greets the clear horizon from my view. The view looks mesmerizing and I can feel the warm and salty breeze of the sea waffling across my face. But the sea isn't the main focal point but the villagers and guests riding on whatever they can sail with. Speedboats, jet skis, fly board. Some are swimming, some laying down on a inflatables, my drifting across the water and some are even paragliding.

“This is awesome,” I manage to speak despite under the influence of my astonishment. My eyes are wide and I can feel my jaw barely intact

“I told ya!” replies Jordan proudly

“So...when do you plan on changing outfits?”

My head jerk up abruptly.

“What do you mean?”

“You’re not planning to swim wearing that right?”

His question catches me off guard. I haven't never been triggered by his authoritative attitude before than this instance. It's not a surprise for an executive to give multiple orders to his secretary, but this definitely isn't what I should be doing. Being ordered to change clothes technically because wants to take a swim. This is ridiculous.

“Let me be clear with you, mister Crown,” I finally have the courage to speak.

“It’s true that I'm your secretary, but this kind of—”

I gasp, taken aback when drags me back inside the cottage.

“You absolutely have a mouth, woman.” It’s as if he didn't even consider letting me finish speaking. He's just so arrogant!

He pulls me all the way to the counter where we are greeted by a smiling teenage lady.

“Good afternoon,” Jordan greets back. The girl crouches down under the table, hidden from our view. She appears to be collecting something underneath the table.

She stands erect and hands a shopping bag at me. I reach for the bag, bewildered.

“What’s this?” I question Jordan.

“I want you in these outfit once I get out of the men's room. I'll be right back.” Jordan rushes away, speeding up towards a hall that will most probably take him to the men's room.

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“But Jordan…wait!” I call but he already disappears before I can even respond.

Great! Sure, I did enjoy the view, but with Jordan's habits for mystery and his troublesome issues of being bossy, it might just get rid of my enjoyment.

I drop my gaze at the contents of the bag. I don't recognize the clothing inside the plastic but I'm sure it's red.

I take it out from its storage and what greets me is the scarlet-colored two piece.

. . .

I cover my lower half with the towel prepared for me by one of the villagers who is on duty. The only thing that's most discernible is the red brassiere I'm wearing.

That's weird. I wasn't really expecting that Jordan got me the right size, but surprisingly he did. He must have been so professional with a woman's body that just by looking at my breast, he actually figured my size.

I walk straight to the hall that leads me to the center of the wide cottage, occasionally glanvi through the window.

I reach the far end of the hall and stop dead in my tracks, having sight of the topless Jordan Crown, his back facing me.

I study his body and I can't help but have the overwhelming urge to touch him.

I swallow my throat. This isn't the first time I have seen his body before, but regardless of that fact he still makes me dizzy.

I inch closer to him until I'm barely a meter away.

“Jordan,” I can hear my own voice almost reaching high-pitch. Jordan twists his figure to look at me and the second he does, he doesn't say anything. He just stands there, looking down at me, but I'm really not certain which part of my body he's looking at because of the sunglasses that cover his eyes.

I wait for him to say something, looking up at him expectantly.

“Suits you well,” he simply says. Then he grabs my hand, drags me out of the cottage and takes me all the way to the dock.

Two villagers on duty who look to be in their early thirties, smile up at us as they prepare what appears to my eyes as a water flyboard.

“Good afternoon, mister Crown.” One of the three turns to me.

“Good after, miss taylor.”

“Good afternoon, Jesse. Are we ready?”

“We’re good to go, mister Crown,” the other replies.

“Perfect.” Jordan sits down on the edge of the dock, digging his feet inside the flyboard bindings. Jordan looks up at me.

“Are you ready?”

“Ready for what?" I demand.

. . .

I am so close to Jordan and I can feel the warmth of his body against mine. He wraps his arms around my waist and I almost gasp in surprise. I'm standing in between the bindings Jordan dug his feet in, holding me in his captive so I wouldn't fall. He and I are riding on the water flyboard with a strong jet of water under us to keep us from the water.

I feel my heart pounding rapidly, uncertain if it's because I'm nervous about this thing or because Jordan's body is so dangerously close to mine.

I'm not even sure how he convinced me a minute ago to ride with him in this water flyboard. This is certainly not the kind I enjoy. I'm not into this thrill—well if you mean the 'Jordan' kind of thrill, I guess why not?

I swallow hard because I can feel him against me. This is bad. This is bad for the other side of me I've been keeping concealed for a long time and now she's about to get out of the closet.

Abruptly Jordan yanks the towel that covers my lower bottom, exposing my lower half in my red panty.

“Hey!” I yell. Jordan tosses the towel over the three men.

“Are you joking, woman? How do you think will you use that towel if it gets wet?” Jordan utters, holding me easily with a single arm.

“Well you could have asked me before you ripped that thing off.” A surge of irritation suddenly rushed through me.

“I hope you're ready, woman,” his whisper feels warm against my ear and it almost came down to the deepest of me.

“Cause you're about to get wet.”

A rush of panic comes inside me as the water flyboard propels us through the air and I scream as it does so.

“Jordan, I'm gonna fall!” I scream in the highest pitch my voice can ever reach. I close my eyes tight, silently begging my nerves and cells to go to work.

“You’re as light as a pillow, woman!” Jordan laughs under the loudness of my scream.

My arms feel light. I, myself, feel light. As though I'm being pulled up from the ground. Seconds later, this light feeling spreads all over my body and I begin to get very comfortable being held by Jordan like this, being touched by him like this. This is bad, because I know after this I'll be craving for more of his touches on every part of my body—including the obvious.

* * * * *

The whole Saturday afternoon is great. Not only did I enjoy the flyboarding, I also got to spend the Saturday with the other villagers.

A while ago, Jordan and I couldn't bear being apart from each other even the slightest. We had a good conversation about the village, some even surprised me. When we would walk together, we couldn't help but smile and glance at each other occasionally and each time he did so, I found it hard to fight the craving for his eyes and attention.

He did what he promised. He took me to the beautiful sights of the island and introduced me to the other villagers.

The clock just ticked to five and now under the cold shower, I begin to think how my perception of Jordan greatly changed in just a short span.

I wash my hair, the cold water running down my naked body. Jordan is just outside of the bathroom and I can seduce him if I want to, and right now, I'm sure it's the only thing I badly want to do. I want him and that's something I would not deny.

As if my prayers are answered, I hear the door opening. I smile. I can barely contain my excitement.

Soon enough I can sense him walking in the shower behind me. I pretend to have not noticed him, all the while I'm grinning like an idiot.

“I’m sorry but you walked into the wrong bathroom,” I say softly.

“Did I?” His warm and masculine voice brings shivers down my spine.

He press himself against me and I can feel him hardening against my ass. I feel his hand cup my waist, turning me slowly to face him.

“I thought those discarded bikinis served as a direction.” His hands wanders all over my body, exploring what he wanted to explore all along.

“You really are smart, Crown. You know hunger when you see one.” I wrap my hands around his neck. His hand feels warm and wet at the same time, gliding across my breast, slowly cupping them.

“Game recognizes game, woman,” Jordan answers.

Atlast, our lips meet again and the second they do, I feel the memory last night rushing in my mind. It was exactly like this. The only difference now is I don't have to hold back.

He plays with my breast, his fingers making small circles around my nipples, hardening in his touch. I feel the warmth deep within me exploding, running all over my body and I start losing my senses and heighten the others.

His lips glide down to my neck and I tilt my head for his convenience. And all the while this is happening, he continues massaging my breast and rubbing the tip of his erection against my stomach. I want him just as much as he wants me, and I am more willing to offer my body completely to him.

“You've been teasing me the whole afternoon,” he whispers.

“I'll make sure you'll pay.”

His mouth comes down to my breast and begins to lick my sensitive nipples, causing shivers running down to my core.

I thread my fingers through his hair, stroking his handsome head, offering myself to him, to the need and desire that engulfed both of us like a dark paint in an empty canvas.

“And I am willing to pay, Crown.” I kiss his forehead. He teases my nipples with the tip of his tongue, then takes one between his lips and sucks it lazily. I moan, each movement of his lips and his hands not failing to bring pleasure to my senses.

“I don't think I can wait any longer, Jordan,” I moan, biting my lips in this overwhelming pleasure this beautiful ritual we're having.

“Don’t worry, woman.” He pulls himself just enough to breathe.

“I won’t make you wait.”

He turns me around abruptly. I arch my spine, deliberately popping my ass and offering it to him. Shit! This is bad. The other side of me I've been keeping in my closet is about to get out. I knew all along he'll easily tempt my dirty side to come and now it actually did because by now, I basically want to be his sex slave.

I gasp when I feel his fingers touch my dampness. He must be making sure it's wet enough for him to enter.

I feel the tip of his huge, hot, hard and veiny erection rubbing against my clitoris. My eyes roll back to its socket and I bite my lips. Shit! Jordan Crown really does know what he's doing. He kiss the back of my ears once more and I shut my eyes tight.

“Now, Jordan,” I whisper softly. Now Jordan. Relieve this agony for both of us.

“Now…please.”

“Your wish is my command.” With one quick, sharp movement, he is inside me. I let out a muffled cry, and he silenced me with his lips. He grabs my neck, pulling my arched body closer to him while he begins to move. His cock feels so hot and hard and it almost reaches all the way to my womb. He must have successfully made me really wet because he's easily inserting his cock in and out of my craving vagina. I begin to lose control of myself as he begins to thrust quicker.

“J…Jordan,” I mutter intermittently, unable to speak well from the pleasure.

A minute later, he begins to move quicker and harder and I can feel my soul leaving my body.

This is the most beautiful thing to ever happen to me on this island and I regret nothing of coming here with Jordan.

He thrusts quicker and deeper and I can feel his erection throbbing, his entire body shuddering violently.

He inserts me like how I want to be inserted. He knows all my sensitive spots the second he touches me, and with that knowledge and experiences, he brings us together in a sharp orgasm at the same time, taking me to the peak of ecstasy.

How long had it been since a man made me feel like this?