CHAPTER ELEVEN

AMARA'S POV****

I woke up quite early even though I was unable to sleep. I kept thinking about the incident at the restaurant and going to see his family today.

I couldn't figure out what to wear, I was conscious of how I should look. I finally chose a pink backless dress with straps around my neck and a black sandals. I tied my hair in a messy bun. Then a light make-up.

I heard the horn of a car. Then my phone buzzed.

I'm in front of your door. Take your time. 

That's a first. He's usually late. I quickly put on lipgloss, grabbed my bag and headed to the door. I stood at the door for a good five minutes. My heart kept beating fast. “It's just Dorian. He doesn't care about how you look. Just breathe.” I assured myself. 

Then I opened the door.

He was leaning against his car. On call.He looked good. He wore a black shirt which he didn't thoroughly buttoned. Leaving his toned chest peaking through. Blue jeans. His hair was slightly ruffled. He looked hot.

I walked closer, trying not to falter my steps. He turned to my direction, he saw me and stopped talking on the phone. He stared at me, looking me from head to toe. His jaw tightened.

“Why is he staring at me like that? Oh my god, I think I got something on my face. I probably don't look good. I shouldn't have worn this dress,” I whispered to myself, panicking. But I composed myself.

“I'll call you back,” he said to the phone, then ended the call.

“Hi,” I said.

He didn't answer.

“Did I get something on my face? Did I underdress? you said casual, so I settled for this.”

He seemed lost. 

“Mr Wellington.” I almost shouted.

“Get in the car, we're late” he said.

The hell? What's wrong with him?

I walked to the door.

“Wait,’’ 

He stepped closer and opened the door for me.

That's weird. Very weird. 

“So… where exactly are we going?” I asked.

“My private island.” 

Of course he had one.

“Ummm… I saw you at the restaurant. I mean we saw each other at the restaurant,” I wanted to know why he left or what expression I saw on his face. I wanted to be sure.

He nodded.

“You were with a guy who I assumed should be your friend. Since I've seen you both once.”

“He's like a brother.”

“Yeah.” 

I decided to keep shut. I'm probably disturbing him. I rolled down the window, admiring nature, letting the breeze cool my skin.

We finally arrived. Apparently, Isabel was already waiting outside for us. She waved at us when she saw the car. Waving like she'd won something. I couldn't help but laugh. I was happy.

We came to a stop. She hurriedly came to the side of my car. The moment I stepped out, she dramatically jumped on me.

“Amara,” she said, excitedly. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too. I think we're going to fall if you don't get down.” I said.

“Oh, yeah. Sorry,” we both laughed.

“Hi, Dorian. Didn't see you there.”

“Hello Isabel,” He smiled, hugging her.

“Well, come in. Dad's waiting,” she held my hands.

“This place is beautiful,” I said to her.

“It is.”

After lunch, we talked. Laughed. I like his family. I like it here. It's peaceful. I fear I'm getting too comfortable. 

“Well, go change. We're going to the beach.”

“Umm I didn't bring beach wear.”

“Come with me.” We went upstairs to her room and wow, her closet was insane.

“Do you live here?” 

“No. We visit once in a while.” 

“There are just so many clothes in there.”

“I like to be prepared.”

She handed me a red bikini and left.

I changed quickly, letting my hair fall loose.

When I came back down—

“Ready?” She asked. “Yeah,” 

We went to the beach. We played in the sea, splashing water on ourselves. Mr Marcus stayed under the sun umbrella, watching us. I couldn't help but look around for Dorian. He wasn't with us. He probably stayed back.

“You can't go a minute with Dorian, huh?” She teased.

My face turned red. I was blushing.What's wrong with me?

“Where is he?” I asked.

“He's working. Said he had to make some calls. He'll be here.”

I nodded.

“Isabel, can you help me with sunscreen? I asked. “My back. I think I'm getting sunburned.”

“Sure– oh. Speak of the Devil. Dorian.”

I turned to see him. He only waved, going to meet his father.

“Dorian, come over here. Amara needs your help,” she shouted. “I need to sit.”

What. No. Isabel is impossible. Dorian came over.

She handed him the sunscreen.

“Amara, you can lie down on the chair. So he can massage the cream on your body.” She winked and left, “See ya.”

This was awkward.

“You don't have to, I can do it myself.” I said.

“Lie down.”

I laid on my belly. His hands were cold. He messaged my back. He was slow and deliberate.

“Can I…?” he trailed off. I didn't know what he was asking but I nodded. I want his hands glued on me. My pulse quickened. I didn't want him to leave.

He grabbed a handful of my ass, massaging gently. This is too much. Too intimate. These emotions—

“Are you good?” He asked.

I nodded. I couldn't form words.

He kept rubbing and massaging. He moved to my legs. I almost cried. I need his hands back there.

I turned, lying on my back.

I looked at him. His eyes darkened. The tension between us was palpable.

I guided his hands myself this time. He understood my request and continued.