Chapter 17

DORIAN'S POV****

I had to take some calls before coming to the beach. When I got there Isabel called me saying Amara needed help with the sunscreen. She handed it to me and left. Amara felt uncomfortable but I insisted on helping her.

I didn't expect myself to get turned on. I paused at her ass but couldn't hold myself back so I massaged, I felt her stiffen beneath me but I continued.

She turned abruptly, laying on her back. Which caught me off guard. I worried that I might have offended her. But the look in her eyes said otherwise, and the relief in face when she saw the look in my eyes turned me even more on. The things I wanted to do to her right there but it wasn't proper.

She took my arms and placed it on her belly, I understood she wanted me to continue. So I applied more sunscreen and massaged. She bit her lip. I teased her breasts, wanting to push her to her limit, to test her restraint. 

I pushed her legs apart, her chest rose and fell. She asked what I intended to do but I was only applying sunscreen on her. I went higher, close to her pussy then she moaned my name. That pushed me to my limit. But I held myself back as hard as I could. But I wanted to satisfy her needy self. I rubbed and pinched her nipple. She moaned, closing her eyes. Just as I was about to go satisfy her wet pussy, Isabel came.

We went back to the house. I didn't understand what we did. I knew I shouldn't have done that. Not that I regretted it. Hell, I wanted to do more. It just wasn't the right place or time. I wasn't used to this feeling. I was getting attached to her, to her presence. It's all so new to me. I needed time to figure out this feeling.

I didn't want to eat dinner, but I just had to force myself to. For her. What I didn't know was that she wanted to have a conversation about the moment.

“Hi,” she said.

That caught me completely off guard. I wasn't ready to talk, so I decided to ignore her and play dumb. I told her we were leaving that night but Dad and Isabel convinced me otherwise so I gave in to their request. No that I couldn't stand on my decision. But they are my family. I thought about leaving but I couldn't abandon Isabel.

So I went upstairs to gather my thoughts. I picked up my phone and called my secretary. 

“Hello, sir,”

“Hi,” I greeted back. “About the meeting in Paris I said you should cancel, call them back and reschedule. I changed my mind.”

“Okay, sir.” 

“Sir,” she continued. “The hospital called me this evening, they said Mrs Anna Harpers suffered a cardiac episode. I tried calling you but you didn't pick up.”

That got me worried. 

“So how's she now?” I tried to stable my voice.

“She's fine. At least for now. But her condition is deteriorating.”

“Have them take her to the best VIP suite they have and provide her with the best doctor and nurse,” I paused. “We'll be taking care of the bill from now on.”

“Right away, sir.”

“Don't leave any contact, or identification.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Have a good night,” I said.

“Rest well, sir.”

I hung up.

I couldn't help but worry about Amara when she hears what happened to her mother. I felt the urge to go be with her. But reconsidered, Amara is stubborn and closed. She wouldn't want me, a stranger, to knowimg about her private life. So I stayed back.

The next morning, I heard Isabel calling Amara from the door but she wouldn't answer. She got worried and kept banging on the door. I suggested that she might be taking a shower but Isabel declined saying she had a bad feeling. I tried breaking down the door, Isabel suggested I used a spare key which she brought.

We found her laying on the bed. I tried to wake her, I shooked her carefully but she wouldn't wake. Then she squirmed, squinted her eyes trying to make out faces. I called her quietly, caressing her face gently.

“Isabel, wake up, are you okay?” I asked.

“Dorian,” she whispered, like she didn't believe I was there. “Oh, now I'm seeing things, you left me hanging yesterday. You ignored me like I was nothing.” 

I was confused at first then I remembered the beach. She kept rambling until Isabel started laughing hard which jolted her awake. The look on her face told me she thought she was dreaming. She looked embarrassed. After a while, Isabel left.

I stayed, staring at her swollen eyes. She cried all night. It was no doubt about her mother and from what she just said, I contributed to the tears. I felt bad and hurt. I couldn't believe I made her cry.

She looked away from me. I wanted to hold her, to assure her but the words wouldn't come out. Instead I told her we'd be leaving this morning. I turned and left.

Few hours later, she came down to the car, said her goodbyes and we drove off. She wouldn't speak in the car. She always tried to make conversations. But she didn't this time. So I tried, I told her that I'd be leaving for Paris for a meeting which would last a week but she didn't reply me or even looked at me. My chest tightened. I hurt her so bad.

We finally reached her house. I didn't unlock the doors which made her to look at me, for the first time today. It made me happy. 

“I wasn't a mistake,” I said. “ I don't regret it.”

She was stunned. Then I unlocked the door, she picked her things and left.

I hoped I eased her pain a bit.