I Want Her

Sean's Pov

I woke up and left the room, intending to go downstairs to get some water; before going downstairs, I glanced at Arabella's room. "Is she awake yet?" I muttered, looking at the room door, then walked away.

I poured mineral water into a glass, gulping it down until my dry throat felt relieved. My eyes moved to look around the still, quiet house, but I found the front door open. "Has anyone come this early?" I walked towards the door, setting the glass on the table.

As soon as I reached the doorway, I was startled. I thought the door was open because Emi had just arrived, but instead, someone was standing on the front porch with a wide-eyed look that was more refreshing than the coffee I was currently sipping. "She's awake," I murmured as I gazed at Arabella's presence in the garden.

I leaned against the door frame, looking at Arabella standing up while staring at the morning sky. Arabella's appearance from the side could make me see her. I unconsciously kept watching her, starting to gulp because of her seductive appearance in the morning.

"Is she too innocent or what?"

I wondered to myself, as I couldn't take my eyes off her, who was only wearing tight underwear that made her chest clearly outlined with shorts that exposed her smooth thighs. She only layered it with a thin cardigan that was very distracting and didn't serve to cover anything.

I shook my head. Either Arabella is someone who doesn't learn from experience, or she doesn't know about such things at all. Despite seeing me having sex in front of her after not seeing each other for so long, she still casually wanders around in an adult men's home with her clothes, almost perfectly exposing all her curves. Someone should tell her that every man is dangerous, even the ones with baby faces.

"What are you doing, Bella?" I approached her.

As I stood beside her, she looked stunned, her shoulders shaking as her face turned towards me. I saw that her face was flushed because the morning temperature was quite cold. Her face looked sweet, with her big eyes wide open, looking at me.

She looked up at me with those clear eyes. Every time I looked at her eyes, I strangely felt a vibration of something inside me.

"It's cozy here because of the beautiful scenery. The coffee tastes a little different." She looked down and stared at the coffee in her cup happily.

Is she really that simple?

This was the first time I'd seen someone happy just because of a cup of coffee and the atmosphere of the place. I suspected that Dallas had depressed her to the point that she took such a small thing as happiness for her.

I looked at her closely. Arabella was so new to me that I was interested to see the look on her face.

"You know there are more beautiful places around here than this." The beach is only a few miles away from where I live. Even if you go upstairs and stand on the balcony, you can see the beach. "If you want, I have some free time to take you there."

Her forehead furrowed slightly. Then, her eyeballs moved up slightly and slowly moved. She seemed to be thinking about my words quite seriously.

"Dallas said that you shouldn't feel pressured, so while you're here, it's best to enjoy the atmosphere and have fun." I persuaded her, thinking she would refuse.

"Well, it looks like it will be fun." She looked enthusiastic, which was the response I was waiting for on that face. She moved and stood right in front of me with her eyes seemingly twinkling at me. "Can we go after breakfast?"

The smile on the corner of my lips was irresistible, appearing faintly at his reaction. "Sure, we can go after breakfast later."

After breakfast, Arabella hurried back to her room. She said she wanted her cell phone, which she left in the room. So I told her that I would wait for her out front.

"Morning, sir." I turned my head at the voice and saw Emi walking towards me.

"Morning, Emi has a guest staying at the house today for the next few months." Emi stopped her steps and didn't go straight into the house. "Her name is Arabella. She's my friend's sister. I want you to prepare her needs and make her comfortable."

Emi nodded slowly. "Yes, sir. I will do so." After saying that, Emi resumed her steps and entered the house.

I started the Mini Cooper that I would be driving to take her around, as I thought leaving the roof open would give her the freedom to breathe in the fresh air of this place to her heart's content. It wasn't long before Arabella came out. As our eyes met, I signaled for her to come up.

She obeyed immediately and sat in her place quietly. I glanced at her. "Are you ready?"

"Yes." She replied with vigor and enthusiasm, absolutely adorable.

I maneuvered my vehicle out of the mansion, turned the corner, and headed towards the road that revealed a beach view stretched as far as the eye could see. Arabella, gazing at it cheerfully. Her hair flying in the wind makes the beach view a little less appealing to me.

In about 5 minutes, we arrived, and as soon as I stopped the Cooper I was carrying, Arabella came out with slow movements while her eyes stared fixedly at the beach. "It's more beautiful in person." I heard her mutter a little and then walk and start towards the shore. She smiled happily, taking off her shoes and touching the wet sand enthusiastically. She scampered away from me towards the shoreline.

Seeing her, I couldn't help but smile and feel amused. I followed Arabella, who I now saw running barefoot. "You like the beach?" I followed her footsteps.

Arabella kept walking enthusiastically as she glanced at me with a happy face. "Maybe." She gave an ambiguous answer as she watched her footsteps that left footprints along the wet sand she walked on, and then she looked back at me while tucking her hair that was covering her face because of the wind. As she did so, I wanted to touch her and tuck the hair behind her ear. "This is my first time coming to the beach."

I was stunned, looking at her in confusion. "You're 21, Arabella. What have you been doing all this time?" I was increasingly curious about what kind of life this girl was living.

I saw her smile sadly. There was an impression on her face. "Dallas doesn't allow me to go to the beach with my friends. Since my parents are gone, he's forbidden me from many things."

I remember Dallas was only 17 years old, and Arabella was 13. They were both teenagers when their parents died, and that day, Dallas was messed up. Dallas seemed to have lost the pillars of his life, and their passing shook him up.

He lifted his face to stare at the shoreline. "My movements were limited because Dallas was so controlling. He asked me to obey him because he thought it was best for me. But somehow, I don't feel that his choices are the best for my life." She played with her feet on the splashing beach water. "I feel like I have no choice in my own life."

I looked at the girl with pity. Dallas shouldn't have made Arabella feel that way, and I understood that his goal was to protect her, but this way, he was making her feel difficult.

"Dallas is like that," I admitted.

Arabella gave a slight nod. "Yes. Maybe because I'm the only family he has, Dallas is protective of me." I kept her quiet for a while.

She didn't understand the feelings of a big brother for his little sister, but she could comfort her a little. "Currently, Dallas isn't watching you, so you can do what you want." I glanced at him with a faint smile that I rarely showed anyone. "Tell me where you want to go, and I'll accompany you."

Arabella looked at me with her eyes that looked eager. "Maybe you'll mention it to Dallas later when I decide to do something." She didn't believe me.

I laughed at her mocking remark. "I'm not that kind of person," I said, staring at her intently. Then, I couldn't take my eyes off her.

I watched Arabella's face closely, looking up into those leaf-green eyes and being captivated by them. Then, down at her cheeks seemed faintly decorated with freckles but made the face even more beautiful, and her lips. My eyes could never move from her thick lips, sensually similar to Jolie's.

"Oh, Bella!" I moved quickly, trying to lift her, who suddenly crouched down to get away, as I realized a vast wave was sweeping towards us, but it was too late. The wave on the shoreline had already crashed into us, so we were both wet, and I, who failed to pick her up, hugged her.

I released my embrace on her and looked into her eyes. "What are you doing?"

"I dodged too late," she said after being hit by a wave that left her soaked.

I quickly got up and checked on her. "You shouldn't be squatting on the shoreline." I helped her up.

Just as she got up, I realized something extraordinary was visible. Now, her clothes seemed exposed due to the water soaking her clothes.

"I saw a very pretty seashell," she said, explaining her reason for squatting there. Still, the girl looked casual and innocently waved the front of the undershirt she was wearing right in front of me, revealing the bra she was wearing and her cleavage.

I turned my face away from her before my instincts again controlled me. "It's not only her brother who likes to torment me, his sister is no different."