- Alina -
The sheets felt warmer, more comforting. I let my hand slide up the ridges of muscle and skin.
It was too comfortable for me to even think about who I was in bed with.
"I'm starting to think you planned to have me in your bed," I heard Kieran's voice through my mild slumber and I peeked up at him.
It was pitch black, only the moonlight giving the room a quiet glow.
It read about 3:20 am from the clock on the wall.
I could see the outline of him next to me and I reached out to brush his cheek, "Maybe I did, that's why I wore the bikini."
He chuckled and his arm around my waist pulled me closer, "I did enjoy stripping you out of it."
A smirk appeared on my lips and I kissed the hickey that I planted on his neck from our intense activity just a few hours ago.
"I doubt that's the best part of your evening," my hand made contact with his already hard length and a low growl emanated from his chest.
"You're breaking down my barriers Alina," he whispered dangerously and I could see the darkness in his eyes. They would envelop me and pull me in to sink with no hope of escaping.
But did it matter?
When I came up from the pool, I only had one thought. To lose myself and forget who I was for the rest of the week.
That is, if Kieran can keep to his side of the deal and stop prying into my private life.
"You give me too much credit Kieran. I'm sure you can keep to your side of the agreement and still let your wild side come through," I pushed myself up to straddle him while I gripped his cock in my hand.
He groaned under my touch and he grabbed my breasts roughly in his huge hands, as if getting a grip on his sanity.
I stroked his cock at an agonisingly slow speed and he bucked his hips, making me fall forward onto his chest. He ravaged my lips the moment we made contact and I felt the tip of his member press into my slick folds.
Fucking hell was I that wet already?
He almost seemed to read my mind as he smirked, "Just so you know, I love the way your body responds to me."
I kissed him hard, knowing my face was flaming red at his confession, "Just fuck me already."
He didn't need to be told twice, he pulled out a condom and sheathed his cock before sliding into me to the hilt. A sense of euphoria invaded my body.
He felt so fucking good.
He sucked my left breast in his mouth and massaged my other with his skilful hands. I lifted my hips and sunk back down on him, eliciting a moan from both of us.
I rode him harder, faster, his eyes focused on mine as he thrust his length into me, matching my rhythm.
Every bit of control I had slipped through my fingers the moment my walls tightened around his member and a satisfying release sent me over the edge.
Kieran pried my hands off his chest and I realised there were red marks from where I scratched him.
"Oh my God I'm so sorry-" I paused when he kissed each of my fingers tenderly, then the palm of my hand.
He flipped us around, his body hovering over me with his arms caging me to the bed, "Don't be, I'm not done with you yet."
Anticipation trickled up my spine and the spot between my legs pooled with warmth.
Fake husband or not, he was a damn good lover.
He brought his fingers down to my clit, flicking slow circles around it. Torturing me to the pits of a pleasurable hell.
My animalistic moans were muffled by the strength and control of his lips, his tongue tasting my cavern as his digits went inside me and took me to a new high.
Before I came crashing down, he slipped out of me, positioned his long throbbing length at my entrance and drove in with insane piled up lust and passion.
He pounded into me with fast and deep strokes. With a final push, he pressed his lips to mine, our satisfied moans filling the room with our release.
He pulled away, a smug smirk on his face as he brushed my fringe away from my face, "Did I exceed your expectations?"
Any hotter in the room and I'll combust into flames, "My expectations weren't set very high."
He laughed and pecked my forehead, pushing his body off and laying next to me. He got rid of the filled condom and pulled the sheets to cover our naked bodies, an arm wrapped around my waist.
He then kissed the tip of my nose, "Goodnight my darling."
My heart thudded unsteadily and I tucked my head under his chin to hide my emotional turmoil, "Goodnight Kieran."
- Kieran -
I never go for seconds.
Keyword here is never.
Whatever happened last night shouldn't have.
But it did anyway. Even if I had the sanity and control over myself, I don't think I would've stopped it from going down.
The odd thing was, I didn't regret it. Not one bit.
Waking up to an angel next to me, her brown hair splayed out behind her head and her soft after-sex body almost glowing with the sunrise.
Beautiful couldn't even begin to describe her charm.
So I did something that was incredibly dumb.
I made breakfast in bed.
From the looks of it, Alina was biding her time. To enjoy a damn holiday. And last night was one of her first missions assigned to herself to step out of this defensive zone she created for herself.
To actually fuck me.
I felt like a tool, but it wasn't like I didn't enjoy our copulating. Besides, she was very clear about our stand. We're a fake couple for a week. That's all there is to it.
Keep telling yourself that Kieran, maybe you'll believe yourself somewhere along the week.
I stirred the eggs in the saucepan and took them off and on the stove at certain intervals so they won't overcook. I wasn't good at cooking but I did master Gordon Ramsey's renowned scrambled eggs.
I took two slices of toasted bread and plated them. I stirred the creme fraiche into the eggs and took it off the stove, separating it on each of the two plates on the countertop. A sprinkling of black pepper and chives and I was done.
I took the two plates over to the bedroom, seeing Alina just getting up. That Prince in 'Sleeping Beauty' must've felt the way I'm feeling now when his Princess awoke.
The sheets pooled at her waist, her luscious breasts round and perky as she rubbed her tired eyes.
My dick jerked and she looked up at me, subtly grabbing the blankets to cover herself, "Good morning."
My mind was blank, so I responded with a mere grunt. I didn't like that I was so affected by this lovely sight of her in the morning.
Don't get too attached or you'll be too curious for your own good.
"Someone isn't in a good mood," she muttered and wrapped the blankets around her body, grabbing my shirt off the floor. She quickly covered herself and went to the bathroom.
I placed the plates on the bed while I got out the foldable tray from the cupboard and arranged it on the bed. I carefully put one plate on each table and Alina came out from the bathroom, washed and in my shirt from yesterday.
This woman will make me implode and she wouldn't even know she was the cause.
My shirt was big for her and covered her till past her succulent butt cheeks.
"Eyes up here honey buns, just because I had sex with you doesn't mean you have a free pass to ogle," she spat out at me and I grinned, shaking my head.
I held a hand out for her to take and she did, letting me lead her back to the bed. She settled down quickly and dived in, taking a huge bite of the toast and eggs.
Was it weird that I was nervous? Did she like what I made?
She ate quietly and I couldn't tell what she was thinking until she swallowed the last of it.
"I swear the breakfasts here just get better and better every day," she commented and I smiled like an idiot.
"That's good to know."
She looked at me and pointed to the empty plate then back at me, "You made this didn't you?"
I shrugged and bit into my toast, hell it was really good.
She remained silent for a long while and I resisted the urge to ask her what was wrong. I finished off my food and cleared the plates, "Keep the trays will you darling?"
She barely nodded and went to store them away.
I placed the plates in the sink and went back to the room, seeing Alina looking out the window.
"What do you want to do today my lovely wife?" I asked jokingly, hoping to ease the tension I could see weighing on her.
She bit her lip when she turned to me, "Snorkelling."
My brows rose, "Really? I didn't take you for an adventurous one."
"And I thought you knew me pretty well."
I had to clench my fists to stop myself from calling Scott, my long-time friend and business partner from our Private Investigation Agency, to search up on this girl.
I only very briefly read up about her when I dived deep into Connor's case with the gangs. She was an heiress to a major international bank and her father was going to retire soon. After her shenanigans at the hotel lobby, I asked Lucy to find out who Wilson was and found out he was her housekeeper and butler. Apparently, he's been with the family for a long time as well.
But other than that, I don't really know much about her. Though I wanted to, with one text I could learn everything about her. But I didn't want to break the agreement we were having.
"I'll get Lucy to make an appointment with the snorkelling instructor," I replied.
"No need, I arranged one yesterday."
"At the pool, there was a hunk there and he chatted me up. Found out he did snorkelling sessions here and thought it would be fun."
There was an odd acidic feeling building in my chest, "You thought snorkelling or him was fun?"
She puffed her cheeks, "Both I guess, he didn't believe me when I told him I was married and here on honeymoon. Kinda cute how he thought I was playing hard to get."
Her forehead creased, "I'm sorry?"
"Were you playing hard to get?"
"I wasn't, I told you honey we'll play it out with this arrangement until we leave. It's not like I need any more drama in my life."
"But you agreed to go snorkelling anyway."
"I would've signed up for a session today if he didn't offer to."
I walked up to her and took her hand, "I can make an appointment with someone else."
"Are you jealous Kieran?"
I've never felt jealous before.
"I just don't like that you agreed to a stranger's offer."
She pulled her hand away, "Funny, it sounds vaguely familiar."
Damn this girl.
When I remained silent she continued, "I'm not cancelling on him, besides I told him my husband will come along. He was fine with it."
I straightened myself and fought against the urge to hold her, "Get changed, we'll show him what marriage looks like."
She gave me a look, "We don't know what marriage is like."
"We'll fake it then, that's what we're supposed to do anyway right?"
There was a sort of longing in her eyes before it vanished and a cold shield replaced it, "Let's test our acting abilities then."
She left to change and I ground my teeth together.
I must be one hell of an actor to actually feel so much like the character I was playing.