Hotel Paradise, Hawaii.
Presidential Suite
The sunlight streamed through the window as the white curtains swayed in the cool breeze, accompanied by the distant sound of crashing waves. Emma stirred and reached out to find the sheet to pull it over herself, feeling a chill. But she didn't find the sheet. Instead, her fingers encountered the bare back of someone lying next to her, still asleep with their mouth slightly open. She slowly withdrew her hand, opened one eye to glance, and then opened the other. She swallowed hard, "Who is this?" Images from the previous night quickly flashed through her mind. She closed her eyes and squeezed them tightly shut, the memory awakening the heat that had ignited with the German man last night. She denied it to herself, "How is it possible to feel this way about a stranger she had known for only a few hours?" It was as if a sexual appetite she didn't even know existed had awakened for the first time.
"Good morning, lioness," the deep, sleepy, and sexy voice of the man next to her sent shivers down her spine. She shifted to face him and propped herself up on one elbow, brushing hair off his forehead and then caressing his cheek.
"Good morning, stranger," she replied, and he smiled widely, revealing his perfect teeth.
"Do you want to join me in the shower before we say goodbye forever?" Emma squeezed her thighs together, feeling a tingling sensation in that intimate and well-groomed area. "Traitor," she thought. She bit her lip and nodded, determined to finish this casual and unexpected encounter with the German man.
"Okay," she leaned in toward him and planted a kiss on the tip of his nose. She hadn't realized that she had been holding her breath. As he got up, his round and well-toned backside came into view. Her eyes widened at the magnificent sight. It was the second time she had seen a man's buttocks—the first being Jamie's during their five-year relationship. The man disappeared into the bathroom, and then she heard the sound of water running. Emma got up and clutched the sheet to cover her nakedness. She looked out at the majestic view from her room and remembered what she didn't want to: her ex-fiancé's infidelity. She closed her eyes and shook her head, refusing to let it ruin her trip with what had happened. If she couldn't cry, was it because there weren't deep feelings involved? So she decided to carry on with her journey. Her fingers loosened their grip on the sheet covering her, and it fell to the floor. She smiled.
"Someone is waiting for me in the shower," she whispered to herself, looking at her reflection in the window glass. When she entered the bathroom, the scene before her was breathtaking—the German man's body was extraordinarily beautiful. Emma took a deep breath, feeling as if she were lacking air, and he turned when he felt her gaze.
"I'm waiting for you," he said, and Emma smiled and nodded, walking toward him until she stood under the large waterfall of water. She felt the warm water soak her as she opened her eyes, and he was gazing at her, mesmerized. He didn't dare touch her until she did, as she had made clear just hours ago. And so she did—Emma shed any remaining inhibitions and decided to continue enjoying what was happening with the German man.
Her back against the tile, her legs wrapped around his waist as he thrust inside her, she had never enjoyed sex as much as she was at that moment, and the preceding hours. Hearing the woman abandon herself and succumb to passion was exhilarating for him. The moans, the gasps, and occasionally his
grunts before reaching climax filled the bathroom, the room, the terrace, and the closet. When they finally climaxed together on the rug at the foot of the bed, someone abruptly interrupted their sexual bubble.
It was his phone. He managed to get up, his legs trembling, and answered it, threatening to throw it as he did.
"Tell me," he heard his friend on the other end of the line. It seemed like the vacation was over for him. "Alright. I'm coming right now, thanks," he said before hanging up. He looked at the naked woman lying on the rug, trying to steady her breath after orgasm number... She had lost count. The German man was insatiable, and now he was discovering that she was too. As he looked at the man, she furrowed her brow.
"What's wrong? —He was about to say something when she spoke to prevent it— I know, I know we won't exchange names, nothing at all, this is something that won't happen again. But based on your expression, I thought something bad might have happened.
"It's bad" She raised her eyebrows and sat down "I have to leave. Much to my regret, because what happened here is unique, and I don't want it to end. But I have to go. —Emma nodded, understanding perfectly what he said. He bit his lip, he didn't really want to leave, but he had to do it now. He got up and leaned towards her, surprising her by lifting her up with a quick movement, he laid her down on the bed and passionately kissed her one last time. He went to change and when he was alone in the closet, he looked at the neatly arranged suitcase beneath the hanging clothes and raised an eyebrow when he noticed it was organized by colors. "Wow," he thought, surprised. He reached for the suitcase and looked at the airport tag, and there it was, her first name and where she came from. He furrowed his brow when he saw “New York” and felt his heart race, but he denied it. Perhaps she was just looking for an adventure. Just as he was about to venture into finding out more, he realized something—she wasn't alone. So he finished getting dressed, and when he came out, she was wrapped in a silk robe with her name on it, just like the one he saw with the name “Jamie” and “Just Married” on it. He sighed. Why had he believed that this time, fate was playing on his side?
"I'm leaving," he said. He didn't understand why he felt a pang inside. “Was it because he was leaving when he wanted to stay, or because she was a newlywed seeking adventure on her honeymoon?"
"Alright, I'll walk you to the door...—Emma said, trying to buy some time to figure out why he was leaving, "I hope everything is okay. "When they reached the door, he looked at her.
"Everything is perfect. I hope you had fun, taking the first man who bought you a drink to seduce him and take him to bed." Emma raised her eyebrows in surprise at his words. What was wrong with this guy?
"Okay..." She didn't know immediately what to say. He became even more upset by her audacity, turned around, and left. Emma furrowed her brow and closed the door to the room. She adjusted her silk robe and pondered his words. "Well, he knew what he was getting into when he agreed to get on that elevator. "She let out a long sigh and looked around. "Come on, the honeymoon isn't over yet, Emma."
Max paced back and forth while waiting to board the plane. Four friends watched him, starting to get nervous."What are you going to do?" Alex asked, absentmindedly biting his thumbnail while keeping his eyes on Max, who continued walking."I don't know. Coming to Hawaii to pretend I know nothing, I think it was a mistake. I should be there and confront them," Gus replied, shaking his head."Don't tell me coming and getting out of the hell you were in was a mistake. We're your friends, and at least you had some fun, right?" Max stopped walking and smiled weakly, looking at his four friends: Gustavo and Alejandro, both Americans, Viktor and Sasha, Germans who came to work with him from Berlin."Of course, he's had fun shamelessly!" They all burst into laughter, seeing their friend blush and give himself away."Shut up, you jerk," they laughed even louder in that private boarding lounge."I want to know," said the tall, well-built, elegant man, crossing one leg over his knee and leaning
Sunday afternoon rolled around, and Emma was busy packing her clothes into her suitcase, making all the necessary preparations to depart for the airport in just an hour. Her destination: New York. Although she still had one more week remaining in the current location, she felt that it was sufficient. She had achieved a beautiful tan and enjoyed ample rest, and now she was eager to return and move forward with her life. The thought of selling her apartment and using her savings to purchase a fresh new one had crossed her mind. Likewise, she contemplated selling her car and acquiring a different one, longing for everything to be new and untouched by Jamie… or her secret lover.****The following hours felt eternal for her. She thought about all the work that awaited her on Monday, and just thinking about it relaxed her. Emma was addicted to work; focusing her mind on something productive and rewarding was something many wouldn't understand. As she glanced out the window, she saw the dist
Days later...Emma finally completed the purchase of her new apartment. She had used her savings to furnish it to her liking, since everything she had in her old apartment was sold along with it. She looked out of the window in her new living room, and the view was breathtaking. She crossed her arms and admired the Statue of Liberty in the distance as the incoming light bathed the entire space."Finally, a fresh start," she said after adjusting the photo frame next to the state-of-the-art, built-in television. The photo captured her graduation from university, standing alone with a serious expression she often wore in pictures. She smiled and then sighed. Her phone rang in the nearby bedroom. When she picked it up, she saw an unknown number on the screen. She squinted, thinking it could be Jamie, as she had blocked all unknown numbers, but this was a new one. "Do I have to change my number?" The unknown number persisted, so she answered, "Hello?""Can you stop blocking me? I've been t
Emma looked at her mother lying in bed, her smile, and the sparkle in her eyes reminded her of the past, everything she had done to avoid her at all costs, but apparently, it was all in vain. She was here. Seeking money. And perhaps something more."How are you feeling?" Emma asked, approaching the foot of the bed. Her daughter's cold reception only made her mother smile even more."I'm fine. This hospital is a dump, but I'm fine. Why did it take you so long to come for me?" her mother asked. Emma tensed up and shook her head slowly."Come for you? First of all, what do you want? We can settle it right now. There's no need for you to come with me. Tell me, and we can go our separate ways.""Well, I just want a few thousand dollars to get by in the city for a while. And don't come up with small amounts. I know you earn quite well," her mother replied. "Because I work," Emma retorted. "That's why I am where I am, why I strive not to go hungry or suffer from all those shortcomings. Have
Emma looked at herself in the new mirror she had acquired at a prestigious furniture and decor store. She noticed how little tanned she was and scolded herself for not enjoying the sun at the beach a bit more. Then she closed her eyes and smiled weakly, remembering that tall, muscular body with a German accent, full lips that had kissed every corner of her body. She let out a long, heavy sigh. "Who would have imagined that Emma Spencer would do something so crazy in her life?" She admitted to herself that she had never had so many orgasms in her sexual life as she had with Jamie during those few hours they were together. When she opened her eyes, she cleared her throat and touched her cheeks, which had turned a deep pink color, recalling how good that night with the German had been. It was impossible to have something like that again in her life. After that, she would never enter into a relationship for anything in the world. The experience with Jamie had left her with no desire to ha
In front of a beautiful house, within the most luxurious grounds, Max sat in his car with his fiancée, Irina. She kept talking about wedding matters, while his fingers impatiently tapped on his leg. He tried to show interest, but she was quickly wearing out whatever patience he had left."Shameless cheater," he thought to himself."I don't want to ruin the moment, dear, but I need to leave," he said. Irina raised an eyebrow and gave him an irritating look. She crossed her arms, accentuating her daring cleavage."We need to finalize the details of our wedding, darling," Irina responded. Max discreetly took a deep breath and sighed through his teeth. Then he put on a big fake smile."I know, but remember that with the merger of the companies, I'll have more work. Right now, I'm losing money discussing a topic where, in the end, it's always going to be what YOU want, not me. You know why?""Because I'm the best, and because I love you," Irina replied with a triumphant smile. Max had been
"...And you're the only one missing..." her boss's words echoed in her head. How could she escape? How was it possible that the German man was an employee in the same company? Was this some kind of revenge from her past life? Karma, perhaps? "Impossible." She hadn't done anything wrong to deserve the universe collecting a debt from her."I'll be there in a moment. I don't feel well," Emma said honestly. Her stomach had tightened from what she had seen."Really? Do you want me to take you to the hospital?" Emma shook her head as if she had come face to face with something."It's just that I must have eaten something that didn't agree with me. I just feel a bit nauseous.""But you haven't had lunch, so what would you vomit, dear? Are you sure...?" Her boss paused her words."What?" Emma asked, alarmed."Are you pregnant?" her boss asked. Emma widened her eyes and quickly denied it."No, no, no, no. Of course not. Impossible." Emma had always been careful. Always. It was impossible for h
Max was left alone in the apartment, feeling a mix of relief and frustration. He had managed to make Irina leave, at least for now, but the situation was far from resolved. Their relationship was crumbling, and Max knew that it was time to face the truth.He walked through the empty rooms, each one a reminder of their shattered dreams. The apartment that was meant to be their temporary getaway now symbolized the disintegration of their future together. Max couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness for the life they had once imagined—a home with a garden, a grill area, a pool, a spacious kitchen, an entertainment room, and a view of a lake, with plenty of rooms for their future children. A place where family could thrive.It was one of their dreams as a married couple, although Irina had always preferred a penthouse in a famous and expensive building with a view of the Statue of Liberty. Max had been confident that he could convince her to embrace a quieter life outside the bustling cit