Our conversation was abruptly cut short when Alex appeared in front of us.

"Isabella, darling, I've been looking all over for you," Alex said as he approached us. My eyes flickered with surprise, but I quickly masked it with a smile. "Alex, this is Michael. I know you two are acquainted. We were just talking about his travels."

Alex nodded and looked at Michael with a serious gaze. I could almost imagine an invisible connection sparking between their eyes because they both seemed quite serious for reasons I couldn't fathom.

As the evening wore on, Alex's arm was draped tightly around my waist, his grip tightening subtly whenever someone tried to talk to me.

Something seemed off about Alex's demeanor. He wasn't usually like this.

Later, during a quiet moment amidst the festivities, I excused myself to the outdoor terrace, needing a moment to gather my thoughts. I gazed at the sea under the full moon. The sound of the waves crashing against the shore made my racing thoughts feel calmer. Lost in my reverie, I didn't notice Alex approaching.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" Alex's voice, soft and almost wistful, like the gentle lapping of waves, accompanied his presence as he joined me on the moonlit terrace overlooking the ocean.

I nodded, my eyes fixed on the shimmering waters. "Yes," I replied, filled with admiration for the breathtaking view.

Alex gave me a scrutinizing look, as if searching for something beneath the surface of my face. He curved a small smile. "You and Michael seemed pretty chummy earlier."

His words sounded casual, but his eyes revealed a hint of tension. I felt a twinge of nervousness as he mentioned Michael. I had forgotten that we had an audience. "We were just talking," I explained, trying to downplay the significance of our interaction. "He seems nice."

I noticed the tension in Alex's jaw and the subtle grip of his fingers around the railing. His body language spoke volumes, even though he tried to conceal it.

"Just be careful, Isabella," he said, his tone edged with something that I couldn't quite place."Not everyone has the best intentions."

Confusion painted my expression as I stared back at him. "What are you trying to say?" I asked, and my eyebrows slightly furrowed to understand what he wanted to convey.

As Alex shrugged slightly, my heartbeat quickened. He looked at me with sincerity in his eyes. "I'm just keeping an eye on you," he replied with a gentle tone.

"You mean a lot to me. No, scratch that. You are more than special," he said with a serious yet sincere tone.

His confession made my heart skip a beat, the weight of his words hanging in the air between us. Our eyes briefly met before he looked away, distracted by the buzz of his phone.

His admission made my heart skip a beat, and the weight of his words hung in the air between us. His gaze held mine for a moment before he glanced away, his attention drawn by the buzzing of his phone.

As he excused himself to answer the call, I watched him walk away, my mind swirling with emotions. There were times when he was unexpectedly kind, times when he turned cold, and now, moments when he got angry for reasons I couldn't fathom.

If he were my boyfriend, I might say he was jealous, but he wasn't. I still didn't understand him completely.

I didn't know Alex well enough to comprehend his intentions, especially when he wanted to get to know me, but his connection with his ex-wife still lingered. What was he trying to accomplish? Did he want his wife back?

Alex escorted me back to the cabin but left in a hurry, as if he were in a rush. He didn't say anything to me and seemed content with me staying here. I had met some of the people attending the reception, and they wanted me to join them for an overnight beach gathering. However, I still needed permission from Alex to go with them tonight.

I changed into comfortable attire and decided to go to Alex's cabin. I wanted to ask for his permission so he would know where I was going, and perhaps he might want to join us since he knew the people I would be with.

As I approached his cabin, I couldn't help but feel nervous, perhaps due to overeating earlier. When I reached the door, I was about to knock when I noticed it was slightly ajar, so I decided to enter, thinking he might have forgotten to close it.

I cautiously placed my feet on the cool floor and wondered why it was so dark inside Alex's cabin if the door was open. If it were open, he might be inside.

As I stepped closer to one of the room doors, I heard someone groaning, taking deep, heavy breaths, as though they were running a long distance. I froze in my tracks upon hearing the voice, thinking it might be my imagination playing tricks on me.

The heavy breathing continued, and I was sure it was coming from inside the room. Slowly, I peered into the room, my eyes widening in surprise at what I witnessed.

I tried not to make a sound, still in shock from what I saw. I could clearly see what he was doing, raising and lowering his hand on his... well, it was huge! Maybe that's why he had so many women; it was an all-in-one package!

I swallowed hard several times before deciding to take a few steps back. I tiptoed silently, trying not to make any noise. It took me several minutes to reach the front of the door, and I was about to turn the doorknob when I was startled.

A hand grabbed my waist from behind, and quickly, it covered my mouth with its large palm.

His hand, the same one that was doing... that, was now pressed against my mouth! What the heck!

My heart was pounding loudly, and it felt like it could burst out any moment. I felt the tickle of his warm breath on my neck, sending a sensation throughout my entire body. I wanted to break free, but my body wouldn't move.

We stayed like that for what felt like an eternity, and then I felt his lips on my neck, trailing up to my ear, sending shivers down my spine. "A-Alex," I managed to whisper his name, and he tightened his grip on my waist.

" A-are you drunk? Why are you like this?"

I was confused about Alex's true personality, especially since I had known him to be charming and genuine, but it seemed like I had made a mistake in getting to know him

" I blame you for making me like this. Isabella"he whispered, his voice a velvety melody that seemed to resonate with every beat of my heart. I bite my lip to endure the fire that arises inside of me.

Slowly, he turned me to face him, trapping me in his muscular arms. I couldn't move, overwhelmed by the heat radiating from his bare body. All I could see were my hands against his rock-hard chest.

I raised my gaze to meet his eyes, and there was a different intensity in his gaze, one I hadn't seen before. He held my gaze with a captivating mixture of emotions, a storm of lust and desire that sent shivers down my spine.

As seconds passed, his eyes lowered, quickening the beat of my heart. His gaze traced down my cheeks to my lips.

A sudden dryness gripped my throat, making it difficult to swallow. My lips felt suddenly sensitive, as if his gaze alone had the power to ignite a fire beneath my skin.

My own breath felt uneven, each inhaling a deliberate effort to maintain some semblance of composure. I wanted to say something, to acknowledge the electric current that pulsed between us, but words eluded me.

" You're the only one who makes me like this. I can't think clearly every time I see your lips. It's drawing me in. " he was about to kiss me but I pushed him to the extent. This is wrong and something that we should not do especially that we are not even in a relationship.

I gasped in shock and tried to speak, but my words were cut short as he kissed me. I attempted to close my mouth and push him away, but he didn't budge. His hand firmly gripped my waist, pulling me closer, and I could feel the bulge between his thighs pressing against me.

I pushed him several times, but given my small frame, it felt like I had no strength to move him. My gasps grew louder when his right hand cupped my breast, allowing him to deepen the kiss. His hot tongue explored my mouth, weakening my knees, while his hand tightened around my waist.

My brain seemed to shut down as I surrendered to the intensity of his kiss, and I couldn't help but savor the sensation. He pressed himself even closer, and I gasped as his hand moved further down, his fingers tracing the contours of my body.

He finally broke the kiss, allowing me to catch my breath. His lips trailed down my neck, igniting a trail of desire that made my whole body tingle. I wanted to say something, but as our eyes met, I found myself unable to form words. He tore off my top and discarded it on the floor, exposing my heaving chest. I blushed under his intense gaze, and he stared at me for a long moment.

And without wasting any more time, he eagerly latched onto my peaks. His tongue flicked over my nipples, driving me to the edge of pleasure. His hand continued to knead my other breast, sending shivers down my spine. I couldn't help but moan loudly, my desire growing with each passing moment.

"Alex, please," I pleaded, my voice filled with longing. He paused in his actions and kissed me gently, his touch now more tender and caring.

His hand trailed along the contour of my waist, its warmth leaving a tingling path in its wake until it reached the delicate space between my thighs. With a tantalizing slowness, his fingers began to rub, a touch that held both a promise and a teasing restraint. The fabric of my underwear served as a thin barrier, and yet the sensation was overpowering, sending electric pulses through every nerve in my body.

Even with the thin fabric between his hand and my skin, I could feel the roughness of his touch. My breath hitched as his fingers continued their deliberate exploration, the friction sending waves of pleasure through me, a subtle dance of tension and release.

With every slow, deliberate movement of his hand, I felt the coil of need tightening within me. It was a delicate torment, a sweet agony that left me yearning for more.

In that suspended moment, I found myself torn between the electrifying sensation of his touch and the ache for more. The sensation was almost unbearable, and yet I craved it with an intensity that was undeniable. I longed for the barrier to disappear, for his rough hand to breach the last remaining boundary, setting free the hunger that had been ignited within me.

As his fingers continued their sensual dance, my lips parted in a silent gasp. The friction, the longing, the heady anticipation - they all converged in a symphony of sensations that threatened to consume me entirely.

Until I feel something wanted to explode and it feels really good and I can't help to curve my own body completely.

I bite my lower lip to feel the unforgettable feeling that I want to feel again. He intensified the stroke even more until I felt the climax and I could not stop my mouth to moan louder.

I'm panting heavily as I look at Alex now lowering his head between my thighs. My eyes widen when he suddenly removed my underwear and widen my thighs property. " Argh! Alex!"

He licked the cum that exploded in my thighs while looking at my reaction.

" Stop it Alex.. " In a soft whisper.

I didn't say anything as he stood in front of me and starting to took off his boxer while I can't help but to swallowed hard when I saw his crotch.

" I will die from that " He laughed at what I said, and I just rolled my eyes. I might really die young from his club-like weapon. I wouldn't be surprised if I passed out before he even went halfway.

" It's not funn- The fuck!" I was shocked when he grabbed my thighs and moving me closer to him. I thought he will insert it but he did not. He just rub it between my breast that make my face flustered. It's too tense and rough but I try to adjust myself until I lick the top of its head. I taste a bit weird at the tip of it, it felt a bit lumpy, but I still continued.

He rashly glides it between my breast and his breath heavier than usual. His moan louder when I lick it until a slippery white exploded in my face. " Am I that slut to you? " I suddenly asked.The pleasure showed on his face immediately turned to confusion.

"What?" I sat up and wiped my face with a tissue. "You just exploded something on my face!" I exclaimed angrily at him, so he approached me and wiped my face himself.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't stop myself because you licked it. It's just too good"

After he wiped my face, he gently kissed me on the lips.

"Next time, I'll put it inside," he said with a fake grin, and I playfully bumped my forehead into his nose, causing him to wince in pain.

"You pervert! There won't be a next time!" I shouted, swiftly leaping out of the bed and picking up my underwear that had fallen to the floor along with my torn clothing.

"Ouch. Are you going to leave with your clothes ruined?"

He said as he rubbed his reddened nose. I just gave him a look and grabbed the robe from his cabinet, quickly putting it on.

"Don't ever step into my cabin again, Alex, unless you want to catch a punch," I threatened him, then marched back to my cabin.