Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 92071 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92071 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
A fiercely beautiful, staggeringly beautiful masterpiece of creation.
The most astonishing thing about his tanned face was his eyes. They were the most piercing, brilliant blue I’d ever seen. They burned like twin blue fires and I had to tear my gaze away from their awesome beauty.
He had jammed both his hands into his trouser pockets, which to my inexperienced eyes, just made him look both rebellious and so impossibly cool that none of the boys in my high school could ever compare. Saying nothing, those electric blue orbs stared at me with neither shyness nor awkwardness while I could feel my face begin to heat up and flush like crazy.
Confused and disconcerted, I turned towards my dad and tried to look normal, but it was hard to overcome my body’s reaction to how obviously attractive the young man was.
My father smiled benignly. “He’ll be staying with us temporarily until a few issues with his case are sorted. So don’t be startled if you see him lurking around.”
He was going to be staying with us!
I became even more curious about him. Even if he looked darkly dangerous, he must be the victim and not the accused. I knew my father would never bring someone even slightly risky into our house to stay with us, kid or no kid.
“I’ll just show him to the guest room, then we’ll ice the cake together, okay?” my father said.
But I had completely lost interest in the idea of icing the cake with him. Nothing we did could live up to those hundreds of amazing creations I’d seen on my phone. I took a deep breath to control my racing heart and shook my head. “No, don’t worry about it, Papa. It’s already way past midnight. I’m going to bed.”
“Zola,” my father called plaintively.
I felt guilty at the unhappiness in his tone as I was aware he had been looking forward to icing my cake together, but the presence of the beautiful but broodingly silent young man had totally thrown me. The longer I stood here the more I felt those eyes burning into me.
“It’s okay, Papa. It’s just a cake. Not the end of the world if I don’t have one,” I said with a forced smile.
Then I fled from the room like the devil himself was at my heels.
I locked my bedroom door, got into my bed, and pulled the covers up to my chin. My wish was to sleep, not to entertain any useless thoughts about the young man or how I had just utterly and completely humiliated myself, but an hour and a half later I found myself still wide awake. I kicked the covers away and thought of what I could do instead of restlessly tossing and turning in bed.
Since it was already technically my birthday, I didn’t want to entertain sulking of any type. I looked toward the shelf that was stacked with books, but I couldn’t bear to read anything new due to the potential for disappointment, which I didn’t want to deal with on my birthday. I got out of bed and headed over to grab my favorite story, As You Wish.
But my hand stilled as it reached for the spine of the book.
No. Not that now.
The truth was I felt agitated and no longer wanted to stay in my room. It was a hot, sultry night and my air-conditioner was playing up. I opened a window and leaned out. The night sky was filled with stars.
Without my consent, my lips whispered his name. “Dante.”
It was the name worthy of such a ferocious avenging angel. It suited him perfectly. A thrill ran through me. I remembered the way his remarkable eyes had moved over my body … making my body flush with heat …
Oh, God.
I stopped myself cold, right there, and quickly I thought about my mom instead. I imagined her wishing me a ‘Happy Birthday’. I could almost smell her soft sweet fragrance. Tears filled my eyes, but I didn’t let them fall. I didn’t want to cry on my birthday.
A swim. A swim was what I needed.
I changed into my swimsuit, grabbed a towel and headed out to the kitchen. Underneath the starlit sky, the pool glistened invitingly.
I dived into the cool depths.
Oooo … bliss.
DANTE
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KT44aQ_10XM
Marco Leone’s daughter was way too hot.
And I wanted to fuck her.
I was lying on the bed thinking how inconvenient that was when I heard the splash. I sat bolt upright, immediately on alert. Acting purely on instinct, I switched off the bedside lamp, sprinted over to the window, and parting the blinds with my fingers, peered out.
I could see a pool illuminated by the light from the pavilion.
Zola was in the water, doing laps. I stared at her body moving through the water for a few seconds. She was a very beautiful girl with a very, very sexy mouth, but she was forbidden to me. But even more importantly, I was in too much trouble to be thinking about girls, no matter how delectable. I told myself to turn away, but at that very moment, she began to lift herself out of the pool. Water ran down her delicious body in rivulets and dripped onto the tiles.