“Come on, Dad, you tell me everything. Why are you being so secretive about this?”
I can see the anger in his eyes. I watch as he tears the picture I drew from my sketchpad and then rips it into shreds right before my eyes. I can’t speak. I'm so shocked. My dad has never done anything so disrespectful to me in his life. I can’t believe he’s just ripped up a piece of my artwork, no matter how he feels about Jaxson. When he looks at me again, his expression is a little calmer.
“Forget about him,” he hisses. “You won’t be seeing him again. Not under my watch.”
I feel a heaviness in my heart at his words. I want nothing more than to find Jaxson now and figure out how this chemistry between us works in practice. I want to know if I’ll feel the same when I see him next. But one thing is for sure…
I won’t be forgetting him in a hurry.
Jaxson
In my hotel room, I pace back and forth in frustration. I can’t believe Sam is here. Of all the people in the world that I could come across, it just had to be him. Finding out Stella is his daughter is the biggest blow I’ve ever been dealt.
She’s perfect, even if she is his family. Sam and I haven’t seen eye to eye for a long time...in fact, I can’t remember how long it’s been since we went our separate ways, but I’ll never forget the aggressive tension between us.
I want his daughter more than anything in the world, and she will be mine. I knew it from the moment I laid eyes on her. I wanted to sweep her up off that sun lounger and bring her back to my room and take her. Have her body in every single way possible. Explore these sexual desires she’s brought out of me for the first time in my life.
But Sam is always going to try and stand in my way. He would rather see me crash and burn if it was up to him. But knowing him, his daughter is his entire world. And that means that she’ll never be mine.
At least that’s what he believes.
He probably doesn’t think I’m serious about pursuing his daughter, but what he doesn’t realize is that I’ll never give up until she’s mine. He might’ve won the battle, but he’ll lose the war. Tonight, I’ll find her. Tonight I’ll show her just how much I want her.
Sam probably thinks that I’ll give up after a while, but I won’t. I need her. I want her. I crave her. I can be patient if I have to. I’ve waited my whole life for her. I can wait a little more.
Although my mind is strong, I’m not sure my body is strong enough to resist her. It took every ounce of self control in me to resist from throwing myself at her and taking her right there and then, on the beach. She’s so damn gorgeous and she doesn't even know it. I want to bury my face between her breasts as I press my throbbing cock up against her core. I want to hear her gasp at the size of my manhood as I slipped her bathing suit aside and entered her for the first time.
And now that I’m alone in my room, I’m driving myself wild with my own thoughts. My cock has been rock hard since I met her, desperate to be buried deep in her tight little pussy. I know she can have anyone she wants. A woman like her can entice any man on this earth but if she wants me, I will show her the time of her life. I’ll give her everything she’s ever wanted. I’ll take her back to my New York penthouse and we can spend our days in luxury, drinking champagne, and making love under silken sheets. I’ll take her on the trip of a lifetime, take her to the best restaurants in the world and give her a home wherever she chooses. I’d do anything for her. After all, when I make her mine, I want her to be the happiest woman in the world.
But first, I have to find her again. Her father isn’t going to make that easy, but I’ll do it all the same. Driven by lust, I change into one of my best suits and head down to the hotel lobby. It’s time to get serious about Stella. It’s time to make sure she ends up in my arms for good.
I know the odds are stacked against me. She won’t want to anger her father so maybe that’ll be enough to make her reject me. But if she felt the same spark that I did, then maybe she’s scared to let it go. Maybe she’s afraid to let the opportunity of a lifetime pass her by. I certainly am.
In the lobby, I lean across the desk and a woman greets me with a flirtatious smile. She’s conventionally pretty and she’s obviously interested, but I only have one woman on my mind. And she’s the only woman who will ever be on my mind.
“How can I help you?” the woman asks. Her name tag says her name is Debbie so I offer her a charming smile and get ready to schmooze.
“Hello, Debbie. I’m hoping that I can hire out the pool tonight. The whole thing.”
Debbie blinks. “Well, that’s not really something that guests can do.”
“I’m not like most guests,” I growl, handing her my credit card. “Here. You can charge as much as you want. But I want it to be private. I’d like there to be a bartender on hand for cocktails. And I need you to send an
