After a long flight of over 8-9 hours, of which I have no recollection of as I was completely knocked out the whole journey, we landed in Maui. Yeah. I was this tired.

Simone and I both make our way towards the five-star hotel we'll be staying at for our 2 week vacation. Since we're both loaded and being THE S. N. ROWS as the manager of the hotel fawned over yours truly, the hotel management made a deal with me to give us a handsome discount if I agree to hold a book signing event here as it will attract more clientele to the hotel. Being a tourist attraction, the competition between the different hotels was cut-throat and they would do anything to increase their profits and potential clientele.

So, I shrugged and said okay. I mean who doesn't love a good discount.

After checking in and getting the keys to our respective rooms, we make it inside and decide to sleep off the fatigue and agree to start exploring the place once we're well rested.

After a good rest, both of us step out in casual, flowy, breathable dresses and start our trip by exploring the local markets.

Here, amidst the hustle and bustle of the busy streets and among various tourists, along with the comforting island weather, with my best friend beside me, I already start to feel relaxed and end up enjoying myself.

We go to a local thrift store and just look around. After getting enough of a stroll and an ice-cream we both make our way back to our hotel.

By the time we return, the sun is already setting and my stomach growls for food. After freshening up, we make our way to the hotel's restaurant and order ourselves the local delicacy of lomi salmon as a side and seaweeds, pork and tuna fish as the main course. Once we're done filling our stomachs to the hilt, we decided to retire for the night.

The next day starts bright and beautiful as we both decide to get tanned under the sun and swim in the comforting waters of the ocean.

Dressed in a white, halter neck bikini and a kaftan dress over it, I join Simone at the hotel lobby, where she was waiting for me clad in a sage green bodysuit bikini, with a floral scarf draped around her waist as a makeshift skirt.

Pushing my sunglasses up and my beach bag in my hand we head out to the beach.

On reaching, I look around over the vast stretches of sand and water and beyond, where the sky joins the water meeting at the horizon. The beach is adorned with palm trees and various stalls, bikini clad women and half naked men, relaxing or swimming under the scorching sun.

Feeling giddy, a rush of excitement courses through me after such a long time that I'll finally enjoy a vacation.

Sim and I look at each other and the looks on our faces is enough to tell that we are both thinking the same thing. Our faces split into matching wide grins and laughing and running we both run towards the beach, collapsing onto the smooth sand to catch our breaths.

We set up our blankets and sit on top of it, lathering sunscreen on each other before laying down, basking in the bliss of sunbathing.

I close my eyes and feel the warm sun rays touch my skin, softly, a calm settles over my senses instantly, making me never want to get up from here.

However, my peaceful daze is broken by a loud gasp, which was by none other than Simone. I look over at her only to find her lips parted in astonishment, mouth agape, shock evident in her eyes as she's looking at something.

Confused, I follow the line of her sight and my throat suddenly feels parched at the sight.

Fuck me.

A sexy man, with a Greek God of a body, only in black skin-tight trunks, is walking out of the water, with tiny water droplets glistening all over his wet skin rolling down his delectable body. He looked like every girl's wet dream.

I don't blame Simone for staring at this sexy-ass man, blatantly. All the other women on the beach including me were doing the same.

But he doesn't decide to stop there. Instead, the Greek-god makes it 10 times even hotter when he pushes back those dark, wet locks that fell onto his face with both his hands, flexing his abs and arm muscles.

I swear I can hear women gasping for air and some might've even dropped their panties.

As he moves closer, I feel Simone's death grip on my arm, in an attempt to stay put and not throw herself at him. The smokin' hot man passes by us and I swear I could feel Simone going through a faint spell because trust me I was going through the same.

“Fuck. That was exactly what I came here for.” Simone exhales loudly, finally breaking out of her gobsmacked state.

“Did that just happen?” Her voice comes out as a breathy whisper.

I barely manage a nod, my thoughts still jumbled from the sensual imagery we were just gifted with.

“He was so... Damn! But why did he look so familiar?” She frowns trying to think.

Meanwhile, I break out of my imagination which, surprisingly, was full of the hot guy, and lay down back onto my blanket.

Another gasp grabs my attention and I look over at my overly dramatic best friend to find recognition flickering in her grey eyes.

“No freakin' way!!” She gasps and puts a hand over her mouth. I roll my eyes at her dramatic ass and ask her what's wrong.

“I remember now. That guy is the hottest guy ever, the supermodel, Donny Lewis.” A glazed look takes over eyes and she fans herself.

“Oh... That explains the hot-bod.” I nod to myself.

“I've heard that his hotness is too much to handle and now that I've seen him up close, dang... It's so fucking true. My sore eyes have been blessed. Amen!” She squeals and I roll my eyes at her, chuckling at her antics.

“You're in a relationship, remember?” I mock her and she just scoffs at me.

“So? Doesn't mean I can't check hot guys, especially hot celebrities, out.” She shrugs and I just chuckle at her words.

“Sky, you have absolutely no idea who he is, do you?” She asks at my nonchalance.

I just shrug and leave it at that.

After she's over her fangirling moment, we decide to go for a swim, splashing water over each other's faces, laughing our asses off. She pushes me into the water and I come up gasping for air.

“Bitch, you almost drowned me!” I point an accusing finger at her, trying to look mad, but the crackheads that we both were, we burst into laughter and I lunge towards her and push her deep into the water.

As we are busy playing around in the water, a sudden sensation of being watched washes over me. On its own accord my body turns towards the beach and I begin scanning the crowd for someone.

Maybe I'm just being paranoid. There are tons of people here and a lot of people can be looking.

But that's the thing I don't find any set of eyes on us until I lock gaze with a certain someone. Him.

What in the name of everything that isn't holy guacamole?!

Seriously? And you call yourself an accomplished writer? Jesus!  My conscience mocks me and I ignore it.

The "great supermodel" has his gaze trained on mine, completely fixated as if, if he looks somewhere else, I'll disappear like a fast fading light. I see his jaw clench as he isn't too far away from me to notice.

Frowning at him, I turn away and see Simone busy swimming. I turn my eyes towards him again, only to find him gone.

Where did he go?

My wandering eyes begin searching for him through the crowd but I give up when I fail to find him.

Just then Simone comes beside me and suggests that we should grab something to drink and she's thirsty from all the swimming.

Finding that eye-contact and my reaction to it weird, I decide to ignore it and give her a nod. We make our way to the nearest open bar on the beach. We perch our asses onto the bar stool as we order our drinks to the bartender.

Sipping slowly on our gin and tonic, we talk about anything and everything, looking over at the crowd of people enjoying themselves. Then the conversation topic steers off to her giving me potential ideas for the new novel and I internally cringe and grimace outwardly, unapologetically letting my intentions regarding those ideas known. She sighs and gives up. The topic switches off to then Donny, wait, why am I calling him by his name so casually? I shake my head internally trying to get rid of the man's image out of my brain.

Sim goes into full on fangirling mode as I keep chuckling and embarrassingly groaning at her vivid explanations about the super hot male model regarding what she'll like to do to him or him to her. As I am too focussed on her blabbering, I don't notice the empty bar stool beside me shift. Laughing at Simone, I turn around only to find the person she happened to be talking about, perched onto the said stool.

I gaze at him and notice his pink, totally kissable lips, twitch with amusement, giving away the fact that he has been listening to our conversation. Well, mostly what Simone was saying about him.

I blink like a fool trying to comprehend if this is reality or have I finally gone nuts and have started to see things. Things as in this particular sinfully tempting man.

I hear a loud squeal beside me, clearing all my doubts about his presence. I internally groan at Simone.

“Oh my God! I'm such a big fan of yours. Can you autograph my tits?” Simone gushes and my eyes widen at her straightforwardness.

Donny just chuckles and nods. I gasp at how easily he agreed to do that.

Are they both insane?!

“And what about your friend? Does she want an autograph on her tits too?” His lazy, thick voice drawls making desire instantly pool at the junction of my thighs. His oceanic blue orbs hold my plain brown ones captive.

I frown and look down at my abdomen in confusion. I thought you were dead, ovaries. I think to myself how I instantly got butterflies in my coochie hearing his voice. Deep, throaty. Just like the walking fucking wet-dream.

He clears his throat to grab my attention. I look at him and raise a questioning eyebrow.

He just chuckles and repeats his question.

So, me being me, I was not going to give him the satisfaction of letting him know what kind of effect he was already having on me and boost his already big ego, which I came to know the moment he opened his mouth. Not to mention all the women who were trying to throw themselves at this man, guaranteed my statement when he asked me that crude question. So to take his ego down a notch I pull on a disgusting face and say, “Ewe, pervert! I didn't even know who you were until my friend mentioned you. So why would I want your autograph?”

He stopped smiling abruptly and looked  at me with intrigue with a bit of surprise laced in his eyes.

“You didn't know who I was?” Donny scoffs at me in disbelief.

“Yeah. I didn't. Ask her.” I shrug and point to Simone.

“She didn't. I was shocked too, trust me. Must be because she's been living under a rock all this time.” She nods her head solemnly agreeing with me.

I hit her arm and she winces, earning an easy-going chuckle from Donny.

“Well, I know you...” He drawls looking straight into my eyes and probably staring right into my soul too with that piercing gaze of his.

Wait- he knows me? How?

Before I could question the same he replies, “You're the famous romance author with 2 booker prizes and 5 other awards. Miss S.N.Rows. A pleasure to meet you.” He says extending his hand and I gingerly take it, immediately feeling sparks at the spot where our skin came in contact.

“Wait- you really know who I am? How?” I still ask not able to believe it that the super hunky, male sex-on-legs model knew me!

“You look like you yourself don't know how famous you are...” He says casually sipping on his beer.

“Your friend doesn't seem to understand the simple fact that how famous she is, does she?” Donny asks Sim and she bobs her head up and down, eagerly agreeing with him, completely smitten by him. Will you look at that, he has already got her under his spell...

“I tell you, she's so humble.” Sim pipes in.

He nods and clinks his beer bottle with her glass. I scowl at the two.

“What fast friends you two have become already!” I turn around to glare at my not-so best friend at the moment.   I feel his stare again making gooseflesh rise on my skin.

“Can you stop looking at my ass?” I groan and turn back around to face him.

“Why? You have a delectable ass. Don't mind me looking. I'm enjoying the view. Turn back around.” He says clearly amused with my annoyance.

“Ugh! You're impossible.” I whirl around and walk back towards the beach, not wanting to hear him talk anymore.

Because his so hot and thick voice was doing something to me and my poor attempts at hating him would've gone to waste if I  had jumped him in that moment. All because of his deep, appealing voice that was beckoning me towards him like a mermaid's siren.

“Hey, okay sorry. That was crude of me. I was trying to make a conversation with you but seeing you in front of me looking pissed just egged me on to tease you more.” His voice came out thick laced with the sincerity of his apology as he touched my elbow lightly to stop me in my tracks.

He has no idea why I was looking so pissed at that time. Yeah you were busy imagining his sexy as sin body moving on top of you in slow, passionate movements-

I shake my head to clear my thoughts of him and turn to look up at him and instantly I am captivated by the drool-worthy image he is giving off right now. His tall height was blocking the sun from my face, his big blue eyes shimmering bright in the sunlight mirroring the clear sparkling sea water that is just a few steps away from me. My eyes travel down to his plump lips then back to his face. A square jaw, a straight nose, no wonder women are crazy about him. And the image he was displaying right now, under the sun, towering over me and giving me a heated look like he wants to...kiss me?, he was a sight to behold. A delicious and sexy sight which was making my urge to clench my thighs together stronger by every minute I spent in his presence.

From there, my thoughts immediately wander off to how it would feel like to press my lips onto his. Will they be as soft as they look?

My straying thoughts come to a halt with a screech when his hand reaches up to tuck a piece of lock behind my ear that fell onto my face due to the blowing breeze.

“Fuck, you're beautiful...” He whispers under his breath so softly that it was impossible to hear it but thankfully I did. I stare into his eyes only to find pure lust in them for me.

I could feel my cheeks burn red because of his compliment and the way he is staring at me right now.

Before I could say anything, a hand taps him on the shoulder and he closes his eyes and just like that the intense look in his eyes was gone. He rakes a hand through his thick brown locks and turns around to face the person who interrupted the moment that passed between us.

If that was even a moment.

Coming out of my daze, my gaze fall upon the person who interrupted us, a woman, of course. They look like they are busy in conversation with each other and at that moment reality hits me like a loaded truck of bricks. Women will always be flocking around him. You have no chance, just back off before you get hurt.

Frowning at that thought I turn around and stride off to my hotel room. Enough sunbathing, swimming and hot guys, correction, a certain guy, for today.

But the problem is even when I am alone in my room, I can't help but think about him constantly.

That's it, Sky! You've finally gone insane. The last ounce of sanity that was left flew out the window. Lusting after a man you just met... What are you thinking!!!

Shit. I'm in deep trouble, aren't I?

Stupid fucking hormones! I thought you stopped working assholes just like my womb and ovaries...

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A/N: here's the first chapter what do guys think of Donny?

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I'll update the next chapter soon. Till then,
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S ❤️