F A L L O N

"My presence sweet and my aura bright. Diamonds good for my appetite. Guess it fuckin' just clicked one night."

. . .

Get your mind out of the fucking gutter.

I shake my head, an attempt to rid myself of the intrusive thoughts that keep on entering my mind.

My thighs clench together as another image of Nicholas enters me, his hands clutching my skin between his fingers as he pounds into me.

For fucks sake.

But then the fantasy returns, and I hear his groans, his skin slapping against mine.

Red paints my cheeks. This is embarrassing. I'm not supposed to think about him this way. These are things he's doing to Stella. And that's normal because they are engaged.

And now, I have to watch said engaged couple sit around and hug on a yacht.

Normally, mom and dad work a lot, but now it feels like they're home all the time. Which I know is just in my head because mom leaves every morning to work and so does dad.

But Nicholas was nice enough to invite us to dinner on his yacht, and mom and dad happily agreed. And I have to tag along, of course.

And watch everything unfold.

So, that's the reason why I called a high school friend of mine; Sidonia – Donia for short. We have always had the best time together, and stuck through school together.

Whenever I think back to my time in high school, a smile comes on my face. Even after we went to college, we kept in touch and still call on the daily.

We have our periods in which there's radio silence on both ends, but we manage to contact each other again after we're done with all our work.

And I know for a fact that she's back in town, instead of going on vacation. So, she's the one who'll be able to distract me and is joining me.

The dark-haired girl throws her arms around me as she hugs me, telling me how much she's missed me.

"How have you been?" she asks, leaning back. Her green eyes are bright and electrifying, making her freckles pop out.

Her nose scrunches up whenever she smiles, revealing a beautiful, yet tiny, tooth gap. Her beauty is astounding.

We decided to meet up at a café before we took off to the yacht. We are already dressed for the occasion, we only need to walk up the docks and get on.

Stella has shown me Nicholas' yacht this morning to make sure I wouldn't mistake it.

"I'm good, how have you been?" I ask Donia as we take a seat at one of the tables.

"Amazing. I'm finally done with school. Have you spoken to any of the others?" she asks, referring to our other friends.

"Yes, but haven't gotten the chance of meeting up with them. Though they were talking about throwing a party one of these days. I wouldn't mind," I grin.

"Yeah, would be fun to see everyone once again. Maybe Jackson is still single," she smirks, and I have to laugh.

"No one interesting at college, maybe?" I ask. She sighs and shakes her head.

A waiter comes by, asking what we'd like to drink. I order lemonade while Donia goes for coffee.

Donia starts talking about the guys she runs into at campus. While listening to her, I lift my hand and mindlessly play with some loose curls that managed to escape from my bun.

Getting my curls into a bun is somewhat of a challenge sometimes, but the result is always what makes me happy.

I love the stubborn little curls that manage to escape, them being tiny and cute. What isn't as cute is using a shit ton of gel and a toothbrush to comb back all the other baby hairs that I'm not fond of.

I carry that damn toothbrush everywhere.

"Wait, so you're not looking for someone at the moment?" I ask Donia. She shakes her head. "Nope, just looking for some good dick."

I let out a little laugh at that.

"And you? Someone special in your life?"

Donia's eyes widen when the smile on my lips dies down. "No way. Who is it? Is he hot? Have you fucked him yet?"

It's my turn to shake my head. "Nope, and I'll never fuck him," I smile, though it's a forced one.

"Why not? Is it like a love-hate relationship in which you're sworn enemies and you vow to never fuck him?" she asks, being too specific in asking.

I scrunch up my nose. "My life isn't a book, Donia. It's not like that at all," I chuckle.

"So... no sworn enemies?"

I shake my head. "I fucking wish. It's just someone that I can never have because he's engaged."

All the excitement in her eyes dies down, and the corner of her lips tug downwards. "That's sad, I'm sorry. But is he that hot to be so hung-up about it?"

I snort. "You have no idea. And the thing is, I didn't even know he was engaged when I first met him. It was at the airport, and he had to take the same flight as me. It's pretty stupid, but we were both reaching for the Skittles and he took them from me."

"He took your food?" she asks with a raised eyebrow. I shake my head. "They weren't mine since I didn't buy them. But fuck, was I stunned with the way he looked like," I sigh.

"How'd you know he's engaged if he's a stranger, then?"

I'm ashamed to admit this next part since it'd be the first time saying it out loud. And saying it out loud would be admitting it to myself and I don't want to face it. But I have to.

"He's Stella's fiancé."

She gasps. "What? You've got to be kidding me," she says and I can tell she's already heartbroken in my place.

"I've read way too many books and I semi-know what it feels like, and you out of all people, don't deserve to feel like this," she frowns and reaches over the table to squeeze my hand.

It warms my heart to know she isn't judging me. That she's open-minded about this and not even scolding me.

Normally I'd tell Stella all about this, and it hurts me that I can't. She's my best friend and I have always been able to confide in her.

But Donia means just as much to me and has never judged my decisions.

"You're sweet, Donia. And this is the reaction I needed. Do not fear, though, I won't act upon my feelings since I know how wrong this is," I assure her.

She nods. "If you ever thirst over him again, just call me and I'll distract you," she winks, making me snort.

"Anyway, how's your mom?" she asks, and I'm glad for the change of subject.

"Good, she asked me if we're fighting since you're never coming over," I chuckle, making her smile.

"I'll only come over if she makes me some hot cocoa," she huffs. Dominican cocoa is the best there is. No other hot chocolate could ever compare.

"I'll let her know, promise."

We continue to talk some more, and then I decide to check my phone.

There are a couple of missed calls and messages, both from mom and Stella. Stella is asking me where I am and mom is telling me to get my ass on the boat.

"Shit, we need to go," I say and stand up, leaving money on the table. The last one was sent fifteen minutes ago, in which mom said that they're leaving... now.

With my bag thrown over my shoulder and Donia trailing behind me, we run towards the docks. Our feet hit the wood beneath us, and there in the distance, I can see Nicholas' yacht starting to drift away.

They were going to leave without us. The fuckers.

Due to the docks being wet, I slip for a second before regaining my balance. Donia's contagious laughter from behind me causes me to laugh as well.

Running like two dumb girls across the docks, we laugh as we don't have a boat to catch. Our laughter resounds through the air as we run and reach the boat that's already at a good distance.

On there, I see mom's shoulders drop as she sees me, and dad just shakes his head with a grin. Stella is shouting something that I don't understand and Nicholas looks up from his phone to see what's going on.

Mom is shouting at me in Spanish, telling me to stop and that they're turning to boat around for us to get on.

"Let's jump, whore," I shout at Donia over my shoulder. And because she's a bit crazy and is open to do new stuff, she only offers me a big smile and nods.

Without stopping, I jump when I reach the water and land on the rear of the yacht with a harsh thud.

I'm glad that there aren't any staircases on the back and only a flat surface. Though, it's hard to maintain balance.

A hand shoots out and grabs mine, the touch sending a shock through my body. "You for sure are a clumsy one," Nicholas chuckles, affirming the words he'd muttered when I fell a few days ago.

I send him a playful glare and feel another thud beside me.

Donia landed steadily, chuckling to herself and doing a double-take when she sees Nicholas. I bite back a smile at her expression and take a step back, before looking up into his eyes.

"Thank you," I breathe and feel my cheeks warming.

"Fallon, where were you?" mom asks, making me look at her. "We were having a drink and lost track of time," I explain, still breathing heavily from all the laughing and running.

"Hey Isabella," Donia smiles when she sees my mom, and my mom sends her a beaming smile in return.

"Sidonia! It's been so long," she grins and goes to hug my friend.

Embarrassingly enough, my chest is still heaving up and down, my breasts pressed against the material of my top.

I glance up for one second and see Nicholas' eyes dropping down to them for one fraction before he averts them, turning around and taking a hand through his dark hair.

"I didn't want to leave without you but we were waiting for a long time and thought you ditched us." Stella's voice brings me out of my thoughts.

I look up into her azure eyes. "I'm so sorry, but Donia and I were catching up and my phone was tucked away," I apologize.

She waves it away. "It's not a problem, I'm relieved you're here," she smiles and hugs me. I need to lean down a bit to be able to hug her back, her strawberry-scented hair all up in my face since she has her hair up in a bun, as well.

Stella gives us a tour of the yacht that's insanely large. After having drunk something in the bar and having talked to mom and dad, we have come pretty far with the yacht and aren't close to the docks anymore. We're pretty far off.

"You guys want to tan?" Stella asks as we go upstairs.

"Yes please," I say lowly, but realize that I've left my bag downstairs. We're on the roof of the boat, about to catch some sun.

I have been tanning a lot, and I know it isn't that good for the skin, but fuck it. I love getting a tan – a darker one than the one I have.

I'm pretty pale in comparison to my mother, and yet I have a bit of color. One that has a lot of people call me lucky since I have a natural tan and don't need to spend hours in the sun to achieve it.

Going downstairs, I decide to reapply the sunscreen and take advantage that I'm in the shadow.

Taking off my clothes, I reveal my bikini and let the clothes drop on the ground.

I start applying the sunscreen on my legs, going up and covering almost my whole body. It's when I try to reach my back that I hear a voice coming from behind me.

"Need help with that?"

Turning around, my throat runs dry when I see Nicholas emerge from the clear blue water, droplets sliding down his wet skin.

He shakes his hair and rakes his fingers through the black mess, pushing it back so it's no longer covering his forehead.

Realizing that I'm gaping at him, I straighten myself up. "Uh... y-yeah, sure," I answer, wanting to slap myself since I meant to say no.

I really wanted to say no, but it seemed useless to do so since I'll only make a fool out of myself to try and reach my back.

Drying his hand off the towel that's on one of the couches, he walks up towards me and towers over me with his height.

"Turn around," he orders. Without thinking twice, I do exactly as he says and hand him the tube with the sunscreen.

"Stella forcing you to tan?" he asks from behind me. "No," I chuckle, "I like it as well."

My teeth sink into my lower lip when I feel his hands on my body, rubbing the lotion around and spreading it all over my shoulders and back.

His fingers are firm as they do so, pretty much giving me a massage as well. I let out a silent sigh in content, relaxing underneath his touch and wishing he'd move it all over my body instead of just my back.

My breathing gets a tad bit heavier when his hands move down, only to put the sunscreen on my lower back.

"Your muscles are tense," he notices.

"Hmm, you're doing a pretty good job at fixing it."

It just slipped out. I didn't even think twice about saying it, and now I want to die. I try to think about gross things to will away the blood that's rushing to my face.

Maybe he won't make a big deal about it if I don't act weird about it. All he does is chuckle and turn me around.

"Loosen up," he tells me and wipes his thumb across my cheek, leaving a trail of sunscreen behind.

It's hard to do so with you around.

"Will do so," I whisper before taking my bag and making sure I get out of there as fast as I can.

Stella slept a lot in the afternoon and all Donia did was read in her book, since she's obsessed with reading.

So, I mainly listened to music and then listen to Donia ramble about whatever happened in her book that made her so embarrassed.

And now we are having dinner on the yacht. The sun is setting, casting a beautiful glow in the sky and reflection in the water.

The ripples of the water are mesmerizing as the yacht floats in it, creating a beautiful mess that has many transfixed.

Stella is going on about a serious issue that has taken place at work, and even dad is listening intently to whatever has happened to a patient of hers.

"I want to cough but it seems inappropriate to do so," I tell Donia in a low voice. No one has heard me since they're all still talking about what happened at Stella's job.

"You should unless you want to spasm with your body and make it seem as if you're possessed," Donia replies.

I chuckle, causing mom and Stella to glance my way for a quick second. "Sorry, continue," I murmur and take a sip from my water.

But now I can't get the image of how I must look like holding in a cough, out of my head. Because it truly seems like someone is getting possessed whenever they try to hold it in.

Don't laugh. Don't laugh. Don't laugh.

Donia's shoulders shake, but she manages to hold it in. Her joke wasn't even funny. It's knowing that you aren't supposed to laugh that makes the urge stronger.

I dig my nails into my skin and bite my lip, but my vision is blurred with tears and the corners of my lips are fighting against me pushing them downwards.

The loudest snort leaves me, and I slap a hand over my mouth as a breathless laugh leaves me. A few tears find their way out of the corner of my eyes but I quickly compose myself and sit back up.

"Are you okay?" Stella asks with a faint smile, finding the situation amusing. I nod quickly.

"I'm sorry, yes. Just something stupid," I answer, waving it away. "I hate you," I murmur to Donia, who replies with a grin.

And when she gets up and excuses herself to go to the restroom, she quickly whispers in my ear.

"Loverboy hasn't stopped staring at you the whole time."

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