Maggie's death was covered by a detox trip to the Maldives Islands, where she is regenerating herself to become a better human...or whatever bullshit she would say.

Luckily you believed in the lie and the pictures I posted on her Instagram from the Islands' beaches I took from Google to fake the perfect vacation, her fans went wild, they loved it and understood that she needed some time apart from social media.

A considerable success of mine, I must say.

Her disappearance didn't affect you much, my dear, actually, things just turned even better between us since she went away. I'm with you 24/7, we go places, we hold hands, and we chat in such an intimacy and connection that I've never experienced before.

There is no doubt: you are my soulmate.

And how I love to watch that beautiful smile you flash to me, especially the one when you are proud of something you've done, or when you accomplish something.

-So, how was it?- Joe asked as Erica came out through the university's gates. Her head was lowered down so he couldn't see her expression. -How did it go? Tell me.- He asked anxiously and touched her shoulders.

-I...-Shs made a suspenseful pause. -I nailed it!! I did it!! I GOT FIRST PLACE!-She jumped with him.

-I knew it! I knew you could do this. Your project was the best, of course you would win.- He supported her.

-I eman, winning the best article in the university still feels unreal...-She chuckled softly then looked up at him. -But you always thought that I could make it.

-Of course I did. I know you can do anything.- He smiled and hugged her warmly, kissing the top of her head as they listened to each other's heartbeats.

-But there's something else.- She gave an excired glance at him. Joe looked at her curious. -I didn't tell the reward for winning first llace. -She then took two sort of passages from her purse. -Trips to Malibu for a weekened, can you believe it?

He lifted his eyebrows.

-Trips to Malibu?

-Yes- She tapped the passengers against his chest. -And you're going with me.

His cheeks flushed at the sudden idea.

-But, the shop-

-Ethan can take care of it. -She justified. -Come on, Joe, imagine it. Us both, in a beautiful beach, with no problems and the fresh breeze against our faces. -She laughed. -You can't say no this.

You and me, in Malibu, just as that pop singer's song I can't quite remember the name.

I've never been a fan of beaches, neither cared enough about visitting california someday to get my feet stuck in the sand.

I hate the crowds, you know that, and plus, I don't feel comfortable enough to wander around in a swim suit exposed to others, except you.

But I see the happiness in your eyes. I see how you light up about rhis little runaway, like you just want to drop everything and be with me.

I saw your hard work to achieve this, and it would be simply cruel to forbidden you from celebratibg your victory. Especially a victory you wish to share with me, and only me.

And thinking about it...I can picture it quite nicely...your silhouette against the sunset, while I seat by the waves, reading a book while you spin and dance on your bikini as a little ballerina just for me. Your skin would shine against the shores and the sand, as beautiful as an angel, creating this core memory printed in our soul of what true happiness is when we're together.

And I could show them, I could show the whole world how you're beautiful, how you're special, and how you belong to me.

We'd have none of the issues we experienced in New York against us, it would be only us, your tanned skin, and my hands setting a 'don't disturb' sign on our hotel's door.

Farewell, you convinced me.

-What should I pack for our trip?-

...

I've forgotten how much I hate airports.

I hate the high prices of any products they sell, the parallallel but alsp loud conversations, and the amount of waiting it takes to only reach the next step so we have to enter this probably dangerous vehicle and be stuck in it for hours.

But it seems you notice my discomfort with all of this  since you take my hand in yours and try to make any bad feeling go away, to make any anxiety dirft away like the clouds in the sky.

You simply get me, Erica.

It's like I can share all my biggest fears and opinions and you'd still understand me, you'd still help me.

And I like thsi feelong, the feeling of belonging, of having some sort of...home whenever I look into your eyes.

If someday I loose you...I can't even imagine it, I don't want to imagine it.

This isn't an obsession, it might sound clingy but it feels like true love. I know it is.

Because I'm willing to do anything for you, to reach the hounds of hell for you. Just ask me, and I'll do it.

-You good?- She asked a bit concerned to see him.so quiet.

-Yeah just...thinking about all the ways that thing can crash and burn.-He pointed to the huge airplane outside.

-Hey, take it easy.-She stroked his hand. -Don't think much about it, focus on me.

-It's easy to say.

-Hey. -He pulled his chin to face her. -Focus on me. You only need me. -She spoke almost as if it was some sort of hipnosis. -There's only me. Only me matters.

You are quite right about that.

He nodded slowly as a fragile puppy and squeezed back her hand. Just that gesture took all his fears away as an avalanche of caring.

The power she had over that man was imeasurable and beyond her knowledge.

...

Ah yes, the beautiful beaches of Malibu and now that we are here, I can see how much...

...it's raining.

-I can't believe it.- Erica crossed her arms and sat on the large king size bed pouting her lips. -Rain for the whole weekend, I'm so disappointed.

Not as much as me, since I won't be able to admire you in a bikini for 48 hours.

The sky was completely grey and cloudy, it matched with his mood due to the inconvinient trip. Joe sighed frustrated, thinking deeply about how things went wrong so easily.

Erica noticed his frustration, and desperate to make things turn out okay, she hushed to him.

-Hey...it's okay, we don't need a dumb beach.- She tried to be optimistic, touching his shoulders.

-But you wanted the dumb beach.-He curved his mouth. -You deserved a rest, if only we took an eariler flight, maybe...-He closed his eyes and sighed. -It's my fault, I kept you waiting and we couldn't get in a sooner flight-

-Joe.- She cupped his cheeks so fiercely that made him pout his lips, her eyes were sweet. -I don't need a beach. I don't need a trip. All I want...-She chuckled.- It's you, silly. I wanted to spend time with you besides work, or any end of thr day at your apartment. Just you and me, somewhere while the whole world disappears.

His eyes shimmered at the words and the syomach became cold to such a confession.

-You say that just to flatter me.-He smirked.

-If I wantes to flatter you, I'd have other ways to do so.-She gave a malicious grin that made him tremble. Her eyes lowered down his body.- I didn't get a chance to show you the bikini I've bought.-She whispered.

Thank Heavens for the rain.

-Oh really? Do show me.-He smiled glad.

Erica made some distance and walked towards the bathroom, taking her small bikini inside to change.

It didn't take long for her to return and to his jae fall to the floor.

And nobody else gets to see this, only me.

Forget what I've said: I love this trip.

The curves showed an hour shaped tanned body worth of an sexy underwear magazine. Her hair adorned her shoulders in a contrasting frame that enlightned her bewitching eyes. And her smiles, her glances, that sassy girl attitude...she was his weakness and she knew it too damn well.

She then spinned around in her red bikini, making his sight worship her body once again.

-So? What do you think?- She asked.

Joe shaked his head in negative and chortled in a sniff.

-You're such a bad influence, Erica Souza.-He grinned.

She came closer in small gentle steps and put his arms around his neck, staring into those deep, dangerous and thirsty brown eyes.

-I know.-She whispered confidently.- And you're a good little boy. Perfect for me.

-Kinda want some of your influence now.-He smiled.

-Oh yeah?-She bit her lower lip momentairly, interested in his offer.-Let me show you how to do it.

TW// SEXUAL CONTENT - IF YOU ARE BELOW 18 OR DON'T FEEL COMFORTABLE, SKIP UNTIL THE NEXT WARNING

Erica carefully made Joe sit down on the bed, standing in front of him, the expression full of malice and seduction, making him surrender to her spell.

Her lips carefully made their way to his, slowly melting and sinking into a spicy tropical kiss that made them breathless within minutes. She could notice the hunger in his touch, but he wanted him to want more, to desire more. She abruptely parted their ways, taking a step back as her hands touched the back of the clothing she had.

His breath suspended for a minute. The brown eyes glued to her hands' movement as she untied the bikini around her neck, the fabric became loosen, almost falling, when she teasingly held it.

-What happened, Joe? Cat got your tongue?-She giggled softly awakening from the trance.

He chuckled softly, but the laugh was interrupted by the lusty sigh he gave when the fabric was out of the way. Erica made her way until until him, getting free of any cloth on herself. His eyes seemed to have been blessed by her golden silhouette as she vame closer to him. His eyes looking at her from down, as a mere peasent in her present. He adored that woman.

She guided his hands to caress her curves, slowly at first, but faster as their kisses vecame hungrier, faster as they became needy for more. She lied him down promtply, the hands unbottoning the stupid floral shirt she insisted for him to wear so he could fit into the beach style.

The smooth chest was caressed by her own skin, and when Joe realized, he wad completely exposed to her. There was nothing elsr between them anymore, skin to skin, emotions blossoming.

His hands tangled into her dark hair, as she grind on his lap in a teasing mannerism that let a moan escape his lips.

-What was that...?-She chuckled and kissed him again. One of her hands touched the volume between his thighs. -...Someone's already all worked up...let's free you from this clothes, mhm?

Erica quickly removed Joe's underwear, as she layed down on the bed for her, comepletely submissive to all her wishes and desires. She knew the power she held on him, how much he wanted her, and that just manaed to arouse her even further.

When he least expected, she felt the warm and wet touch of her lips around his cock, movibg up and down, ruining her lipstick as she moved in a steady rythm without stopping. He groaned high enough to wake up the other rooms next to theirs, and his hands tangled into her hair so she could move further.

The heat in the room was unbearable, almost as a private hell as joe could barely keep control of his excitement as his body jerked up with her touch.

Before he could fulfill his pleasure though, Erica stopped, leaving his jaw dropped, the eyes wide open.

-Why did you stop? -He acted like a whining boy.

She chuckled, and, to not disappoint him, she straddled him on the bed, spreading her legs as she inserted herself in the correct position. Joe sighed relieved and even more anxious for what would come next.

Her hips move fast, gaining motion and friction as she bounced on him inside her, and Joe helped her in it, he moved so they could meet their middles faster, holding onto her body as she became a moaning mess in front of him.

He liked to heat her moans, especially his name, it assured him of how much she wanted him, of how much she loved him.

She assured him that she wouldn't leave him.

The sounds became too loud so they muffled them by their kisses, sloapy and wet ones with dancing tongues that gaspee into one another as the clap sounds of their bodies continued until tehy couldn't handle it any longer.

The soft, warm sensation build up in their stomachs united, she first, him later, and soon all that could be heard were their tired lungs as they stared at the ceiling side by side.

-Fuck, I love Malibu.

//END OF SMUT

...

Malibu was...something else. We didn't enjoy the beach, neither the sun. You didn't get to show off those curves, and I didn't have to endure the annoying tourists, but we got to buildor own castles in the sheets all day long, only to destroy them with the slam of our bodies united.

I'll take it as a win win for us both.

Now, we are back in New York and the dream is over. You are having class now, and I'm cleaning the dusty Monney's shelves as Ethan complains about the latest football game. I have no idea of what he says but he swears like a fishman.

I look at the clock and time just won't pass by, it's getting annoying. I know that by this hour you're still not home, and that we were supposed to meet later at my house but is it so bad that I want to see you right now?

Actually, I might have an idea.

What kind of boyfriend I'd be if I didn't make any surprises, right?

Well, you will like this surprise.

...

Breaking into your apartment might not sound too friendly, I know, but filling your bed with rose petals and putting a wine bottle with two glasses waiting for us is.

I out your favorite song on, and you will be here in on 10 minutes. We don't go to your apartment often, i don't usually know why. The most times I get to see you in here are through the cameras I installed.

But that's okay, I have a lot of fun.

And if in any case you ask me how did I get in, I'll say the emergency stairs, definetely not the key I copied from yours, and I'll say it's  with my best intentions, not because I want to watch you sleep...you have such a cute face while sleeping.

I mean, why do you need privacy anyway? I'm your boyfriend. There's no such thing as privacy or secrets between us. There is just us.

This home smells like you, looks like you. It's like a fragment of your personality. Which is why I love it so much.

Why don't we share our address already?

And your clothes! I love to smell your clithes when you're away, if I close my eyes real tight, I can believe you are here. Feels like you are here. Especially when I need some motivation to release some tension, if you know what I mean.

He opens her closet and looks through her clothes util he bumps into a small box inside.

Now what's that?

He grabs it in his hands and opens it: a wedding ring.

Why would you have a-

-What are you doing here?!