Chapter 37 Chapter 37
ALINA'S POV
Oh my God.
"The hell?" I sat frozen on my seat. Drink halfway between my lips, eyes blinking. Blinking and most definitely not looking away as he rose completely from the pool. Stepping out. Water splashing everywhere from his form. His focus elsewhere.
Of course. Cause why would he consciously do this? Do that. T-t-hat thing he just did with his thighs. His legs. Stepping out like that.
Or was I imagining it?
Was I really starting to imagine him now after coming across him way too many today??
"Yeah? Have them sent up. Quickly." I heard his voice say into the phone. Standing directly opposite me. From the side. In front of the pool chairs there, one of them, which I hadn't seen was being used earlier.
How did I not see it??
I watched him say some more things on the phone. Typing a few times, then dropping the call and bending over to carefully tuck the phone away like it had been. His arms stretching out, muscles on the back, the waist, all of it contracting. His stupid swim shorts hanging so low, so dangerously that you could practically see the outline that goes all the way down! Down to the place that I really shouldn't be looking at, but God!
He turned around then. Striking me full fledged with the view. The complete view, everything showing but yet not showing. The thighs leaving nothing to the imagination. My imagination!
"Nope." I swallowed, "Definitely not imagining it. I'm definitely not imagining this right now."
I sat up immediately. Putting my glass down, burning hot all over, suddenly self conscious. And in that moment he walked, for sure able to see me now. I readied myself.
But guess what?
He didn't.
He didn't see me.
The man just walked right back into the pool from the side, not paying me any mind at all.
To my very own surprise, and well yours! I mean, aren't you surprised?? Was I invisible or something? Did he somehow have clogs in his eyes? Something that stops him from seeing that which was in his environment? Much less his line of sight??
I mean, how invisible can a woman be?!
"You're kidding." I watched him swim, starstruck. Not believing any of it, but he was serious. Seriously swimming. Backstroke, freestyle, elementary backstroke...all of them that you could think of.
And with every style, his muscles flexed greatly. In ways that I had never noticed a man's body could move before.
Not like I'd watched more men swim or something, but...
You get what I mean.
He may be blind, or acting like one, but I wasn't. I could definitely see. Like SEE. I could see every little bit and some more!
"Oh," I perked up as he flipped. Flipped at one end of the pool, pushing him yet again forward. This time his back directly on the water, his face looking to the sky. As well as many other 'parts' of him.
But hold on,
Quick question.
A person who watches his/her neighbour while they're in...'questionable circumstances'... What do you call that person?
Not a pervert , right?
I mean, in this situation, I was all on my own minding my business, sipping wine. Then came the entertainment!
The pure entertainment.
"Oh!" I gripped my seat, thighs squeezed together as he stood up again. This time from the back. Giving the back view. "Is this man trying to seduce or what's going on here exactly??"
He squeezed his hair. Squeezed his shorts, pulling them even tighter, closer to skin, hugging the skin. The damned smooth ass he had!
"He's definitely giving lessons at Oxygen," I gulped, sweating. For no reason at all. "He is definitely giving those escort guys lessons at Oxygen, cause what is this??"
This is the point where you look away, Alina.
Look. Away.
Look away!
But still I remained frozen. Staring. Admiring. My mind reeling, taking notes, storing details, details that I had no business noting in the first place!
He was an attractive man. Very attractive.
Yet again, he's always been fine. So fucking much that I lost my senses and agreed to go out with him after highschool.
So fucking fine.
And that was then. Imagine what he was now.
Probably 10 times more appealing? 20? About 100 times more?? More trouble than peace...more eye-catching, nerve wrecking, dangerous and totally not good news with all those serpent and raven tattoos running through his shoulder blades down to his abdomen. Both on front and back.
Intriguing. Very intriguing but not too much.
He was all the wrong the wrong things, and I really shouldn't keep staring but here I was.
Here. I. Was.
"I bet he's way bigger too," I found myself muttering, imagining it. My eyes slowly drifting shut, imagining him. Him and the water. His shorts getting pulled down, framing his center, framing his cock.
Fuck.
He was bigger. Way bigger than before, I just knew it.
I knew it!
But hold on, since when I did start imagining him? Imagining him in such graphic details, and in daytime too!
My eyes flew open then. Stunned with myself. And this time, his eyes were directly on me now. Finally seeing me, noting my presence and-
Watching me squeeze my thighs together while imagining something so horrendous in my mind! Fuck!!
He stood up from the pool then, wanting to flow to my direction. To me.
None can do mister.
"I must be out of my mind sitting here all this while," I cried in disbelief, staring at my curled toes. Instantly I pulled my thighs apart, sharp air hitting my core. Reminding me I was in nothing but a bikini. A stupidly flimsy bikini!
And he was heading towards me.
No.
No!
I pushed myself off my seat then, quick. Grabbing what little was my stuff, my drink, him reaching me now but still in the pool.
And before he could let out a word, I dashed off.
Running away.
Stupidly.
Embarrassingly.
But I'd rather be embarrassed than sit there to explain what I'd been doing all this while he's been swimming. I'd rather be embarrassed by running.
"Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God!" I kept lamenting over and over as the elevator switched me between floors. Taking me to my bedroom.
Once it opened, I jumped like the space was hot. Instantly throwing off everything that I'd been with, breathless. Panicking, and very hot on the inside.
Very hot between my thighs.
"I need relief," I confessed shamelessly, "I need something, I need It now."
I moved directly into the main bedroom, grabbing the purple ball-like device. Heading into the bathroom from there. Stripped down, turned on the shower, relaxed in the jacuzzi and then turned the shit on.
"It's my hormones. It's all my hormones...it has n
othing to do with him. Nothing."
With that, I pushed it directly at the place that needed most. Instantly groaning out in pleasure in pleasure, gripping the bath, my toes curling.
"Oh my world!"