Chapter 30 Pervert
Daxton
~Monaco~
I squirted a generous amount of lotion onto my palm and made a smooth rub down Verena's sun-kissed back, tracing every curve with my fingers before they rested on the soft cheeks of her ass. “This is so good,” she moaned softly.
“Should have let me apply sooner,”
She let out a small laugh. “I didn’t because you have an ulterior motive and don’t you seem to enjoy this too much, you have been applying lotion to the same part,”
A mischievous smile graced my lips as my fingers glided from her ass to the backs of her thighs while she inhaled sharply. “I have to pay more attention to the best part. Simply doing my job”
“I feel like I want to see you in a bikini every time.”
Verena sighed. “You are so freaky. The reason I made you apply lotion to my back is to help me concentrate better on the novel I am reading. But you keep getting into my head."
“And filling it with lustful thoughts, right?”
She shifted onto her back, propping herself on her elbow, and for a second, all she did was narrow her eyes on me before she opened her arms wide. “Come here, cuddle with me."
Soon I was in her arms, with my head pressed to her chest and the warmth from her body that seeped into mine was beyond anything that I have ever felt before. With a hand around my neck, casually holding the book she was engrossed in, another hand threaded through my hair, calming and grounding me.
The only time her fingers left my hair was when she flipped through her book.
“Daxton—” she called.
“Yes, Princess” I craned my head up to look at her.
“This is the fifth day since we have arrived here and contrary to what you said about us being here for business, we have done nothing related to that,”
Business in Monaco? Huff!
It was just a ploy to get her to come with me without any questions. I have come to notice that she was more of a workaholic. She took this job more seriously than I expected.
My only plan was to keep her next to me. Not work her to death.
My fingers traced her curves, slipping under the band of her thong bikini bottom. Her heart started beating rapidly as her breathing hitched. “I mean, the reason you are here is that you are my assistant. So it is still business-related. "
“Business. More like we are vacationing!” She huffed.
“Is it?” I acted clueless and slowly trailed my fingers up and down her hips.
“Yes, it is,”
“But we have a business-related dinner party. Doesn’t it count as work?”
She pressed a finger to her bottom lip, flitting her eyes around like she was pondering my words. “Does it?”
I chuckled, moved closer to kiss her on the lips and I was about to rest my head on her chest when she suddenly set her book down on the table, gripped my head, and sniffed my hair.
Oh shit!
“Why does your hair smell peony—” She paused for a second. “Almost like my shampoo!”
I forced out an awkward laugh. “Maybe because it is”
Her lips parted, and all she did was blink at me before she wriggled a finger at me. “I noticed that the quantity was reduced. So, it was you. Why would you use my shampoo?”
“I love the way your hair smells,”
If I told her — using it made it feel like our souls were enwrapped together like complete pieces to a puzzle, like her presence clung to mine even when she wasn’t holding my hands — would she think I was mentally fucked up?
Even though my therapist had never judged my spiraling feelings towards Verena, I couldn’t help but feel that she thought I was crazy.
I mean, the things I told her about Verena were crazy enough.
How it would feel to lock her up and cuff her to my bed as long as it meant keeping her next to me forever?
The feelings that I had for her were dangerous, consuming, and intense.
Was I in love with her? Could this be what that feeling felt like?
“But I love the way your hair smells,”
I stared lovingly at her. “Really? Then I am back to using mine and—”
My phone vibrated on the table to my left. Verena helped in reaching for it as she briefly glanced at it before she handed it to me. “Mr Thomas, isn’t he the C.E.O. managing the hotel branch in Vietnam?”
I nodded, moving away, but not without pressing a kiss to my princess’s forehead and basking in that damn scent.
The call lasted longer than I had intended or even expected.
Management issues here and there. Another scandal—A fight broke out between two streamers in the hallway and amidst fighting, one had hurled a bottle of wine, but the person dodged it and it landed on the minister's daughter's head instead. She was just coming out of the elevator.
I sucked in a deep breath, even though I knew it did nothing to calm the storm brewing inside of me. Getting mad would ruin my day. And a gloomy look would ruin Verena’s day.
Couldn’t lose it because of her.
“I will be in touch with the minister and take responsibility. Make sure that the news doesn’t get to the public. Fire the hotel manager who was on duty. Take actions against those streamers, but discreetly. And last, never call me for the things that you can handle on your own, Thomas!”
“I apologize for—” I hung up on him.
I turned, eyes landing on Verena, who was lying on her stomach, both hands tucked under her head, and my face broke into a smile. It didn’t take her long to fall asleep whenever she was in that position, so I figured out that she was.
I was about to take a step when I noticed someone hovering around suspiciously. He smiled awkwardly at those who walked past him and when he thought the coast was clear, he whipped out his phone and secretly took pictures of an unaware Verena.
Fucking Pervert!
Taking pictures of her? He was definitely not getting away with this.
Dark fury twisted my face and while he was engrossed with what he was doing, I threw a punch that sent him stumbling back. The phone fell from his hand.
“What the hell, man!” He groaned, swiping at the blood streaming underneath his nostrils as he cussed under his breath.
I grabbed the phone from the ground, scrolling through the pictures that this creep had taken of her and many other women.
Verena, who had been startled awake, clung to my side.
She gasped, her hands flying to her mouth. “This creep…” Her voice was barely a whisper.
I deleted the pictures and handed him over to the authorities. As I helped in tying the Sarong around Verena’s waist, I couldn’t help the thoughts that kept coming in—
If I had gotten a more private place or bought her an island to keep her away from these creeps, this would have never happened. She could even swim naked.
I knew what to do next. Whatever happened earlier must never be repeated because if it weren’t because the man—no, the boy.
He was actually nineteen. If he weren't under twenty, he would have left with a broken limb or ended up the way perverts like him did.