CHAPTER 77

CHAPTER 77
ALEC'S POV

I stood there and massaged my temples, wishing the blooming headache away, but if wishes were horses, men would ride.

It was not even noon yet, and today was already going to shit. I could never understand women. Carla was an enigma that fucked with my head. I wanted her. I could see myself loving her, but she made it so hard. I almost went insane when I couldn’t find her on the beach, only to find her asleep, so vulnerable. She could have been hurt.

I sat down on the stool and caught my breath.

My phone beeped, and I gritted my jaw when I saw it was another text from Elizabeth. Elizabeth and I had history, but that was all it would be, history. Elizabeth wasn’t the only person I’d slept with, but Carla changed everything. I wasn’t interested anymore. I wanted Carla. Carla embodied everything I adored in a woman. Her bravery was truly remarkable, and she was a wonderful mother.

Carla was all I wanted, but I knew she would be the death of me, evidently.

I ignored Elizabeth and sent a text to my brother – Mission Report immediately, you can.

Then, I stood up and walked to the bedroom. I knocked on the door before entering. Carla was on the bed, reading a book.

“Hey.” She smiled at me, and I cleared my throat, “Are you busy? Do you want to train with me?”

Her eyes lit up like a Christmas tree. “Train with you? Of course I want to. What are we doing?” She practically jumped off the bed.

“A bit of cardio.” I shrugged, and her smile fell off, “C – Cardio? Like jumping and running? I thought you said training.”

I couldn’t help but smile, “What do you think training is? You have to build the strength first, strengthen your core, build muscle, make your body intact, before we jump to actual fighting.” I explained.

“Well, count me out.” She scoffed and flopped on the bed.

I walked closer to her, crossed my arms and leaned on the wall.

“You want to train? You want to fight me? Alright then, Carla. Let’s tussle. If you get a punch in, then we do it your way, but if you don’t, then we do it my way.” I declared, watching her.

“Hm,” She mused, crossing her legs, a smile on her beautiful lips.

“Don’t be a chicken.” I taunted, grinning, and she chuckled, “I see what you are doing?”

“Well, is it working?”

“Definitely. Come on, big boy. I’m getting punches in.” She warned, and I threw my head back in laughter.

Twenty minutes later, we were in the backyard, and I realised my grave error. She had changed into tights and a bralette. I frowned, looking at her body. The bralette struggled to contain her overflowing breasts. It was firm and perky, just so beautiful. Her hair was packed in a ponytail, giving me a view of her neck. I clenched my jaw as my gaze dragged lower to her legs.

“Having second thoughts?” She asked, her eyes flashing with delight and mischief. She knew what she was doing and was being very intentional.

Two could play this game, then. Easily, I pulled off my tee, giving her a view of my chiselled body. I trained hard. I worked out five times a week. I had a perfectly constructed diet. Everything I’d put into my body paid off, just from the gobsmacked look on her face.

“Are you ready?” I asked, and she nodded slowly, her gaze lingering on my body.

Holding back, I lunged at her, and she staggered backwards. A look of sheer determination filled her face, and she lunged back at him, swaying her hands in the air, like chicken hands. Easily, I dodged every attack, swerving, turning, and moving.

“You are not even fighting back. It’s embarrassing!” She panted, and I smirked, “Embarrassing for who?”

“Fight back!” She snarled, trying to get a kick in, but failing.

“You really should be careful what you ask for,” I whispered and moved. In a matter of seconds, I had her pinned against the wall. She grunted, but there was no escape for her.

“Cardio, Carla. We have to start from the beginning. You don’t know how to fight, and it's nothing to be ashamed of. We have a couple of days left, and we can start if you want to. You can’t just jump to –”

Desire shot through me like venom, cutting me off. I realised she was grinding her ass into my crotch.

“Carla,” I grunted, one hand on her hip, holding her in place.

“What’s the matter?” She asked innocently, but her hip was still moving, pressing against my hard dick.

“Carla,” I grunted, my brain blanking. I wrapped my arms around her midriff, pulling her closer. She was grinding against me like a fucking pornstar. There were no thoughts left in my head, just my throbbing dick against her perfect ass.

“Why don’t you blow off a little steam? You’ve been working so hard. I can help.” Slowly, she turned around, my grip on her falling away, and my gaze connected with hers, finding nothing but lust.

“Carla, this will … it will complicate things,” I whispered, resting my hand against the wall as I looked at her. The height and size difference between us was messing with me. I would fucking devour and shatter her. She should be scared of me, but she wasn’t.

“If it happens on the Island, then it didn’t happen. We are grown-ups.” She blinked at me, biting her lower lip.

“Do you want me to beg for your cock, Alec? Is that what you want? Is this a power trip because I can beg?” She flashed a grin, then she sank to the ground.

“Fuck it.” I snapped like a rubber band and pulled her up, only to throw her over my shoulders.

If it happened on the Island, then it didn’t happen.