Hundred and fifty

Hundred and fifty
Angelina's POV

" It's fucking not okay but if you want to, I won't stop you." He said and I kissed him on the lips before running inside to change. It's beautiful out here and the waters were calm, I wouldn't want to miss out on this.
I changed into a black bikini to match his black outfits. I ran back out, he stood by the shore, as if he sensed me, he turned back to me and his eyes remained on me for what felt like forever.
" You look fucking perfect." He whispered but I heard him." Like what you see?" I turned around giving him a three sixty turn.
" I love what I see. Damn it!" He held onto my slim waist with both his hands." Maybe we should swim together." I suggested. He didn't reply but instead of waiting for his reply I dragged him with me into the cold seat.
One of his men walked over and collected his phone and his shirt.
His perfect abs are now staring at me.
I pushed my hair from my face, and I watched as he walked further towards me in the sea.
" What do you want to do?" I licked my bottom lip." Maybe we should start with a kiss." I didn't wait and slammed his lips on mine.
He kissed gently at first, his lips on mine slowly and suddenly passionately. We stood in the sea, the waves crushing into us with his hands clapped around my waist.
My chest pressed against his firm ones. I let out a harsh breath immediately he pulled away.
" It's peaceful around here," I said.
" We can come around anything you want." He promised and I leaned up to kiss him." I would love to come back here."
We had a great time swimming. It was the best date ever, we shared a good time together.

Arnold's POV

She said she didn't trust my men but I knew she was kidding.
Her banter with Marco started long before so I was getting used to it.
Her sharp tongue and disrespectful nature seemed to not intrigue only me but my men as well.
Marco enjoys exchanging words with her, her pause, and her words everything feels bold and indulging. It was impossible to not be amused.
What the fuck was I even amused about? She was the only woman, the only girl that makes me go down on my knees to pleasure her. The only fucking woman that I have ever said sorry to.
It was the first time I let my guard down, no gun, just me in black pant and it was because of her.
I wanted to give her a great experience and she already loved what she was seeing. She was fascinated by the place's uniqueness.
And I wanted to do more, seeing her this happy makes me want to do more for her.
After spending an incredible time at the beach we headed back inside the only villa on the island.
We took a shower together and went to the kitchen to make something for us. She enjoys my cooking and I would make sure she gets enough of it.
" You know I can't cook?" She wasn't asking by I nodded." Does it matter?" I asked." I was going to ask you the same." She walked behind me and wrapped her hands around my waist." I have enough maids at the mansion." I replied resuming the slicing of the vegetables.
She didn't say anything again, and I felt her head leaning on my back." But I can bake something delicious. What do you think of cookies?" She asked and I turned to my side.
" I will start after we finish eating." She cut off and I raised a brow.
I made an Italian pasta and she enjoyed every bit of it.
After having lunch we rested on the huge couch that sat at the corner of the living room, the glass window shows a perfect view of the forest ahead.
Angelina was lying on my chest when my cell phone started ringing.
I checked who it was before shoving it back in my pocket, it was my grandfather's doctor.
" Who is that?"
" No one."
" Maybe you should pick." I met her gaze for a few seconds before pulling out my phone and calling the man back.
I listened to him before hanging up the call.
" My grandfather's doctor," I explained.
I was trying to be the man she wanted, no lying or hiding things from her. I wanted this to work, I wanted her to agree to come back to me and I was willing to make that possible.
" Is he okay?"
" You want him to be okay?" I narrowed my eyes, amusement flashed in my gaze." Yes."
" You have no idea what you are wishing for." I picked the glass of wine and took a sip." I know he doesn't like me but will his death change anything?"
" A lot." I told her and she frowned " What do you mean?" I let out a sigh.
" You promised to bake cookies." I reminded. She stared silently at me before getting on her feet.
I followed her in the kitchen, she didn't want me to help her, so I sat on the stool watching her find her way around the kitchen.
She pulled out some ingredients from the shelf and some from the freezer.
She seemed aware of what she was doing.
I sipped my drink, and her perfect legs walked around the kitchen. The urge to fucking go and grab her and sit her on the kitchen table made me hard, the front of my pants tightened.
" I will bake for thirty minutes." Her sweet voice made me look up at her excited face.
She shoved the tray of cookies in the oven and turned to me with a smile." I promise you will like it." She strode over to me and I took the chance, I pinned her to the counter table and buried my face in her neck." You smell fucking beautiful." I growled.
In the sea, I forced myself to not fuck her in the water and in front of my men.
It was hard, fucking hard but I made it.
And now, seeing those legs and her perfect ass drives me insane.
" You smell perfect too." He loved my scent, I knew that.
" Fuck, Angelina, I can't get enough of you." I snarled my teeth creasing her skin and my palm ran down to her perfect ass.
" I'm sorry, we have to leave tomorrow morning," I whispered and she stiffened.
" I promised, we will come back whenever you want to."
" Why tomorrow?" She asked.
" My grandfather," I said and she pulled back." What happened?" A flash of sadness appeared in her eyes the moment she met my cold gaze.