Found

Danner suspects I've made friends and is watching me closely.
That's why I've been avoiding Aziel for the last few days, I don't want him to get in trouble with this possessive devil. Ever since I met Aziel, I've often wondered if Danner was telling the truth, if we're really engaged. I don't feel anything for him at all, while I met Aziel less than a week ago and am already so attracted to him. And from the look in his eyes, the way he touches me, I know he finds me attractive too.
The day we spent swimming on the island was fabulous.
His hand kept going to my waist, it was as if he was used to doing that. And me, like a magnet, I kept looking for his body, to lean against, to put my head on while they were chatting, it's unbelievable. Sometimes I also feel like he's met me before. I feel so good with him, he is like my soulmate.
Come to think of it, I've asked him more than once if he's known me before and each time he has brushed off my question. That's strange. And Andre often gives me such a piercing look, it's as if he wants to make something clear to me. But I also feel comfortable with him, even though I don't really know him. Is there something wrong with these guys or am I just desperate for friendships?
In any case, I find Aziel's proposal to start my life over on one of the islands is very appealing. What I know for sure is that I don't want to stay with Danner, I don't get any positive vibes when I'm with him and living on a boat isn't alluring. Today Danner will play poker with some friends and I have some space to escape his watchful eye. I want to see Aziel today, look into those blue eyes again that seem to re-energize my soul. And when I see him, I can press my face back into his chest, feel his hands in my hair as he holds me tight to him. This man is addictive, the thought of having him close to me every day is a dream I dare not believe.
Ooohh, why don't I just admit it? I'm madly in love with that guy. He is sexy as hell, so manly and mature. And as it also appears very rich, I saw him pay with a black credit card, only the very rich can do that.
As I now leave the hotel with Danner, we suddenly hear a loud siren. This is the well-known mooring jetty alarm to alert boats at sea of impending doom. Danner takes my hand and runs with me toward the dock. The Midnight Star is parked closer to the hotel so we can still walk to it. “Let's see if our boat is still firmly moored, Loraine. There is probably a storm at sea, but the waves are very high up to here," he says breathlessly from running.
Storm? I look behind me, expecting to see Aziel and Andre running to check on their boat. The captain is there, but they must still want to know if everything is okay. But I don't see them anywhere.
We see the Midnight Star happily rocking in the water when we get to the dock. Due to the tumultuous waves, the dockworkers brought in materials to prevent the boats from colliding. I still don't see anything from Aziel. I quickly let go of Danner's hand and walk to the side where their boat should be harbored. Much to my horror, their place is empty, which means they have set sail. My heart is beating madly, I want to know if they are safe or if they have encountered the storm.
I quickly go to the contact center of the Coast Guard, it’s a cabin with all kinds of radios. I listen in for a while, hoping to catch something about Andre's boat. When one of the men is free, I quickly walk over to him. “Sir, may I ask you something? One of my neighbors at the hotel has set out on his boat. Andre is the owner and the captain’s name is Michel. Do you know anything about that boat?” I ask him urgently. I grab him by the sleeve, forcing him to focus on me.
“Are you family or else?” he asks cautiously. Something in his voice puts me on alert, something is going on. “We're staying in the same hotel, they're our neighbors,” I let him know.
“Well, we just received a report from that boat that a passenger has fallen into the sea. We have directed some ships there, but there are also other smaller boats further out to sea that need help,” he explains apologetically. “We hope we can find the man who is overboard soon so that we can continue to assist others.”
The blood creeps from my face, my sixth sense sounds the alarm. “Has it also been reported who the person who fell overboard is?” I ask, stiff with fear. The man probably thinks I'm just showing sympathy for people I happened to meet at the hotel. Which is actually partially true.
The uniformed man walks back into the cabin, reads the notes, and returns to me. "It has been reported that one named Aziel Renegade is still missing."
My gut had already prepared me for this announcement.
The man has barely finished speaking when I turn, run to the pier where it is now crowded with interested parties and relatives of people on the missing boats. Without thinking, I jump into one of the waiting speedboats with water and food onboard. I don't know where my knowledge of steering the boat comes from, but I know how to push the right buttons and find the trench within the waves. Without missing out I know which direction to go, with the highest probability they have sailed to the deserted island where I earlier went with Aziel.
After about half an hour of sailing, I see the yacht bobbing, looking with flashlights over the water surface. They can't use the lifeboats in the raging sea, so they have to rely on Coast Guard barges to handle the high waves. I follow the direction of the wind and the movement of the waves. I let the boat go with the waves at low speed, hoping it would take me in the direction where Aziel is floating in the sea. Hopefully, he had at least a life jacket on. After another fifteen minutes on the waves, I now have the direction and go ahead with them at medium speed. After ten minutes, when I look behind me, I can no longer see the yacht, only a few points of light from the flashlights. I go further and further, then turn back with a big bend to clearly define the area in which I search.
Suddenly I hear the engine stutter. Oooohh Goodness, not now! My suspicion is confirmed when I look at the fuel gauge. Empty! Despair begins to bubble up inside me, without fuel it is impossible to continue the search. I examine the boat and indeed come across a paddle. It amazes me that I know exactly where to look as if I've been in a speedboat before.
I leave the musings behind and start the wicked method of still getting ahead. With these high waves, it's one meter ahead and three back. My shoulder is just beginning to give up when I see a life jacket floating horizontally in front of me. “Aziel, Aziel”, I scream as I frantically play the paddle. I hear a soft moan, enough to know that I've found him.



I Am Love, Mr. Billionaire!
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