Chapter 41

Raymond’s POV

 

Lyla thought that I was Darwin.

            I can only say one word: fuck.

            She’s good. Well, she’s always been this good. But the feeling of her tongue playing me is epic. Tasty and insane, but darkly delicious.

            I don’t know if she’s only acting by seeing me as Darwin. I can say that she has finally wanted to reconnect back with me.

            Through this. Through this enactment or whatsoever that women call. Oh yes, I know the words: role playing.

            She’s roleplaying that she sees me as her former boss. But why? Or perhaps she’s—

            “You still taste good, Darwin…”

            I should tell her, before she delves further.

            “Lyla…”  I sing her name, sending it into the cool breeze of the night. I wanted to stop her. But my heart says otherwise.

            Forbidden things are more delicious as they say.

            I looked up to see Darwin staring right at us.

            “Ehem!”

            She immediately spit me out upon realizing the situation.

            “You bastard!” Yes, she slapped me. She slapped me with her words and her hand. “You could’ve told me earlier!!!”

            Women are indeed enigmatic, confusing. “I tried to but it was you who shut me up.”

            “Guys, guys…” Darwin walked toward us in his red-and-white floral beach attire. “Please, have some respect for the island and passersby. Get a freaking room!”

            “I’m sorry.” It was me who apologized in place of Lyla. “We will be going now—”

            “No!” Lyla protested. “I was supposed to seduce Darwin!”

            She faced him with eyes of utter sadness and longing. “I loved you, Darwin. You obviously know that. You might not return it but I still wished that someday, you will see me for what I am.”

            Darwin probably already knew as he just shook his head. “Lyla…I did see you for what you are. A woman who deserves a man who will care for you. I already have a woman that I cared for. I cannot serve two masters at the same time.”

            But she still walked up to him to seduce him the second time. But Darwin’s words intervened, “Go back to your ex.”

            That was all the Gray C.E.O. said as he vanished beyond the palm trees. I couldn’t agree more to what he said.

            But it’s Lyla Roberts’ choice if she wants to be back to the man who already knew her scent, her favorite position in bed, her preferred time of making out—me.

            And I guess that’s why she left me. Lyla easily gets bored and is always on the lookout for something new, someone new to her taste.

            But I still loved her. I accepted her for what she is…but there are just things in life that don't reciprocate to you.

            Glaring and pouting at me, she turned her back and tried to walk into the still-partying people.

            Kevin and Gyzell just recently announced that they are going to Italy for vacation and I’m kind of jealous. Hope that Lyla will agree if I ever invite her to France.

            “Lyla, wait!” she stopped, but didn’t turn her heel on me. “I want to talk to you.”

            “For what? Did you literally believe what Darwin just said to you? What makes you think that I will go back to your lips.”

            “Because I’m richer than you. Second, I have more influence on people than a mere secretary like you.”

            “Mere? You call your ex-girlfriend a ‘mere secretary’? And you still think that I want us to be back when you can’t even fix that air-filled head of yours!”

            “I know I am arrogant. But I have something to brag about in the first place.” I smirked at her, like a schoolboy desperate to catch his crush’s attention.

            “Please, Lyla. Let us give each other a chance,” I muttered. “Perhaps it will work this time.”

            “It’s only perhaps. There’s no guarantee that we will work a hundred percent,” she then rolled her eyes; her nose flaring.

            “But there is also no assurance that we will not work,” I countered with a freaking grin.

            She blushed. I leaned closer.

            “Please,” I breathed. I will beg if I must. “Come back to me. I may not be new in your eyes but I can make everything new for you in a snap of a finger.”

            Lyla snorted. “How?”

            “Money is more powerful than you think. And if you have tons of it, people treat you like a god. Money is not only the emblem of success, it is also a marker of people to treat you with greater respect.”

            She was speechless at those deep words of mine. Frankly speaking, I want this connection between us to be much more than what meets the surface. I want me and Lyla’s bond to be deeper.

            Clenching her face, I let the wind undress her. My hands are hungry for her smooth, milky-white skin. She was the diamond of the night, the beacon amidst the colors of the sunless sky.

            I didn’t hide my desire. I did not stop my cravings for her because there is nothing to be ashamed of in the first place. If you love someone, there is no reason why you should hide it to the rest of the world.

            “Please, Lyla.”

            I was shocked, though not really, as she closed her eyes. “Go. Do what you must, what you want.”

            The crashing of the waves behind us made me smile. I lay her in the sand, and she gleefully opened for me.

            The crabs immediately crawl away as if they knew they would witness people making fondue by the sea.

            One look at her and she unclothed the covering of her bosom. Touching the beautiful womanly curves of her, I then began to explore inside her.

            Then I dig deeper.