♥ Chapter 33♥
Elara Sinclair.
09:00 "Hotel." New York. "USA.
I wake up to the brightness of the room, sighing and looking to my side, not finding Axel.
"Axel?" I call out, but there's no answer.
Where did he go?
I sit up in bed and let out a sigh, feeling a bit of discomfort in my intimacy. But I can't deny last night was wonderful, the way he controlled the sex.
"Good morning." I get startled and see him entering the room.
"Where did you go?" I ask, confused that he didn't wake me.
"I went to buy something for us to eat before we go to the beach." He shows the food bag.
He approaches me and gives me a quick kiss on the lips.
"How are you feeling?" He asks, caressing my cheek with his thumb.
"I feel a bit of discomfort in my intimacy, but nothing major. And you?" He gives a small smile.
"I'm fine, last night was amazing." I smile softly. "Do you want to eat first or take a bath?"
"Eat, so we can get everything done and go to the beach."
"Very well."
He opens the bag and takes out a burger, and we start eating calmly.
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"Why do we have to walk? We could have taken a taxi." I complain, making him laugh.
"Walking is good for your health." I stick my tongue out at him, and he kisses me.
"Come on, love, the beach is close to the hotel, a little walk won't hurt."
"I'm a couch potato." He laughs loudly in the middle of the street. "Axel, shut up." He keeps laughing.
"Love, ignore others, I'm happy to have you here with me. Nothing will change my mood." I smile softly.
We keep walking, and soon I start to smell the salty sea.
"What a nice smell." I close my eyes, feeling the breeze against my face.
"Come on." He pulls me, and soon I see the sea.
"Oh my, it's so beautiful here!!" I shout excitedly, making him laugh.
"If any of my men saw me now, they would say this isn't me." I look at him, confused. "Because by your side, it's easier for me to laugh, love."
I hold his face and kiss him.
"And I'll keep making you laugh."
"I'm counting on it." He intertwines our fingers.
We head to the sand.
"I'm not renting the chairs, so I brought a towel."
"The hotel towel?" He nods with a smile.
I start getting organized and take off my shirt, staying in the bikini I bought with my mom before coming on the trip.
"Ah, this is wonderful." I say, closing my eyes, enjoying the feeling.
"You can go for a swim first, love. I'll stay here watching our stuff."
"Alright." I kiss his lips quickly and run to the water.
The wave crashes against my body, I dive and soon resurface.
Wow, this feels so good. This good sensation running through my body.
I see some people surfing in the distance, I find it very cool.
I look at the beach and see Axel shirtless, tanning, and I feel jealous seeing some women looking at what's mine.
I leave the water quickly and walk towards Axel, sitting on his lap and kissing him without further ado. He sighs, surprised by the kiss, but doesn't deny it. His hands squeeze my hips as I continue kissing him in front of those women.
He's mine, bitches!!
I break the kiss, and he looks at me, surprised.
"What was that?" He asks, surprised.
"Nothing, I just wanted to kiss you." I say, lying.
He looks to the side, and I follow his gaze, seeing those women now looking at us, surprised.
"Got it now." I pout and cross my arms.
"They were looking at your body, and it's mine." I say, making him smile.
"I know that, love. No one attracts me more than you." He kisses my cheek. "Now I'm all wet."
"You can go for a swim now." I slide off him to the side.
"Alright."
He gets up.
"And if any woman approaches, stay far away from her!" I order, making him laugh.
"Yes, ma'am." He kisses my forehead and heads to the sea.
I sigh at this, not liking people looking at what's mine. I grab my phone and take several pictures of Axel swimming, zooming in on the photos to see his delicious abs.
"Hey, you." I get startled by a guy's voice, looking at him, confused. "What do you think you're doing, showing off like that? This is a beach, not a place for pornography."
"What? We're just kissing, idiot." I say, already stressed.
"What did you say, damn it? What a strange accent is that? A foreigner. You better go back to the trash of your country."
Oh, he didn't say that. No one calls my country trash.
"What did you say, jerk? If you don't have someone to kiss, don't bother others."
"You bitch!"
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