Chapter 7
A New Love
“Wake up, sleepyhead.”
I woke up to the sound of Julian’s voice, feeling the warmth of the sun on my bare skin. I opened my eyes and squinted. Julian had opened his curtains. His windows were all glass, and I could see the ocean view.
“I missed the sunrise.”
“I let you sleep in. You looked exhausted.” Julian was already in his boxers, standing by the foot of the bed and carrying a tray.
“Well, after last night, I should be.” I smiled.
Julian set a tray filled with pancakes, eggs, bacon, and coffee on the bed in front of me. I sat up but I was still sleepy.
“I didn’t know what you wanted so I cooked everything.” He kissed me on the lips.
“You’re so sweet, Julian.”
“What do you want to do today?” He looked so handsome, with his disheveled hair and unshaven jaw.
“Let’s explore the island.”
“We can do that. Where do you want to go?”
“Just show me around,” I suggested. I cut the pancake with the fork and ate a piece. It tasted like a restaurant-quality pancake. I ate the bacon with my hands. The egg was sunny side up, which I liked.
“Do you like the food?”
“This is good. I feel spoiled.”
“In my house, you’re the princess.”
“You’re not going to eat?” I invited him to eat his food. At first, he declined but soon caved in and bent down to take a bite of the bacon.
“I’m going on a brief run. I’ll just have this protein shake,” he said. “Feel free to use the bathroom and take a shower.”
“Okay.”
I was still naked, but I felt comfortable walking around with no clothes on. After finishing the breakfast and coffee, I took the tray downstairs to the kitchen. Being a nice houseguest, I washed the plate, the fork, the knife and the mug. Then, I went to the pool area and inhaled the ocean breeze. It was around 7 a.m., and the sun had gotten brighter. I allowed myself to just take in the spectacular view. I took a deep breath before I went back inside to use the bathroom.
Julian’s bathroom was enormous. He had a tub and a walk-in shower with a big round shower head. The floors were marble so it was cold to walk on my bare feet. I took a warm shower and relished the water on my skin. Julian had shampoo and conditioner, which luckily, had a neutral scent that wasn’t masculine and overpowering. His body wash had a masculine scent though that smelled good on Julian but not on me. I used it anyway. He had clean, unused white towels, and I toweled myself dry. I wrapped it around myself before stepping out of the shower.
I heard Julian’s footsteps and turned around, and there he was, standing in front of me, perspiring from his run.
He was looking at me with the same intensity as last night. He stepped closer to me and took off my towel.
“Take a shower with me,” he said and started taking off his clothes.
It wasn’t even a suggestion; it was an order. He kissed me on the lips, and we walked in his shower. He gently pushed me against the wall with my back to him. Just his kiss was enough for me to get wet. So when he entered me from behind, I was already slick that it was easy for him to slip inside me. With a few thrusts, I was in ecstasy again. This time, he started rubbing my clitoris, which made me even more moist. I was dripping. He pushed against me with such force, I started giving out a yelp.
“Are you okay?” He stopped what he was doing.
“No, it feels good. Please push harder. I want it rough.”
That was his signal to pump even harder and harder, faster and faster, until he came into me. I climaxed with him. I felt my insides pulsating with pleasure.
After our lovemaking, we took a shower together. I lathered his body with soap, and he lathered mine. He rubbed my breasts with his hands, squeezing them. I rubbed his member with my hands, and, already, I could feel it harden again.
“You know, we can do this all day,” Julian said and kissed me on the lips.
“I wouldn’t mind.”
After our shower, we patted each other dry with a towel. He carried me, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. He threw me on the bed, which surprised me. And then, he laid on top of me and started biting my shoulder, my nipples, and my inner thighs. Then, he sucked on my pussy. I placed my hands on his head, pulling him closer. I wished he’d never stop eating me.
He was hard again, so he thrust into me and fucked me with so much intensity that I let out a cry. But it was a pleasurable pain. I came again, and this time, I dug my nails into his back. He was such a good lover, and every movement of his hips took me to peaks of ecstasy. When he came inside me again, this time he collapsed on top of me.
“I think you’ll wear me out if we do this again.”
I laughed and stared into his beautiful blue eyes. “Fuck me in every corner of your house. Fuck me raw until I hurt.”
“I will. I really will.”
Julian and I took a quick nap and woke up at noon.
“You still want to go out?” he asked.
“Yeah, I mean, I’d love to stay here with you all day, but we have got to do something productive.”
“So, what we’re doing is not productive?” He pretended to be hurt.
“Well, it is, but I’m getting sore down there. You’re huge.”
“And you’re tight. I like that about you. You have the tightest pussy.”
“You must stop talking like that. I’m getting wet again.”
He bit my lip. “Good. I like you wet.” He stuck his index finger inside my pussy, took it out and licked it. “You taste good too.”
Julian wanted to take me on a short hike to a waterfall called Seven Sisters. Getting ready, he put on a Hawaiian shirt, dark-colored boxers, and khaki pants. I told Julian I had to go to a clothing store so I could get new clothes and a swimsuit. After he grabbed two large bottles, his swimwear, and some snacks, we hopped on his jeep to go to the closest clothing store, which was fifteen minutes away.
The clothing store sold dresses, swimsuits, t-shirts, pants, and underwear. Opting for a T-shirt and pants that suited me well, I also grabbed a couple of pairs of underwear. I didn’t even care about the color, and just wanted to get out of my clothes. I also got a yellow cotton dress and a swimsuit. Along with that, I got some sandals with Velcro straps that looked stronger than the flip-flops I had been wearing. Using my credit card, I made the payment for my purchases.
In the dressing room, I changed into the swimsuit and wore the T-shirt and pants on top of it. I also slipped out of my flip-flops and wore the sandals. These were something I would never wear ordinarily, but they would suffice. I placed my worn dress, underwear, and flip-flops into a plastic bag.
The ride to the falls was twenty minutes away. I enjoyed the view of the towns that we passed by. When we got to the falls, Julian handed me a sunblock.
“You find that you’ll roast quickly in this type of weather.”
“I already have.” I didn’t tell him I had Moroccan heritage, and my skin could withstand the sun more than him. He had a whiter complexion than I did and easily turned red under the sun’s rays. In the short time I have been in the Caribbean, my skin tone has darkened only a bit.
The hike to the waterfalls was thirty minutes from the parking area. I was glad I had slipped into the sandals; my flip-flops would not have lasted the muddy trail. There were man-made steps, but it was still slippery and muddy. I scanned the area for a tree branch or a stick and seeing one, I grabbed it and used it as a walking stick. Julian commended me for my ingenuity.
We passed by local flora and fauna. There were purple-colored flowers I had never seen before. I also saw a few lizards. There were also unfamiliar bird sounds. I knew we were nearing our destination when I heard the flow of water.
No one else was in the falls, so when I saw the water, all I wanted was to jump in it. Julian beat me to it as he quickly took off his shirt and stripped down into his boxers. Then he grabbed his swimming trunk from his backpack and slipped it on. He jumped into the water and made an enormous splash.
I took off my shirt and pants to reveal the swimsuit underneath. I jumped into the water after him. The water was cool, not cold. Julian beckoned me to swim closer to the waterfalls, and we did. The current was strong, and I was not the best swimmer, so I struggled to swim towards the waterfalls.
The sound of the water got louder and louder. Julian swam under the waterfalls, and I followed him. The waterfall’s pressure was pushing me down, so I kicked with all my might to swim forward. And when I emerged, Julian was there, sitting on the rock at the shallow end of the pool. We were behind the waterfalls; it brought me such a pleasant feeling.
I sat next to him as we watched the waterfalls cascading down.
Julian leaned close to me and said, “Now we have privacy to do whatever we want.” Feeling emboldened that no one could see us, he kissed me passionately on my lips. Then, he pulled my swimsuit down and sucked my right nipple and then my left nipple.
“You sure it’s safe to do this?” I asked. I had done nothing like this before. “
“We’re in the middle of the forest. Who will see us?”
My hands went down to his dick, and I grabbed it. It was already hard.
“You take me here then,” I said invitingly. I was still sore from last night and this morning, but somehow, I still wanted more.
The rocks were slippery, but Julian positioned me so he could enter me. I moaned loudly, confident that the sound of the waterfalls would drown it. He kept pounding and pounding me until I climaxed. After ensuring my satisfaction, he persisted in thrusting until he climaxed inside me.
“I just enjoy fucking you, Harper.” He kissed my lips.
Julian was the best sex I’ve ever had. He seemed so masterful in his hip thrusts, as if he knew exactly how to pleasure me. My ex, Benoit, was a lazy lover and preferred I would be on top of him, which I did enjoy, but there were times I wanted him to be the more aggressive one during lovemaking. Benoit’s dick wasn’t as big as Julian’s, which, I now realized, makes a huge difference in satisfaction.
“I enjoy your dick inside of me.”
“What is it about my dick you like?”
“It’s the biggest I’ve ever had.”
Julian smiled, seemingly satisfied with my answer. “Good. I hope it’s the best dick you’ll ever have.”
We composed ourselves and adjusted our clothing before swimming back in the water. I dove under the waterfall, and again, the strong current seemed to push me deeper. Trying my best, I kicked hard until I safely made it to the other side. When I resurfaced, Julian was getting out of the water.
“That was so much fun, Julian.”
“It was great.”
Julian took out a towel from his backpack and patted himself dry. And then, he handed it to me, so I could do the same while he slipped back into his dry clothes. I did just that and then draped the towel around my body so I could take my swimsuit off. But Julian pulled the towel off my body.
“You don’t need to keep yourself covered around me, Harper. We’re the only ones here. Besides, I like to see you naked.”
I looked around just to be sure. Seeing no one, I put some underwear on and slipped back into my dry clothes—the pants and T-shirt. I put on the sandals and strapped the Velcro tight.
“That was fun,” I said.
“Indeed, it was.”
We hiked back to the parking lot while holding hands. I used the walking stick with my other hand since it was even more slippery going down.
“It’s getting late, how about dinner near the dock?” Julian suggested when we got to the jeep.
“That sounds lovely.”
Julian picked one of his favorite restaurants in the town that served roast chicken and fish. By then, it was five in the afternoon, and the sun was setting. There were already several people in the restaurant, but we got seated almost immediately. We sat outside by the water. A server approached our table and gave us the menu.
“I’ll have water,” I said when the server asked us what we wanted to drink.
“Get me a beer.”
“On draft, sir?” the server asked.
“Yes,” was Julian’s response.
We looked at the menu, and it only had simple dishes. I furrowed my eyebrows. I wasn’t expecting much, but I was hungry.
“The food is not to your liking?” Julian asked.
I looked up at him and said, “Yeah, I guess I was expecting something more local. You know, local ingredients, local food. I didn’t expect an American burger or fish or chips.”
“There’s a lot of tourists from America and the UK that go here. They’re catering to them. Don’t expect local cuisine unless it’s home-cooked.”
“Okay.” I remained unimpressed.
When the waitress came back with our drinks, I chose the broiled fish with greens. Julian ordered the roast chicken.
I looked around, finding the view spectacular. We were near the water enough that we could hear the waves. Boats were docked near the shore. It seemed I had completely forgotten the Sea Eagle and my co-workers. Being with Julian was almost intoxicating; it was an escape from my everyday reality.
“You still spending the night?” Julian sipped on his foamy beer.
“You want me to spend the night?” I asked.
“I’d want nothing more than to make love to you all night,” was his response.
“That settles it then. Your sex drive is very high.”
“You have no idea. I could do it all day.” He was looking at me intensely.
Sex with Julian had been amazing, but he had stretched me down there, and it had been stinging a little. But I admit, just the mere mention of him being inside me made me wet again.
Our dinner arrived after twenty minutes. I got a local white fish that had broil marks with vegetable greens. It didn’t look appetizing. Julian’s roast chicken looked simple as well. I ate a forkful of the fish and was amazed at how moist and sweet the fish was. It also had a certain spice I couldn’t put my finger on. Also, some ginger taste.
“Don’t put down the food here. It might fool you with its simple appearance.” Julian gave me a piece of his roast chicken; it was smokey and flavorful.
“You’re right.”
After dinner, we went down to the beach area to walk off our dinner. There was music playing in the background, and we could hear laughter in the air. There were people walking about by the seashore.
After our stroll, we headed back to Julian’s villa. He helped me get out of his jeep and helped carry my plastic bag inside, setting it on the floor along with his backpack. As soon as he closed the door, he undressed me. He held my hand, and we went upstairs to have another round of lovemaking.
***
“Do you really have to go?” Julian was still naked under the sheets.
“Yeah, I promised Maverick I would train his staff today.”
“I don’t like that guy.” His voice changed.
“You never told me what your real beef is with that guy?” I was also still naked under the sheets.
“I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Fair. Will you be able to drop me off at The Flamingo by 9 a.m.?” I asked with pleading eyes.
“I guess I have to.”
“Thank you. It’s work. He promised he would pay me for my services.”
Julian scowled. “I don’t want you hanging out with that guy. Just get your money and then have nothing to do with him after.”
“I promise.” I kissed him on the lips and got up to take a shower. Julian didn’t go in with me, which I was relieved. I was afraid he would sneak another fuck session, and I would be late for my appointment. But he seemed to have respected that.
When I got ready, Julian slipped into his boxers, shorts, and shirt. I grabbed the plastic bag with my clothes by the front door.
“You can have this.” Julian had emptied his backpack and handed it to me.
“Thank you.” I placed my plastic bag inside.
We got out of his house and hopped into his Jeep.
Julian was quiet on our drive back to town. Until he asked, “When will I see you again, Harper?”
“I’ll be back after. We just have another seven-day charter. We go back to Grenada after. I’ll call you then.”
“Good. I can’t wait to see you again.”
Julian stopped in front of The Flamingo and kissed me. I got out of the jeep with his backpack in my hand. He then drove away, and I switched to business mode.
I stepped into The Flamingo. It was still closed. It would usually open after 3 p.m. and stay open until 1 a.m. Maverick was nowhere to be found. Instead, one guy was sweeping the floor.
“Hey, have you seen Maverick?”
The man stopped what he was doing. “Oh, hello,” he greeted me. “Are you looking for Mr. Maverick?”
“Yes, where is he?” I asked.
“He’s not yet here. He’ll be back soon. I guess you’re Miss Harper?” The man extended his hand.
“Yes, I’m Harper. Just call me Harper,” I replied.
“My name is Viktor. I’m the cook,” he said with a smile.
I took his hand and shook it. “Nice meeting you.”
“Mr. Maverick told me you’re going to train me on the new menu?” Viktor spoke perfect English.
“Yes. That’s me.”
“Okay. I printed out the menu and your list of ingredients. We’re going to the market to shop for the ingredients.” Viktor had a nice sounding Caribbean accent, which I found charming.
“Yes, let’s do it.”
I followed Viktor as he led me to his car, which was an older Nissan Sentra model. The market was close by, so it wasn’t long of a drive. I remembered I put fish and beef tacos, beef sliders, and chicken wings on the planned menu. During our drive to the market, I interviewed him about his cooking experience. Apparently, before Maverick hired him as the chief cook, his only experience in cooking was cooking for his family. He was a food vendor when Maverick hired him.
“You mean to say he hired you on the spot?” I asked incredulously.
“Mr. Maverick saw me at the market. He said I seemed trustworthy and asked me about my cooking experience. He offered a lot of money and, of course, I said yes.” Viktor laughed. “He’s a very generous man. I thought he was crazy at first, but he’s a good boss.”
“And how long have you guys been doing this?”
“Well, for six months now. I’m glad he found you. We could use having a better menu for his bar.”
“So, he bought this bar and hired local people to work for him?”
“Yeah, someone else owned the bar, but it’s changed hands so many times. The last owner was friends with Mr. Maverick, and they were gambling. He leveraged this bar on a bet. When he lost the bet, the last owner forced him to assume ownership of this bar.”
“Yeah, this doesn’t seem like a good investment at all.”
“Well, Mr. Maverick is making it work. I am going to be helping him achieve that.”
“Good luck to him. That place really needs a lot of work.” I had seen The Flamingo enough to know that it needed major renovations.
The market was full of smells and sounds that were unfamiliar to me. It was sensory overload. It was a novel experience, which I cherished. Viktor did the shopping, and I just followed him as he bought the ingredients from the local vendors. The vendors were friendly, and some even tried to convince me to buy what they were selling. I didn’t carry cash with me, so I had to refuse.
After thirty minutes of walking around, Viktor finished his shopping. I helped carry the plastic bags as we went back to his car. When we got back to The Flamingo, Maverick had just alighted from his vehicle, a Toyota truck. Maverick looked disheveled. Usually well groomed, he looked like he hadn’t shaved since the last time I saw him.
Viktor parked the car beside Maverick’s truck, and we got out. Viktor tried to carry most of the plastic bags with him, and I carried what he couldn’t.
“Good morning, Boss.”
“Morning, Viktor,” Maverick smiled at Viktor.
“Hey, Maverick. Nice seeing you again.”
Maverick’s expression changed; his smile disappeared. “Oh, you.”
“Yeah, don’t you remember? I promised to work on getting you a better food menu.”
“Yeah. I didn’t forget.” Maverick turned around and walked inside.
“You will not greet me?” I asked, following him inside. It was unusual for him to treat me this way. He usually greeted me with his charming smile and couldn’t wait to ask me about how my day went. But not today. He seemed to be in a different mood.
“Whatever, Harper.” He brushed me off and walked towards the bar.
“Are you mad at me?” I asked him.
“Do I look mad?” he asked.
He was right; he didn’t look mad. He was more like disinterested and apathetic, like he was trying to give me the cold shoulder.
“No, I guess not.”
“Just do what you have to do, Harper.”
“Okay.” I tried to switch into professional mode and focused on teaching Viktor.
Viktor led me to the kitchen. The kitchen was decent-sized, but it needed some organizing. We set aside the ingredients we had shopped for on the kitchen counter, and Viktor helped me do the prep work before we proceeded to cook.
Viktor was a quick study. We went over how to make the tacos first, and he got it right away. I showed him how to do it first, and then he replicated it. We then worked on cooking the chicken wings. We started by making barbecue and ranch sauce. I taught him about frying the chicken twice to make it extra crispy. I also taught him the proper way to bread the chicken. The last one on our menu was the sliders. We made pulled pork sliders and burger sliders.
When we finished cooking, we set everything on a plate. I let Viktor taste the food.
“What do you think? What’s your favorite?” I asked.
“I like both tacos.”
“You think that it’s simple enough to cook every night?” I wanted to know if my recipes were doable for him.
“It’s easy. Yes, I can do it.”
“Great! I may add more to the menu. But we’ll have to see how it goes. It’s better to just work on these for now. Is Maverick going to hire another cook?”
“Not yet. But soon, I hope.”
“I’ll talk to him.”
I created a sampler plate for Maverick to taste test. I knocked on his office with the sampler.
“Come in.” I heard him said, and I opened the door.
“Hey, Maverick, we finished cooking. I have something for you.”
Maverick’s office looked very simple. It was just a desk with a laptop, a desktop and a printer. An old-looking filing cabinet was on Maverick’s right side. He was typing and clicking on his laptop when I walked in.
“You can leave that plate here.” He pointed to the space on his desk.
“I mean, I want to talk to you.” I set the plate on his desk.
“What do you want to talk about?”
“I had a very successful restaurant in Savannah.”
“So, why are you here, then?”
“Long story. I can help you. I see potential here.”
“You don’t need to help me. All I needed was a menu upgrade.”
“I heard you hired Viktor on the spot. That’s pretty impulsive.”
“I just wanted to help the man.”
“I want to help you help the man.”
Maverick stopped tapping on his laptop. “Why do you want to help?”
“I like you. I consider you my friend now. You don’t have any experience in running a restaurant. But I do.”
Maverick leaned forward. “How do you know I don’t have experience running a restaurant?”
“First, you’re not even a good bartender. You’re a pretend bartender.”
Maverick looked offended. “Ouch, that hurt, Harper. That really hurt.”
“You can’t make a decent cocktail to save your life,” I joked.
“You’re rubbing it in.” He placed his hand on his chest.
Maverick’s mood seemed to lighten. This was the Maverick that I knew. I just couldn’t understand the cold treatment earlier.
We discussed my plans for training him and Viktor. I also suggested that he hired more staff for his bar. At first, Maverick was unconvinced. He didn’t want to throw more money on what he called an ‘experiment’ and a ‘hobby.’ But I persuaded him that his location was ideal. We were going to be targeting the tourists who are looking for good Western food. We shook hands, and I scheduled to see him again when I came back from my next charter.
I went back to the Sea Eagle that afternoon, thinking about Maverick. I had noticed that he had stopped flirting with me like he usually did. He also used to send me text messages, but he hadn’t done it in the past couple of days, ever since I hooked up with Julian. He also didn’t bring up Julian.
“Where have you been, Harper?” was Zofia’s question when I got back. She and Kathleen were sitting outside by the deck, holding fizzy drinks and fanning themselves.
“Been around. Spent time with Julian and just came back from Maverick’s place.”
Kathleen commented, “Some women have all the luck in the world! Two cute men, all after Harper!”
“Maverick’s just my friend,” I told them.
Zofia was fanning herself. “I don’t think he wants to be just your friend.”
“You think so? He’s such a flirt, though.”
“He’s just flirting with you, it seems,” Kathleen shared her observation.
“So, how was Julian?” Zofia asked, changing the topic.
“He’s great. I mean, he showed me around. He took me to his villa. We hiked and swam to a waterfall,” I revealed. Of course, I edited the sex stuff. They were just a few years younger than I was, but I felt it was inappropriate to talk to them about it. Also, they were my work colleagues.
“He seems very romantic,” Kathleen said.
“Yes, he is. He cooked me breakfast.”
“Breakfast in bed?” Zofia’s eyes widened.
“Well, sort of.”
“You’re so lucky. He’s such a dreamboat.” Kathleen sipped her fizzy drink.
The sun was almost setting, but it was a very humid day.
“What did you girls do?” It was my turn to ask.
“We spent time with Paul and the captain. We went snorkeling,” Zofia said. When she mentioned Paul’s name, there seemed to be a slight pause. It was more evident now that something was going on between them.
“We saw a lot of exotic fish!” Kathleen smiled.
“I’m glad you guys had fun.”
We had dinner together that night. As usual, the captain led the prayer. He said he was going on a break after this next charter. I’d gotten used to seeing him as the captain, but I knew I would be seeing him again.
After dinner, the crew went to the game room to enjoy a board game. We ended the games at around 10 p.m. Everyone left but me. I wanted to catch up with Lisa, so I logged in to my messenger app on the desktop.
“Yo, Harper, you do realize it’s 1 a.m. here, right?” Lisa was already in bed.
“I’m sorry. I keep forgetting about the time difference.”
“It’s okay. I can’t go to sleep yet anyway.”
Lisa’s room was dark. She didn’t know how to use the camera on her phone because she was too close to the camera. I could literally see just her forehead.
“Lisa, move the camera away from your face a bit, so I can see you,” I directed her.
She adjusted her phone. “So, what’s so important that you have to talk to me at 1 a.m.?” She yawned.
“Well, I had sex with another man.”
“So, you’re going to tease me about you getting some action while I’m not getting any? Way to go. Thanks for reminding me that I’ve practically been a monk for over a year.”
“Well, you can get some if you really want to,” I suggested.
“In this small town? Who am I going to shag? The old guy at the post office? The aging pharmacist?”
“You could go to Denver and catch a man over there. Then take him home with you.”
Lisa laughed. “Yeah, if only. I’m just too lazy to take the drive. So, how was he? And who is he?”
“His name is Julian. He’s tall, handsome, and enormous.”
Lisa sat up from her bed. “So, how big are you talking about?”
“Really big, like huge. Like those giant cucumbers big.”
“Wow, girl! I can’t believe you snagged someone all the way on a faraway island. How did that happen? How did you get so lucky? And how was the sex?” Lisa started to move the camera close to her face again. This time, I could see her giant nose, which was funny.
“I was so sore afterward. We did a lot. Like the guy’s sex drive is amazing. Like he’s insatiable.”
“I like living vicariously through you. Here I am, with two kids and divorced, living in the middle of nowhere. I haven’t had sex in ages. And there you are, living your best life. Having glorious sex in the Caribbean.”
“Well, you could join me over here, you know. I could probably rent a small place here. Stay here during the summer break with the boys.”
“About that,” Lisa said, sounding serious. “I don’t know if it will be soon. I mean, my car broke down. So, I can’t afford a new car right now, and it’s going to take a lot of money to repair.”
“I’m sorry, Lisa.”
“I’ll be okay. I have savings. I just must save up for the trip over there.”
“Bummer. I wanted you to come here as soon as possible.”
“The boys and I will get there, eventually. Let’s change the topic. Are you going to be seeing him again?”
“Of course. Already planned it.”
“You lucky gal! Good, at least you’re forgetting Benoit.”
Lisa was right. Since I came to the island, I wasn’t thinking about him as much. I wasn’t depressed anymore either. Benoit was just a distant memory. Life on the island had already changed me. I was no longer this serious, punctual, play-by-the-book kind of girl. Instead, I turned into an open-minded, adventurous, playful woman who had been having the best sex of her life.
“I just wanted to call you and boast.” I laughed.
“Yeah, just rub it in. I don’t think I’ll be seeing any action soon. I mean, not that I care. I’m just glad to be hanging out with the kids. I don’t even know what a dick feels like anymore.” Lisa sighed.
“You’re so funny. At least, you have the kids.”
“I know. Well, I think I am starting to get sleepy.” Lisa yawned again.
“Good night, Lisa.”
“Good night, Harper.”
Lisa sent me an air smooch, and I disconnected the call. I was about to get up when I got a text message. It was from Julian. He had sent me a dick pic with the message: I can’t wait to be inside you again.
The picture of his dick made me want to be with him.
I texted him: I already miss your thick dick.
I already knew that tonight, before I go to sleep, I was going to be thinking about Julian. And if I was lucky, I might even dream of making love to him.