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Carmen

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I groan loudly as the ocean wind blows against my face. That man is more than I expected him to be. He's older, beefier, and colder than I expected. I have no one to blame but myself. I try not to feed my fantasy, but my oxytocin level spikes by being close to him. It's now higher after seeing that man's face.

Why did he have to be gorgeous and hot? I laugh at myself. I worried about how he looked after that night and created an image of a handsome man in my head.

He is more than I imagined him to be. Now, I wish he has Quasimodo's face. His arrogance won't make him sexy and more attractive then. Carmen!

"Focus on your dream, Carmen," I yell to the sea. "You're no Tannie or Cinderella."

It'll just be a week. I will not fall in love with that man or fall victim to my raging happy hormones when I'm with him. That man is...shit!

I don't even know who to curse. Worse, not knowing the man's name raises my curiosity and adds fire to my fantasy.

I take a deep breath and look at the beach. Everything around me says I’m in Hawaii. Never in my wildest dreams did I think I could go this far. I might as well enjoy it. I look around to see if I have something to do to kill my time while waiting for that man.

“Carmen!” I yell to the sea.

Why am I getting excited about his return? But the sea wind reminds me of his heat when he held me that night. The moist air landing on my skin feels like his lips kissing me. The blowing wind sounds like the moans we made that night.

I shake my head to throw away all the excitement growing in my head. A mango tree catches my eyes. I enjoyed climbing trees when I was a child. I enjoy reading and studying while sitting on a branch. It was a perfect spot for relaxation until my life became complicated. I smile and walk closer to the tree.

“What the hell are you doing there?”

My hand slips and fails to grab the branch when I hear the man's voice. I lose my balance and slip, but the man catches me before my feet can touch the ground. Heat wraps me when my back presses against his chest. My butt pushes against his bulge. The memory of how he thrust the pearls into my nether hole suddenly flashes in my head. I panic and push him away.

"I thought you'd be back at dinner time."

"I thought you'd be resting and not killing yourself," the man retorts.

I roll my eyes at him and freeze when he looks at my lips. His kisses before he left were more intense than our first night. I'm afraid that if he kisses me again while looking at me with sharp eyes, I'll lose it to his sexiness and believe I'm in love.

“I have climbed higher trees than this,” I divert the topic.

"The tree is not the problem." The man takes my hand and guides me to the back of the tree. Shock fills me after seeing that the tree is only a few steps away from a cliff. Had I lost my footing, my brains would have scattered all over the rocky ground! "I'm told that you want to be a doctor. Yet, you're so shortsighted."

I glare at him. Who is he to judge me? My glare turns into a look of curiosity. Does he work at Osler? Is he a doctor there? But I worked there for almost six months. I have met most of the doctors except for the doctors of the VIPs. Is he one of them? Like that asshole of a man named Sinclair James?

“So, you know about me?” The man only smiles. “You know that I’m Carmen and not Tannie?”

His smile fades. The man looks straight into my eyes. “While you’re under the contract, you’re Tannie.”

I clench my jaw to avoid arguing with him. “Then what should I call you?”

"Just Sir. You don't need to know me," I frown at his reply. He quickly erases it by pulling me close and ravishing my mouth with his kisses. His tongue enslaves mine with passion. The warmth of his mouth sways my heart. The heat of his embrace freezes me in his arms. "Our business ends when you leave this island," he adds after releasing my mouth, melting the chilling fantasy growing from his kisses.

"Okay," I act nonchalantly. "So, what exactly am I here for?"

"For me to fuck and play with," the coldness of his words heats my anger.

I raise an eyebrow at him and retort, "Should I spread my legs now?"

The man smirks and pulls my face closer to his. “I’m reserving you as my dessert.”

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I cut a small bite of my steak and look at the man's plate. He has finished his dinner while I still have half of mine left. This is frustrating! I want to take the whole piece with my hand and munch it like an animal. It's delicious! But the man will be asking for his dessert if I finish it.

I hate to admit it, but I'm a little excited about it. There's just something about this "Sir" I can't understand. I can't downplay my excitement about having sex with him despite knowing it's unethical.  Fine. Immoral for some. But I think I'm suffering from the "virgin effect" syndrome.

Sir opened me up to the world of sex, and now I want him to guide me all the way through – like a mother duck. It's all wrong, but it's all right for him.

Still! I should reserve some sense of pride in myself. I have to submit to Sir, but should I just spread my legs to him when he snaps his fingers? I don't intend to be Cinderella, but I don't want to be a pet for the whole week, either.

The man pours another glass of wine and watches me as I eat. Who am I fooling? He knows it’s all an act. He probably also knows that I’m acting reluctant about giving him his “dessert.”

“Wait,” I shriek when the man pulls my chair away from the table.

“I want my dessert now, Tannie,” the man wraps an arm around my waist and carries me from the chair with one hand.

"Wow!" I turn red at my expression of awe. I'm not a petite girl. I'm on border of the heavy type, but he picks me up like I'm an empty purse. The man chuckles, gushing his breath against my face. "I haven't finished...."

The man stops me with a kiss. I kiss back like his lips are better than the steak. When we pull away from each other, he teases me with a smirk and returns to kissing me while carrying me somewhere.

“Turn around,” the man tells me while putting me down.

I do as I’m told and end up in awe when the Hawaiian night sky greets me with a clear view of the constellations. "Wow," I look at the man. He smirks and walks to a couch on the balcony.

“So, you want to be a doctor?” he asks. I continue looking at the constellations and answer him only with a nod. “Is it because you want to be rich?”

I frown at his question. "No. I always wanted to be one. But it's good that it pays well to be a doctor."

I look at the man and wonder if he wants to hear my story. Or maybe he already knows my story and why I'm taking this job. Unless he doesn't have interest in me at all but only my holes.

“Sit,” the man orders when the maid enters with wine and cheese.

I take a slow and silent breath while sitting on the other side of the couch. The man only has an interest in my holes. He's getting ready to take them. I frown when he pats the couch to call me closer to him like he's calling a puppy to sit next to him.

I channel my frustration by admiring the stars while moving closer to him. “Sky would have loved to see this,” I murmur after recognizing some of the constellations.

“Sky?”

"He's a friend," I reply quickly to avoid possible misunderstanding. Why should I worry about that?

The man slides his hand around my waist and pulls me closer to him. So close that I’m almost leaning on his shoulder. He holds me by the jaw and lifts my face. His blue eyes darken and match his stern expression. “You shouldn’t talk about another man when you’re with me. You shouldn’t talk about you, either.”

My hands turn into fists as anger builds inside me. The rage travels to my eyes and turns them misty. It's already frustrating that this man doesn't see me as a woman but as a toy. But it's killing me that I can't even have the right to express my anger.

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