Secluded Affair

Chapter One

You just turned 30 and decided you wanted to go on holiday, somewhere far away on your own to unwind, and get away for a while. So you booked two weeks in a secluded bungalow with a private beach leading to crystal clear waters. After a long-ass flight sitting next to some guy who practically snored the whole flight, you run off the plane and make your way to baggage claim, grab your bags and head for the car rental place.

After a half an hour drive, you pull into the driveway, where a lady is waiting for you; she shows you around the house and gives you a map to know where the local shops and touristy places are. She leaves you the keys and makes her way out. You lock the front door and head for the bedroom to unpack and change into your bikini; you check out the fridge and notice a wine-chilling bottle and some snacky bits. You grab the bottle of wine and the snacks and head out to the pool area. You place everything down on the table and pull it over beside the sunloungers.

You dive into the pool before swimming a few laps to unwind your muscles; you pull yourself out of the pool, sit down on the lounger, pour yourself a glass of wine, and relax back into the cushion. Enjoying the sun and heat hitting your skin, before you know it, you have dozed off and are woken up by some loud music and laughter in the not too far distance. You stretch and pull yourself up, noticing its now some time in the evening; you get up and head indoors towards the bedroom for a shower. Once you have showered, stick on some tiny shorts a tank and walk through the kitchen to make yourself some food. After you have eaten, you walk out to the garden and wander around, you find a switch and flick it up, and fairy lights lighten up all around the tree's making it look magical. Your wine is still sitting on the table. Although it's warm, you still finish off the bottle while sitting in the garden, enjoying the solitude.

The next day you decide to go for a drive and get some food and alcohol shopping stocked up. You pull into the driveway, grab the bags, and make your way into the house. You kick off your shoes at the door and pull off your cover-up, so you are just in your bikini; as you round into the kitchen, you notice someone out by the pool. You walk out and shout to the man sitting at the table.

"Hello, can I help you?" with your hand on your hip, you ask the man giving him the stink eye.

"I could ask the same for you; you are a bit underdressed to be here stocking up the food?" he replies as he turns around and looks at you.

"Ahh, no, I'm not. I hired this house out for two weeks. So what the hell are you doing here?" you asked, getting pissed off at his arrogance.

"I think you will find that this is my place, and there was no one booked in. So I booked out my own house for the next two weeks," he said, getting up and walking toward you.

"I will just phone Ava, and we will clear this up!" you grit out as you walk back into the villa to call the agent. Just as you reach the counter next to the phone, he comes up behind you, leaning into you. You feel his breath fanning down your neck, making you shiver. His arm brushes over yours as he reaches for the phone; he dials the number and presses the loud speak button.

"Hello Luxury Getaways, Ava speaking how can I help?"

"Ava, It's Jon Bongiovi; I thought you said no one hired out my villa for the next two weeks. But I have a charming young lady standing here saying the opposite"

"Hi Jon, Hang on a second; I'm so sorry I've looked at the wrong two weeks," she said, rustling some papers in the background.

He is still standing behind you, a finger running up and down your arm causing tingles and goosebumps to spread over your arm; even though its a hot day, you have chills running through your body. His head moves against your shoulder, his soft lips pressing gently against your heated skin.

"I can try and find another place for Miss Ross, but I know the villa's on the island are practically full."

"I will speak to Miss Ross and call you back, Thank you, Ava" with that, he hung up the phone.

"Well, Miss Ross, What do you want to do? You heard Ava the Island is busy. Now I have other rooms I can stay in, and we can share the house and stuff. What you say?" He asked, his lips ghosting over your skin; your mind is blank now. You can't think, let alone talk, so you nod in confirmation.

Jon turns you around, and you get a good look at the man up close; those blue eyes have you enchanted. He stares into your brown eyes, then looks down to your lips, dips his head and brushes his lips ever so lightly over yours; your eyes flutter closed as you enjoy the sensations of his lips on yours. Jon pulls back, and it takes you a few seconds to register what is going on. Finally, you open your eyes and look at him; he has a dirty grin on his face. You shake your head to try and make it work again.

"What the hell do you think you are doing?" you say, glaring at him.

"You kissed me back, Darlin," He said with a cocky smirk.

You manage to step around him and walk away into your bedroom; you close the door falling back against it, and close your eyes. You can still feel the linger of his lips on yours; you bring your finger up to your lips and trace the feeling. Your head is reeling from the fact that only Jon Bon Jovi just kissed you. You head for the bathroom; you need a cold shower and fast. After your shower, you put on your shorts and tank and walk back out to the kitchen, where you see him sitting in the living room with a guitar playing a little tune, and he is so engrossed that he doesn't even notice you.

You grab a bottle of wine from the kitchen and some glasses and head for the patio; you sit down, propping your feet up on another chair, enjoying the view of the setting sun.

"Room for a small one there?" He asks, jolting you out of your reverie.

"Sure, there is another glass on the table if you want some wine", you reply to him.

"I think we need introductions to go along with the wine." you look across the table at him, and he smiles, giving you the double eyebrow making you laugh out loud at him.

"Names Cori; I'm from the UK."

"Names Jon, From New Jersey"

"Well, I gathered your name after speaking to the leasing agent. Yes, I know who you are because I'm a massive fan. It wasn't till I ran back to my room and my brain started working again that I realised who you were. Then I saw you playing your guitar when I came back out. I'm not a stalker or anything. Sorry" you blurt out in one breath as he looks at you.

"And breathe, you sure had a lot to say there. As long as I don't find you sitting in the corner of my room in the dark watching me while I sleep, I'm sure we will be fine."

"Well, don't get me too drunk then; anything is possible, haha."

You see him raise his eyebrow at you; you both continue chatting, getting to know one another, and before you know it, you have both drank a couple of bottles of wine and its nearly midnight. You tried to hide a yawn, but no such luck. It just makes it worse.

"Come on, you, let us get you to bed."

"Ooh my,  Mr Bongiovi, is that a proposition?" You say, giggling to yourself as you stumble through the house with Jon grabbing hold of you by the hips to steady you; you stop outside your bedroom door, look up at him, and see him swallow.

"Not tonight, Miss Ross, you have had too much to drink, and you need sleep," He says and kisses your cheek. "Goodnight", and he turns back towards the central part of the house.

You walk into your room and flop down onto the bed lying there, replaying the evening in your head. Before you know it, sleep has taken over your body, and you succumb to the darkness.