WaterBreak [MxM] | Short Story ✔️

Part One

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Ocean played with the rubber duck, watching it float around in the tub as he splashed more water on his face. He loved how fresh his water was. It held no chemical and was as natural as the salt waters.

The thought of it made his skin itch and he realized that it was time to get on with the day.

Getting up from the wet, stark naked, Ocean walked around the room to snatch the towel from the hanger and tie it around his waist. Leaving the modern bathroom after combing his wet hair away from his face, he made it passed his bedroom, wearing nice clothes, and walked down to the kitchen.

The kitchen area itself, spoke of how wealthy the guy is. Sparkling tiles, perfectly painted white walls and double checked granite benches. Germ-free silverware, polished china plates and perfectly finished wooden cupboards. Let's not forget the unwanted number of coffee machines, toasters and blenders. The dream fridge of a foodie and the shelves inside packets with all the different kinds of ice cream.

Ocean Waters's kitchen was a dream come true.

"Shelly, come here girl, food time."

In cue, a fluffed-up puppy, aged six months, trotted in, month open with a smile, tongue as red as ever, ears perked up in attention.

"Here you go, fill you tummy because I plan on coming a little late for dinner."

The puppy barked cutely and Ocean reached down to mess with the fur before going around the counter, washing his hands. Then, he prepared his own meal, breakfast, lunch; brunch.

Settling on an ease-chair, he ate the food on the plate on his lap while looking out the glass wall, enjoying the view of the astonishing sea. The day's bright and the sky's clear. All Ocean wanted to do was swim all day in the open. He wasn't too worried about it too, because that's exactly what he was going to do.

Leaving the open space, putting the dishes in the sink, Ocean walked over to the balcony, leaning on the rails. He watched the people walk around, swim and laugh around, having the time of their lives. He didn't know if he should feel happy that they're loving it or to sour down, pour some rain because they're being an obstacle to his happiness.

As the sun scorched over, people started to return home, taking their things, having enough for the day.

Ocean clapped for himself, glad that he knew that he'd have the rest of the day to himself. Getting out of the place, he grabbed the prepared swim shorts and made his way out of his large beach house. Sure, he did own a very large pool filled with fresh water.

Where did the guy get so much fresh water with a town supplying chlorine water?

That's because Ocean owned his own well. He built in on the right side of the house, away from the beach viewers, on the last floor of his palace. He had enough power of pump to supply every tap and tank in the property. The officers who knew about it fumed in jealousy, but they can't do anything about it.

He stopped to eye the pearl that was displayed in the centre of his house. He glared at it, then gave it a bored gaze before making a disapproving noise. 

As he walked down his private steps to the beach, his phone rang in his trousers, vibrating around, annoying him when he was trying to escape reality.

"What?" Ocean's voice was snappy, lazy and so done of it.

Don't snap like that at me, I'm only doing my work.

Ocean rolled his eyes, walking passed the sand area and jumping onto the rocky side. "Just tell me what it is. Today is supposed to be my day. I don't want any calls."