Billionaire Blood

chapter 9 - the honeymoon

trigger warning: mention of rape. i'll give this sign : 🚨 when it's time to skip the paragraph.

KATERINA MORALES NÉE SOLDANO

We had landed in Praslin yesterday, only a week after the ball in Italy. Alexia was staying at my place for the duration of this holiday to look after my dogs and the grand piano that I won at the auction which would be arriving in a few days.

"Hi, we're here for our reservation. It's under Morales."

"Of course.... here's your room key," said the desk clerk as he handed 1 key to Dante.

"We reserved 2 rooms."

"Oh I'm very sorry, I thought you were married and accidentally reserved 2 rooms."

Dante glared as he said, "Don't make assumptions."

He snatched the two keys, handed one to me and left without a word.

"I'm really sorry about him. Thank you for the keys," I mumbled, embarrassingly.

The top level of the resort had only two rooms which were reserved by Dante and I. There was no one else on this level and we had the penthouse suite.

Dante slammed the door as I walked past to my door. The sun was shining, there was a slight breeze and it was only 2PM so I decided to go sunbathing.

I changed into a blue bikini and that's when I had a good look at my body. A large scar ran straight down from just under my left breast to my pelvis bone. A new small scar had formed from when I got stabbed in my leg at the Spanish Mafia HQ. I also had a few tattoos.

On the side of my ribs closer to my right breast there was a scorpion which stood for my birth sign and nickname. Angel wings were on my collarbone for Celeste who's name means heavenly. A crown for Stefan behind my neck because his name means crown. A snake and a butterfly were intertwined on my waist for my parents.

With the memories of the day I got these tattoos still lingering in my head, I grabbed a towel, a knife and put on some shorts.

I found a secluded area surrounded by rocks and palm trees. I lay out my towel and started basking in the sun.

After 15 minutes, I heard a rustle in the bushes. I grabbed my knife and sat up alert.

"Who is it?" I called.

"Fine, you caught me. Hi, I'm Nicholas, I saw you walk around for a while and I dunno I just thought you were really pretty and I wanted to talk to you."

I looked at him. He was around 6'2, with messy brown hair and brown eyes. He was shirtless and had a slight six pack. He was wearing green shorts and wore a necklace.

"I'm married," I responded curtly.

"Ohh... I see but how about we just get to know each other?"

Lord, take a bloody hint.

"I'd rather not," I said as I started packing my stuff up. I was starting to feel uncomfortable with a guy watching me and now begging to get to know each other.

"Look I kn... holy shit, is that a scar on your stomach?"

I clenched my jaw and scowled at him.

"Nothing you need to know about."

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"It doesn't matter. I'm sure what's underneath that bikini will make up for that scar. Anyways, I tried asking nicely but maybe now I'll just take you here and now."