Savage

Chapter 35: Wicked

There was no time with Roman because by midweek he was in and out of the house like a thief. Instead of getting upset. I buried my pain by swimming in the indoor pool a lot. My sexual frustrations were not helping the situation either. So I began meditating to keep my emotions from spilling over on victims. It helped for the most part. Eventually, after the week ended, Kat and I decided to go out for breakfast since Roman was with Liam. Kat never mentioned Mahieu to my surprise or the incident that occurred in Cannes. It had me thinking about how well this family could keep secrets, which piqued my curiosity. What are they hiding?

Kat thought it was a great idea to go to the beach since Roman was so busy with work and Liam. He spent most of his time working since he had an office in the house and elsewhere. I found it rather strange that he hadn't told me where else he would work besides the company back in Canada. Regardless, I was planning on bothering him about all these unanswered questions soon, and very soon.

Kat and I didn't take long to get ready. I met her in the foyer and she greeted me with her usual enthusiasm. I think Roman must have set her up to babysit me. I smiled to myself at the thought that she asked if I had eaten the chef's special breakfast this morning. I told her yes.

"It was delicious. I loved it too," she said beaming at me and squeezing my arm.

We left the Bordeaux arm in arm talking about everything and nothing. I liked conversing with her. It reminded me of Ronnie. I need to call Ronnie and ask her about the wedding details. I missed Ronnie a lot. I still hadn't heard from her after checking in the other day.

We took one of Roman's cars out, Kat driving of course. When we finally reached the coastline to a secluded area in Monte Carlo. Kat explained that this particular beach was private, so we wouldn't be bothered by passersby or any unwanted visitors. I felt relief wash over me. Sometimes I just wanted to be alone. Kat and I got our things from the back of the car. It was a convertible. This made everything so much easier. I was happy that we could just dump our belongings on the beach in front of us. We carried the blankets closer to the shoreline and had someone from the beach club bring umbrellas for us. I had already changed into my swimsuit. I only wore jeans-shorts that barely covered anything. Kat was in a sundress that stopped mid-thigh. It was a pale lavender dress with tiny outlines of daisies littering it. Kat took her dress off which was hiding a pale pink bikini. She was stunning. Embodying a model on a campaign shoot.

After laying out in the sun for a few minutes in silence, listening to the waves crash against the shore in front of us, Kat broke the silence by asking if I had put sunscreen on. I told her no because I honestly forgot to. The sun was not too harsh, so I welcomed the heat that danced across my back. She got up from her towel and told me to pull my bathing suit strings loose so that she could apply the cream for me. I automatically did it. The area was so relaxing, that my eyes were still closed when I reached my hand around my back and pulled on the thin strings that held the flimsy material together around my breasts. Her hands were cold when they gently touched my skin. The slightest shiver ran up my spine. She noticed and immediately withdrew.

"Sorry," she said hesitantly. "I didn't know my hands were cold. It looks like the cream was sitting beside my water bottle for too long," she laughed nervously.

I laughed alongside her.

"It's fine. It doesn't matter if it's cold or not. It took me by surprise. When you're finished with me, I'll do you."

"Okay," she replied in her stern Germanic accent. She continued to lather me up with sunscreen until I was mostly covered.

I sat up afterward and took the lotion from her and asked her to turn slightly since she was already in a sitting position. She turned, and I applied the lotion to her back first. I poured the sticky substance into my hands and rubbed my palms together. I began applying the lotion to her neck, gently kneading her soft, tight skin. She seemed tense and I put extra effort into helping her relax. I could hear Kat moaning in relief or pleasure. Probably a mixture of both? It was then when my hands began to knead into her shoulders that she raised her hand and held onto mine to stop me from continuing. She adjusted herself so that she was looking right at me and then down at her fiddling hands.