Belongs To Him

5 | As virgin as it gets

Alina Windsor

"So, Molly, what do you do for work?" We'd been on this yacht for about five hours now, and for some reason, I found myself leaning back in Kingston's arms. I didn't even notice it til about thirty minutes ago, but everyone else did.

I knew it pissed off Nicholas, I wanted to laugh. I wasn't some reward to these boys, though I did find myself liking one more than the others. It had been an amusing few hours of us on the deck of a yacht, drinking and talking. Well, more so questioning.

I answered a few when asked, but right now, Molly was under fire from Marcello. He said he found her 'suspicious,' whatever that meant. But it only made her more upset and cracked Kingston and me up.

An alarm blares as the timer on my phone rings, and as I grab it, I groan, looking at Viv. She had set it as a reminder to reapply my sunscreen; I just hated the feeling of it on my skin.

"Come on we are barely in the sun, you can't possibly burn now!" She was comfortable in her chair, but I bent down, reached into my bag, and lifted the lotion. She was the one who set the timer, and God forbid I burned because I ignored it, but she'd be the one to apply it.

"But you promised?" A frown formed on her lips from my words, and quickly, the tube was snatched from my hands—but not by Viv, by Kingston.

"I can do it for you, Bellissima," I peer over my shoulder to see him already putting the lotion in the palm of his hand, and I nod, relaxing my shoulders. I feel the coolness of the gel on my shoulders and back. He massages it onto my skin, and I close my eyes in comfort. But as his hands swoop around to my chest, I stop them.

"I got it," I think Jesus would kill me if this man went anywhere near my chest or thighs.

Fun fact: I'm celibate.

Years of Catholic school, hours of CCD, and harsh conversations with my extreme Grandmother have landed me in fear of sin. Nobody gets in between my thighs until I'm married in a church. I don't judge others, and even my parents were more laid back about it. But there were things they were more pinpoint on. My sister Reagan was gay; she was their exception.

Well, my parents were never bothered by people being gay, but my Grandparents were a separate issue. They raised them to have that strained hate in their heart. But as they grew up, they became more knowledgeable and less ignorant, especially when she came out. Besides my Mimi, my other Grandparents were incompetent.

But nobody has ever touched my body intimately besides kissing. I'd only kiss Aiden, yet he wanted to marry me. It made sense why he seemed to love me and was desperate to marry me. I felt it was due to wanting to be more physically intimate. But with him, I felt like a stranger in my own body.

Standing on the deck away from everybody else, I finished applying my sunscreen. As I looked at Molly, I knew she was explaining my Virgin Mary trail to them. I wasn't ashamed of my ideals or my beliefs. I wasn't hateful; I'd never be. I had my own beliefs aside from the church I always had. But alerting everyone on this boat that I was a virgin wasn't really what I wanted today either.

"Alina, let's swim," Townes calls out, coming back from the bathroom. She takes my hand, guiding me down the stairs to the lower deck. As we reach the ladder to the ocean, she stops.

"Look at me and smile" She begins, I already could tell something was off. So plastering a fake smile she begins to speak, "I just found a gun in the bathroom hidden under the sink, I was just looking for some soap... so my question is, who the fuck are we with?" Taking her hand, we jumped into the ocean. As I settled and swam farther, I felt more alarmed because we didn't know the people we were with.