Short Stories

Holiday With Four Boys

I am standing in front of a beautiful house. I searched on the internet. I had been planning for my vacation for so long. When I booked the house, they told me that due to the peak season, I had to select a room as it had five rooms. When I asked for the whole house, the amount they sent me was ridiculous so I opted to go for one room in this dream house.

By looking at the house and its view, I already started feeling like the vacation was going to be mind-blowing. I am sure it would be worth waiting for a year. I felt a rush of excitement as I managed to secure the room during the busiest time of the year for tourists.

As I dragged my suitcase up the porch steps, I unlocked the front door and stepped inside. I was taken aback because the house was beautifully furnished, with cozy, rustic charm blending seamlessly with modern amenities.

I don't know why, but I was taken aback when my eyes fell on an Italian guy drenched in sweat, doing pushups, and keeping his feet on the couch. I shouldn't be shocked to see other guests but I think I wasn't ready to face such handsomeness.

On the couch, another Italian guy was holding a glass of margarita and watching TV. When I looked at the screen, he was watching Game of Thrones.

As I opened my mouth to speak, a stunningly attractive man suddenly appeared from one of the rooms. I could tell right away that he was British. He was on the phone, and his accent was undeniably English. I began to feel as though I was completely invisible, even though I was standing right by the main door and they carried on with their activities.

I couldn't help but wonder what on earth was going on or where I had ended up for my vacation. Then, the leanest and sleekest one turned around; he had been standing in the kitchen the whole time, but I missed him due to the dark interior and the fact that he was wearing maroon.

When the sleekest saw me, he waved at me. "Heya."

I smiled and raised my brows. "Hello," Everyone's attention turned towards me so I continued. "Everybody."

Okay, so it seemed like there was a rule in the house that no good-looking guy could wear a shirt. As he extended his hand, I couldn't help but give him a thorough once-over. He has black, shiny, silky, messy hair, blue eyes, a fair complexion, and a smile that's definitely devilish but also sexy at the same time. He's around 5'10'' tall. I extended my hand for a handshake.

And soon after, a pushup Italian offered his hand. While shaking hands, I looked at him, trying to bury my sensual feelings inside. I watched him from head to toe twice. His short, dark brown hair, broad chest and shoulders, angular face, and stubble helped him to appear as a rugged, strong guy. He is at least 6'2 in height.

I stepped forward, holding the margarita Italian. He has short, dark brown hair, deep-set eyes that are also dark brown, a chiseled face, a sun-kissed complexion, and a well-proportioned physique with broad shoulders and a strong, lean body. He has a warm smile and stands at around 6 feet tall. I shook hands with him.

Finally, the accent ended his call and he turned his attention towards me. He has dark brown to black hair, a fair complexion, an angular face with high cheekbones, and piercing blue eyes. He is well-toned, with broad shoulders and a strong chest. He stands slightly above average height at around 5'10". After shaking hands, I quickly glanced behind them to make sure there were no more handshakes to be made.

the American said. "Welcome, we didn't expect such lovely company."

The margarita Italian said. "Wow, this place has suddenly become so much more interesting."

I could feel my cheeks turning red. "I wasn't informed that I'd be the only girl here."

My eyes landed on a closed door, and I was sure it was mine, so without saying anything, I walked towards the door, unlocked it, and rushed inside. I left my bag outside the room and then I called the owner, asking why on earth he has done to me and how I could live with four guys. I actually tried to change my booking, but the house owner said it's either this or nothing, with the season being so busy and all. I shut my eyes and gave in, agreeing with him as I tossed my phone onto the bed. I crashed onto the bed, my hands pressed firmly against my eyes.