There is nothing more beautiful than watching an innocent angel fall apart at my sinful actions. I'm going to ruin her.
"Augustine."
And she comes, looking down at me as she does so.
She glows, lighting up the goddamn room. Her feet barely touch t...
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"It's humid," I observed the moment we got off the plane.
California was dry in comparison to the islands.
"Welcome," a man in a suit spoke, his hand holding a fancy car key, "Your villa is prepared for your stay. The address is already installed in the vehicle's map system."
The man's accent was beautiful, and it reminded me of my mother's mom.
Quinton took the key, thanking the man with a nod as we carried our bags to the trunk.
"I am advised to remind Americans that we drive on the left side of the road," the man joked, "But you will adjust well, do not worry."
"Thank you," I said as he excused himself, and then we were left to ourselves on the airport landings.
The airport here was small, but it was so, so beautiful.
A gorgeous lady in a reflective vest directed us to the main roads, and I was honestly relieved Quinton was the one driving. He had the most experience driving overseas, I heard.
"Sleep good?" Eros asked, kissing my temple as he tugged my body against his in the backseat.
I adjusted my seatbelt so I could sit beside him comfortably. "Mhm," I hummed, completely hypnotized by the nature we drove by.
The Caribbean was a wonderful place. There was nothing in this world that matched the amount of hospitality and beauty on these islands.
"You like it?" Eros asked, noticing my constant staring outside the window.
"It's so pretty here," I spoke, the hills and trees catching my eyes. We passed many houses that had looked a little run-down, and I remembered the amount of hurricanes this place had to battle through.
"We're staying near a place called Magens Bay. There's a plot we've owned for years now, and they built a house on it to continue profiting off of it when we're not here," Eros explained, pointing through the trees as we went through winding roads. There was a beach down the slope of the hills, and I was in awe of the clear water.
"You do business here, then?" I assumed, remembering why he was here to begin with.
"Adonis does," Eros nodded, "I'm here to do his bidding when he can't show up in person."
He didn't seem too happy about it, but then again, we were on a literal paradise island.
The windows were rolled down as a way to conserve unnecessary air, and we passed cars blasting types of music I only heard when we visited my mother's side of the family. I felt weirdly close to her by being here, but I didn't let it consume me. I would probably start crying again if I kept thinking about her.
