Mikhail Redfern Arsenault

Chapter 3

Maraiah's POV

I bit my lip, desperate. I needed it. Thank goodness that woman wasn't a mind reader. It had been occupying my mind for a while now. And while it was sleeping, I was free to closely observe its appearance.

She was truly gorgeous. I had also managed to get her wallet last night. And I almost choked on what I saw of credit cards, cash, and others. I also found her ID. She was Mikhail Redfern Arsenault. That's when I realized everything. It might be a relative of Raven Arsenault, the owner of the restaurant I frequented.

Although I still didn't know the story behind her wearing a waiter's uniform. That's why her personality was so strange to me when I first saw her here, that's why it wasn't random.

"I will only release you if you agree to what I want. And I will repeat, you were an intruder. I can complain to the management of the island. You stole my bed and"

"Where did you sleep last night?" She interrupted what I was saying. I wanted to raise an eyebrow because I felt a sense of concern attached to that question.

"Here on the sofa," I answered. When I made sure that it was tied tightly, I watched over it and tried to fight the sleepiness even though I had only slept lightly.

"I'm sorry. Your body is probably hurting. Come on, let me go. I'll grant you the favor you're asking for, whatever it is."

"H-how can I be sure you'll comply?" I asked, although she seemed to be in character. I knew where to look for it.

"You have my word," I nodded.

"I'll take your word for it." And I untied the two big scarves that were tied on both of her hands, even my broken blouse that was tied on both of her legs. She distanced herself a little from it. She sat on the bed and then washed the palms of her own face. I sighed before getting off the bed. I held out my hand in front of her.

"I know," she said without smiling.

"I'm sorry but I tampered with your wallet. There's nothing missing from that, you can check it." She accepted it.

Dear God! What was that? My mind was left with a question at what seemed to be a small electric voltage in my palm that flowed through every fiber of my body. I had already shaken hands with many women, foreigners or locals, but just now I felt that strange feeling.

"I am Maraiah. Maraiah Quin Schneider." She nodded.

"Nice meeting you Maraiah. Can I call you Quin? And like I said, I'll give you whatever you ask for, whatever it is. But for now, rest. Me too, my head still hurts. And again, I'm sorry; I take full responsibility for what happened."

"Yes, you can call me Quin. And as long as I expect your word, huh?"

"Of course." She said and walked out of the cabin when she turned around again.

"Let's have dinner tonight. Let's talk about what you said that you want to hire me as your girlfriend? I'll pick you up here later around seven. Would that be fine?"

"Okay." I said.

"AROUND SEVEN? It's seven thirty!" I said as I walked inside my room. Maybe she had run away from me and had no plans to keep her word?

"Huh! That woman will see!" I came down from my cabin.

I would go and confront her. I knew which cabin she was staying in because she had already mentioned that its cabin number was 29. At that time, the whole island was full of activity. Truth is further explained there. I also walked a few meters before seeing cottage 29.

I raised my eyebrows when I saw its design. It's the same as mine. That was probably one of the reasons why she entered my cabin last night. There was an open light inside. I approached and knocked. I heard no answer. I knocked again, louder than usual.

At that moment I heard footsteps approaching the door. It opened. What the hell! I almost gasped at her look as she opened her eyes. It seemed like she was just waking up because one eye was still slightly closed while the other eye was just trying to open.

Her hair was messy, but it was undeniable that she was a sight to behold. She was barefoot and she was naked from the waist up. And yes, it was truly a hell of a body.

Her body was beautiful and there wasn't even a bit of unwanted fat. In fact, she had abs. Her skin was tanned and she looked more masculine because of that. Dearest! My imagination was brought to life when I first saw her in the restaurant. Indeed, she was perfect. It was defined and toned.

The two small bumps on her chest also seemed to be teasing. And my analysis of the physical attributes here was interrupted when I heard fingers snapping in the air on the side of my head. And I was not wrong because I saw her hand below it.

I immediately felt my whole face heat up. Shame engulfed my body. It was the last time this woman had stunned me with her appearance. And worst, there was a knowing smile on her lips. Instead of being insulted, I seemed to be fascinated by that smile. What a charming smile it was and what sensual lips to go with it. Her previously closed eyes were now alive.

"Yes?"

"Yes?" I repeated what she said while trying to ignore the sudden widening of her eyes. I raised an eyebrow at her.

"Did you get amnesia? You don't recognize me anymore? Even the dinner you told me about at seven?" There was a hint of sarcasm in her language. To her surprise, she slapped her own forehead. Like she was punishing herself for being a fool.

"I'm sorry. But I'm not running away from you. I fell asleep and just woke up. Ahm, my head hurt earlier because of the hangover." She opened the door.