Death of a Bachelor

#36 Mercedes

Two women sat on the expansive open deck of a luxurious yacht anchored off Monte Carlo Beach, where the clear, turquoise waters stretched out to meet the sky. The sleek private yacht, a masterpiece of white and polished teak, floated gracefully atop the gentle waves. Soft loungers and plush seating adorned the deck, shaded by elegant canopies, and a glass dining table held an assortment of fresh fruits and tapas, all laid out to enjoy under the Mediterranean sun. In the background, the rugged cliffs and grand architecture of Monaco cast a dramatic silhouette, blending seamlessly with the horizon.

“¡Qué refrescante!” So freshing!

Carmen exclaimed, her eyes alight with excitement as she took a long sip of her icy lemonade. The words danced off her lips. Carmen leaned back, stretching her arms in the warm sunlight, letting the sea breeze play with her dark, glossy hair.

“Vamos, no seas tímida conmigo. No muerdo” Come on, don't be shy wuth me. I don't bite Carmen teased, her Spanish accent rich and familiar.

Simone chuckled, feeling her cheeks warm under Carmen’s friendly gaze. “No, no es eso” No, no I don't she replied, stumbling slightly over her words. “Es solo que… estoy feliz de hablar con alguien que hable español” It's just... I'm happy to talk to someone who speaks Spanish she admitted, her voice soft yet sincere.

Carmen laughed, a deep, warm sound that seemed to blend perfectly with the soothing sound of the waves “And a beautiful Spanish girl!” she added, with a graceful wave of her hand, she gestured out to the open sea, as if greeting an invisible crowd of admirers.

Simone took a sip of her lemonade, savoring the refreshing, cool tang as it slid down her throat. She nodded slowly, feeling a sense of calm settle over her, allowing herself to relax a little more with each passing moment. There was something captivating about Carmen—something magnetic and effortless that made Simone feel both comfortable and in awe. Her warmth and friendly presence was a refreshing, It was rare for her to meet someone who spoke Spanish, and it made her feel instantly more connected even though they just met two hours ago.

Carmen’s vibrant Latina beauty was undeniable, with her bronzed skin glowing in the sunlight and her eyes sparkling with mischief and warmth. She carried herself with a confidence that seemed entirely natural, as if she knew exactly who she was and embraced it fully. Her dress, a deep shade of crimson, flowed elegantly around her figure, hugging her curves she looked radiant and refined.

Simone glanced down at her own outfit—a loose, colorful oversized sweater and a simple long white skirt. While she’d chosen it for comfort, here, on this luxurious yacht with Carmen looking so poised, she felt slightly out of place. She tugged at the hem of her sweater, momentarily feeling self-conscious about her casual appearance.

She sigh with a soft smile, her gaze drifting over the beautiful scenery around them. Earlier that day, Simone had woken up late, only to find a handwritten note on the bedside table. It was from Lewis, who had left it there for her before heading out. In his neat handwriting, he’d explained that he had to attend a press conference and then go straight to a meeting with his team.

She didn’t know when she would be able to see or talk to Lewis and she had no idea when he’d be back. She tried not to dwell on it too much, but the uncertainty made it hard not to think about him. Every time she glanced at her phone, hoping for a message, she forced herself to set it down and focus on something else.

(A/N- Pretend that they are speaking in spanish, I don't want to confuse you guys🥹)

“Are you starting to get bored?” Carmen asked, raising an eyebrow as she noticed Simone let out a soft sigh.