Fun Below Deck

Chapter 14

Dom.

Another four weeks have passed and I’m the happiest I’ve been in a long time. Arabella has acted professional when others are around then at night my dirty minx comes out to play in my room. Then she heads off to her cabin again. The only problem is when she thinks no one is looking I can see a bit of sadness creeping over her face.  

Just like this morning at breakfast she was all smiles and pleasantries, then as soon as we were seated the fakeness dropped. I'm guessing it was something I’ve done but tonight is the night I've arranged a surprise for us. Surprisingly, with Captain Ste’s permission.  

“Time to get ready,” I wrap my hands around her waist. “We are all heading out for the night. Time to get off this yacht for a while.”  

We have docked at Skopelos, the location where mamma Mia was filmed. Arabella had already arranged a trip for the guests to here, little does she know plans have changed.  

“You go off and do your thing, sure I’ll meet you at the club later.” She pecks me lightly, yet its not enough. I have to deepen the kiss. She opens willingly to let my tongue roam her mouth, I feel the vibrations of a soft moan escape. My restraint is slipping and all I want to do now is to take her over the railings, let everyone see who she truly belongs to. I manage to hold myself back.  

I break away, “No you're coming too. Arabella you're the one I want to experience this stuff with. Not the guys. Please for me.” I try my best impression of puppy dog eyes but it must work because she laughs.  

“Fine, but are we coming back before the club? I don’t fancy walking the set with clubbing clothes.”  

I kiss her deeply, tasting the one gin she snuck when she thought no one was watching, “For you we will come back.” 

Shortly after I meet her on the dock, she's standing in a pair of white denim shorts, loosely fitted tank top and a pair of flip flops. Her hair is down and in her natural waves, fuck she's gorgeous. Such a simple outfit but yet I cant take my eyes away.  

“Wheres the others?” she looks back at the yacht expecting my friends to arrive.  

I grab her hand and start walking the short distance to the destination. “They sat this one out. Its our first official on land date.” I smile brightly down at her.  

She shakes her head making her hair fly everywhere, I grip onto the back of her neck making us stop in our tracks. Tourists walking around us to avoid colliding, I tip her head up using my other hand on her chin.  

“We came here to look at the beautiful view, not stare into each other’s eyes,”  

“I'm looking at a beautiful view now,” I rest my forehead against Arabella’s. I’ve never looked into such bright hazel eyes before. In the sun there’s hints of green speckles and I'm mesmerized.  

“I bet you say that to all the ladies,” she pushes me away lightly trying to hold in her laughter.  

We continue walking up the windy paths, until we get to a big tree with sandy colored bark. Arabella gasps as she notices the picnic blanket laying on the ground with a wicker basket. It only contains beverages and a few snacks. We sit, looking out into the village and honestly I don’t know which id prefer to watch. The sun setting or Arabella’s eyes. I go for the latter.