"What are you thinking?" I ask him.
"You really want to know?" He replies in a voice so dark and full of warning it sends a shiver down my spine.
"Yes." I say, being utterly brave.
A small smirk lifts the corner of his lips as he walks towards me...
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Emara Stone
I swim around happily, my fin flaps right and left lazily as I mind my own business in the vast ocean, enjoying my freedom.
Being a mermaid has its own perk.
Except for this damn bikini top made of clam shells that keeps on slipping away from my breast, making it hard for me to swim care-freely.
I try to slap them on my chest so they stay stuck to my titties, but due to strong waves and slippery water, they try to float away.
Ughh! This is so annoying.
Out of nowhere, a man surfaces straight out of fantasy like a dreamy aquatic God- Tall, dark and handsome, with his hair perfectly floating in the water.
He got this rough charm of a predatory and savior, the kind of vibe that makes the entire ocean hold its breath.
The mysterious hottie looks at me, sees my struggle to keep these stubborn sea shells on my boobies and smirks.
"If you want.. I can help you." His voice sounds like a smooth blend of chocolate and whiskey.
I couldn't help but blush. My cheeks turn into the color of corals around us.
"Yes, please." I manage to speak, against the strong current.
His smirk grows and he states like an order, "Come to my office."
Wait, what?
"Your office?" My mermaid lashes flutter at him in confusion.
Mr. Aquatic God winks at me and without another word, he hops onto a giant shark with ocean swag.
"I'll be waiting for you." He says smoothly, before patting the shark's fin and riding off into the deep sea, leaving only trail of bubbles behind him.
"Wait.. Where is your office?" I yell after him, holding my titties.
🎵'Oops I did it again'🎵
🎵'I played with your heart, got lost in the game'🎵
A loud music plays beside my head and I jolt up from my sweet dream. The hot aquatic God is gone, so does my mermaid tail and shells from my chest. All vanished!
🎵'Oh baby, baby'🎵
🎵'Oops, you think I am in love'🎵
The song continues to blare beside my head, and I realize it is not my alarm, but my phone's ring tone.
Who the hell is calling me at mid-night?
Still in a near coma state, I squint my eyes at the screen like staring at the Sun in noon. Can't see a damn shit!
"Hello?" My voice comes out all sleepy and annoyed at the person spoiling my beauty sleep.
"Emara.." A deep, raspy voice rumbles through the phone, and my brain buffers for a second.
