Seventy Shades Of Steele

Seventy Shades Of Steele(18)

*Angelina's POV*

I am not sure if I should run in the next direction or if this is just an illusion. But when Alex's mother runs up to me and then squashes my face into her naked breasts, I know that I made a big mistake by refusing the offer Alex made earlier.

I ease back with a smile, Alex's hand immediately around my waist and giving me an apologetic look. I smile before grabbing two martinis from a passing waitress. I cannot survive this sober.

I mean, I am eternally grateful that his father have the decency to wear a swim trunk. Or whatever that red panty-looking thing is. It is a wonder how the thing doesn't explode for containing all...argh! I chug down another glass of martini. I swear these waiters and waitresses are saving my life. No matter how scantly dressed they are. It is a much better view than the old guy I see coming out of the water with his balls and flaccid member swinging like a pendulum.

Fvck! It still registers in my brain and disgusts me. How slammed do I have to be for this all to look normal? Or the very least, less horrible?

"Oh dear, calm down on the drinks," his mother states taking a martini away from my hands. Nooo...Alex chuckles beside me and I throw him a glare. How dare he finds this funny. I make a note to get back at him in the future. Not that it will be the far future, it has to be soon. I mean, not sure how long this...thing between us is going to last for. It might just last until tomorrow evening. Suddenly the smile I was sporting is gone. Yeah, everything looks depressing now. Even some naked old guy walks pass and it looks depressing. Like look at what the world has come to. Sh!t! I need to get myself together. And so the smile goes back on. No matter how brittle it is, it is still there. "You didn't even get one for your boyfriend. You selfish girl."

She says it in a teasing manner as she hands Alex the martini, but I feel anything but in a teasing mood. Did she really call me selfish? She just met me and have the audacity to judge me...wait, she said Alex is my boyfriend. I look up at Alex who was looking at his mother before feeling my gaze and looks down at me. He kisses my nose, not saying a word or seeming he disagrees with his mother's statement. A statement that is really a game changer in my mind, but I guess it meant nothing to Alex. Maybe we really are here just for appearances. I really am here for appearances.

"Well, we will be welcoming everyone like the good hosts we are," his father informs with a serious expression. Yep, even in a tight swimming trunks and nothing else, the guy still acts as if he is wearing a suit and conducting business. Wonder where Alex got his personality from? Hmmm..."Hope you continue to enjoy your short stay here Miss Pryce."

"Yes, dear," Mrs Steele states with a smile that I am sure has a hint of fakeness to it. She does not like me. Or probably sees me as lacking. I have no idea at this point. "And beware his cousins. They are troublemakers and don't drink too much. We have dinner later."

A simple "see you later" could have been done. I swear, this woman is either naturally such a conniving bïtch or she just doesn't like me. Well, I guess that doesn't exactly says she hates me. Maybe she has to know me well first. We just met two hours Ago, and that is just a rough estimate. Most likely less.

Alexander grins down at me before he gives me the martini his mother took from me and gave him. He grabs my hand as he kisses my bare shoulder. I shudder and his lips linger before he straightens to his full length.

"As much as I want to take you back inside and have you for myself, I am going to have to share," he gestures to some guys and women in the water waving at us. "Are you ready to get wet?"

My eyes widen as I blush profusely. I step away from him, those wolfish eyes watching my every step. No, he can't be serious. He knows I can't...

He grabs me as if I weigh nothing and I squeal as my world is suddenly turned upside down. I see his naked back muscles flex not too far from my face and I am reminded once again how short I am. Although I am grateful my face isn't at his ass. I look down and catch a glance of that tight butt of his. Maybe I am not grateful.