My Killer Romance

Chapter 22 Sexy Distractions

Heya! Im sorry for the long wait.  I had the worst case of writers block and my cousins came to visit :D sorry again. 

Also i just wanted to say thank you for reading my story and just staying with me up unitl this point, it really means a lot to me! :D You guys are awesome people!

Check out my new story that i retitled The Art of Playing a Jinn. I wanna know if its a good idea.

The video (more like audio only) to the right is from one of my favorite groups, Te Vaka and i danced hula to this song in front of my whole school...really cool song i love it.  This is to get into the island spirit of things! Song means play the beat.

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Chapter 22    Sexy Distractions

A wise man never falls in love.

To be in love is to give yourself up completely to another person.  It makes you vulnerable.  I thought it was a waste of time. 

Besides, what’s the point of falling in love if it doesn’t last?  Sure you would be all lovey dovey at first but then people change.  People get bored.  In the end people are heartbroken.  I guess that’s one of the reasons why I never really dated.  Besides the whole assassin issue I never really got to meet anyone.  It’s depressing I know but I never thought I was missing out on anything…until now.

We were on a public beach.  I say this with horror as I looked around at the dozens of couples that littered the sandy white beach on a hot day.  I didn’t know this island was a tourist destination. 

I looked around and spied an Asian couple making out three meters in front of me.  To my right I could make out two European couples getting down and dirty.  Did I mention this was a public beach?

I had no idea why Franco had brought the four of us here.  Did he want me and Alex to… Oh God no!  Please tell me he had other things in mind!  When he had asked me to put on a bikini underneath my clothes I was thinking we would practice climbing coconut trees under pressure or something but this? 

Alex, Gabbie and I gingerly picked our way through the crowded beach, following a determined looking Franco to a place where it was a little less crowded.  There were fewer people here but we were still smack dab in the middle of all the tourist people.  I was a little relieved to spot some families and ‘normal’ looking people.  It’s just the couples that unnerved me. 

We gathered around and watched Franco lay down a picnic blanket and set down the picnic lunch basket while humming a merry tune. 

Although it seemed like we were here on holiday as a family we all knew better.  If he wanted a picnic lunch with us we would have just stayed at our own private beach 3 km away.  There was something special about this beach then.

“Well, what are you waiting for? Sit down.” He said happily.  Clearly he was enjoying the fatherly role he was playing. 

We all sat down cross-legged and faced him with questioning faces.

“Father, what are we doing here?” Alex said with the epitome of respect for his fake dad.

“Patience my boy!” he said, twitching his fake mustache.  And with that he fell asleep.

….

So here we were sitting, all wearing jeans and T-shirts in the middle of an international crowd in a public beach not knowing why we are here in the first place.  Awesome right?

Of course we had to look like we were blending in so I put on some sunscreen and lay on my belly staring at the massive crowd.

 Gabbie decided to get a tan and took all her clothes off, revealing a yellow bikini underneath, and fell asleep just like Franco.  Honestly I love those two to pieces and I think of Franco as my father and Gabbie is my best friend but this was really frustrating.  I mean what am I supposed to do!

Looking over at Alex, I saw he was laughing at a few kids building sandcastles two towels down from us.  We were okay with each other now, I mean we weren’t exactly friends but we weren’t trying to kill each other either.

I smiled as I remembered last night.  I was helping make tortillas with chicken sauce for our dinner.  Franco was making the sauce and I was kneading the dough for the tortillas.  Gabbie was in the bathroom showering and Alex was leaning on the island in the middle of the kitchen watching us cook.  It pissed me off; the kid could cook so why wasn’t he helping us?

Franco didn’t seem to mind being the patient man he was but I was furious.  Call me short-tempered but I don’t like doing extra work. 

I was kneading the dough on the island across from him as Alex turned around to stare at me.  I had just finished kneading the dough and was now making a round long shape with it so I could cut it into small balls.

Being the pervert he is, he waggled his eyebrows at me and said “Couldn’t keep your hands off?”

I grabbed the penis looking dough and held it up over the bowl with both hands.  Then I squeezed both hands and smiled evilly when the dough lost its shape and started oozing in between my fingers and into the bowl.  Ouch. 

Looking up I saw him cringe.  “What?  Too hard for you?” I said smiling evilly. 

He was about to reply when Franco shot us a look.  I smiled sheepishly and got back to taking large chunks off the round long dough.  Alex cringed every time I took a chunk off which just made me giggle.  He laughed along with me and eventually came over to help roll the little balls out while I cooked the tortillas in a pan. 

We ended up having a great dinner and it felt great having a family, even if it was a façade.  I ended up on the couch to sleep and Franco had gotten the hammock outside.  Gabbie got the only bedroom in this tiny house and Alex ended up sleeping on the floor next to me.  As soon as my head hit the pillow I had fallen asleep.