IN THE ARMS OF MR. MICHAELS (UNDER MAJOR REVISION)

CHAPTER NINE

  "You know, sometimes I really wanted to bury you ten feet below this island."---Anya Monriz 

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He just stood there watching her retreating back. He knows she was near to be out of her mind with him bickering with her pig friend, Julio.

He cringed as he remembered Julio's dirty thoughts. Hearing that from him made his hair stood up at the back of his neck.

He saw Julio from his peripheral vision busy diving in the water.

He frowned, confused with what in God's name he was doing, and he was practically serious and enjoying whatever it was.

He looked at him with furrowed brows, trying to decode his actions.

Is he somehow planning to catch some fish or trying to bash his head in the water?

He snorted.

That would've been better. He thought with hopes that he was right, never mind being called he's evil.

He ignored him then focused back to what he's been trying to do. Catch some food then be over with it.

He noticed more fishes comes to his way. He smiled. At least, they can finally have some to eat.

He didn't realized that he was so fortunate to have a very much comfortable life before now. He thinks this is his karma for taking everything for granted.

He shook his head at the thought of how he led his life in the past. Just traveling around the world with his modelling career, not even spending time with his parents. He knows they're quite against with his career, saying it was useless. They had always wanted him to start working in their company and be married, but he never listened.

He groaned with the thought of marrying.

Hell, he was terrified with the marrying thing. He shook his head, not wanting his mind to wander anymore.

He was about to take a strike at the big fish closer to him when he heard someone shouted.

"Robert! Jul!"

He jolted on his feet when he heard Anya's shout, alarmed that something might have happened to her.

He looked at her way and found her running like a madwoman closer to them. He sighed loudly, relieved that she was fine.

"Robert! Jul! I found something!" She shouted again while gasping for air when she had come closed to them.

He frowned.

And what thing could that possibly be that made her run like she was being chased by the troops of some rabid dogs??

He just stood there while gaping at her. But after some time of just staring at her, he asked her.

"You found what? Food or shelter?" he asked with pointed look at the still gasping woman. She looked up then grinned from ear to ear.

Okay, this is something. He thought, amazed with her acting like that.

"I found a big luggage! I found a big luggage!" she repeated in a sing-song tone.

He raised his eyebrows, now more amazed with this woman.

"I was just walking out there to calm my mind and then I found something at the shore, it was covered with sands so I kind of don't have an idea what it was first, then when I get close to it and pulled it from being half buried in the sands, then bang! I found a luggage! Oh! I'm so excited! Finally, I could take this bloody-smelly-slimey-clothes off my body!...." She continued with her blabber.