Devotion (3) ✔

20 - Mariana

2 years later.

The white sand on shores of this private island, glistened under the intense glare of the sun. Paradise. It was an absolute paradise. I was floating on the pool that was maybe 20 feet. We were surrounded by greenery, the luxury hut behind us was shaded by the beautiful tall palm trees. The water ruffled behind me, two arms enclosed around my waste.

Santiao floated close, hands slid up my torso to my naked breasts. I leaned back to find him naked as well. Effortlessly, he stuck himself inside me.

"This is so beautiful." He whispered against my neck.

"I know right." He was slow thrusting into me.

"I don't mean the view." I tilted my head in pleasure.

Mmm. I was starting to feel the tingles shooting thought my pussy and to my stomach when I suddenly heard leaves rustling to our right. Turning, we found Lucia make her way through the little patch of palm trees that separated our villa from theirs.

"Oh God." I whispered. They both looked up, still in the shades when their faces morphed into disgust.

"AHHH!" Lucia screamed and closed her eyes. Mortified, I tried to hide under the water but Tiago held me up.

"If you move, my dick's in view." He sounded embarrassed. She only saw the side view, nothing. Thank God.

"EWW." She snickered, upturning her nose. She turned and practically ran away. When we were alone again, I turned, my heart thumped in my chest. My hand covered my open mouth, I was stuck between mid-laughter and a shocked expression.

"Oh fuck." He ran a hand through his hair, a ghost of embarrassed smile on his lips. "I completely forgot about lunch. We asked her to come over didn't we?" I nodded and we both burst out into laughter.

We dried up, dressed quickly before making our way to the twin villa 30 feet away from the our own. Grey slope roof, open windows, doors, for maximum air flow. It was hot in St. Lucia but that's exactly why we came here.

It was actually a paid vacation by the Lucia Villa Resort so I could promote them on my channel of 10 million viewers and over 15 million Instagram followers. After last year, when Santiago was on Forbes magazine for being self-made billionaire, my followers grew due to my connection to him. His sister's paintings were now being sold for millions and the prints were flying off the shelves.

This is was family did. One made it and pulled the others up along with it.

"I sometimes wish that my parents were here. Enjoying the life they always dreamt of. Worked so hard for." I blurted out. Tiago, Lucia and I were in the little open cabana that had its own food bar. We got some breakfast and sat around the round table that was under a fan. "Sorry for bringing down the mood." I stuffed my face with some scrambled eggs.

"No, I'd take depressed conversation than naked ones." Her whole body shook in disgust making me and Tiago laugh. He tore of a piece of bread and flicked it at her face but she didn't retaliate. Just looked at him with contempt.

"Anyways." Lucia carried on. "Well, I don't have a good relationship with my father. I mean, I try but he's so, over baring and always trying to tell me what to do and not. I just... I don't know. Also, I can't handle the screaming. Whenever he gets agitated, he'll like, shout or scream and I can't deal with that. I've trying to have a normal relationship with him for two year but no progress. So no, I wouldn't really want him here."

"True but I my parents, I hardly spoke to them. They'd be so busy and then so tired when they'd come home, the house was just silent." I shrugged.