The Price of Gold | Fortune's Fool #1

32 | pushing my luck

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♥ gabriel ♥

I'D BEEN PRAYING so hard for Logan to walk in when I was talking to Louisa. 10 quid bet that he'd totally lose his shit. It would have been so hilarious that it'd made my week. Maybe month.

Lying backwards on the net that hovered over the sea, I briefly closed my eyes. I was still slightly confused why Louisa had left so suddenly.

Well, I don't know. Perhaps, the fact you dragged her under the water may have been a contributing factor.

Comfortably folding my arms across my bare chest, I chuckled thinking about the utter look of panic on her face as her drenched black hair stuck to her exposed back, trailing all the way down to her small waist. Her slim legs seemed to run on forever, an endless line of golden-

Okay Gabey-boy, that's enough.

For that split second, I felt like a complete asshole for scaring her although I had to say, that woman sure knew how to give a good kick. The corner of my lip jerked upwards as the long, thin scratch that she'd inflicted on my bicep into sight. Bloody killed in the salt water.

Lowering my eyelids, I felt a weight sink besides me and a flicker of a smile flashed on my face. "Came back to apologise for beating the hell out of me?" I said, knowing it would wind her up further.

"What?" a voice that definitely wasn't Lou said.

My eyes flickered open in uncertainty, my smile dropping as I took in the source of the voice. "Oh hey. You alright?"

Talisa analysed me for a couple beats before allowing what I'd said to slide. She was wearing a tiny bikini that really wasn't her usual style. The tiny piece of material covered barely anything and I found myself in an odd dilemna of not knowing where to look.

Was she wearing that for me? God, I hoped not.

No, she wouldn't. She wasn't that type of person. It was Talisa. Ultimately chilled all the time. Despite the fact I convincingly told myself this, I found that I still had many doubts of the validity of my statement.

"Yeah, I'm good. Did you not sleep away the jet lag? It's 7.30am. I crashed out as soon as we got on the yacht. That whinging baby behind us in the line at security gave me a fucking headache."

She propped herself up on her almond coloured arm, her bikini top slipping even lower. Usually, if a girl sat down next to me wearing that, my eyes would be wandering everywhere having the feast of their life yet this was different.

I decided to keep my gaze fixed on her face.

"Not gonna lie, I half expected you to grab its rattle and chuck it across the room," I said, causing her to raise an eyebrow as she moved her head in contemplation, probably imagining the scenario.

"That would have been a damn good idea. Shame, I hadn't thought of it myself." I snorted at her typically Talisa Lisin statement, bringing my observance to her eyes and struggling to see her fern light green iris due to her huge pupils.

I wasn't going to ask her about that. I had more important things to talk to her about. That didn't mean I wasn't willing to push that conversation as far back as possible. "Come on, you have to admit it was a cute baby."

It had been with a head full off curly blonde hair and huge saucers for eyes.

"Sure. That's if you find 1 foot tall monster machines - that do absolutely nothing but eat and cry - cute," Talisa muttered as I let out a laugh gazing at the buildings in the distance. We settled into a amiable silence for a couple minutes as I battled with myself to bring up the topic.