A summer in Greece. Caroline, a 17 year old girl falls in love with her mother's boss, Harry, a 35 year old man. She knows it's wrong but he makes her feels so good.
A/n: I see y'all reading but ion see no votes or comments. Sooo
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"Caroline ." A husky voice moans in my ear. I look around trying to find the disembodied voice.
"Caroline ." He says again. That voice. So familiar yet unknown.
"Caroline ."
I open my eyes to be greeted by my mother's bright Brown eyes. The same as mine.
"Caroline, wake up. We're here." She sits back down in her chair and packs up her laptop and some documents.
I rub my eyes, adjusting to the bright little lights inside the plane. It's night time but the jet lag already kicked in and I'm awake. The flight was excruciatingly long with a short layover somewhere in the UK. The passengers up front are slowly getting off of the plane. Harry probably already got off since first class usually are the first to do anything.
I'm not sure what first class is like although I imagine it's like the movies. Big seats, fancy drinks, coke maybe.
"Let's go. " My mom taps my arm. The group of six 20 year olds with their selfie sticks in the row in front of us giggle and scurry down the aisle. I stand up and open the overhead compartment grabbing my backpack that has my toothbrush and the clothes that didn't fit in my suitcase.
I put my bag on and see movement in the corner of my eye. Harry stands up from his seat in the row behind me. He opens his overhead compartment.
He's really tall. 6'2 to my 5'3. Fit. And an ass in those gray slacks. He's wearing glasses now. Thin gray frames with a medium sized lense. They might just be for the look but damn they're hot.
So he has millions but sits in economy? He seems like a picture perfect man. Beautiful wife and daughter, successful company, work trips to different countries. I've always wondered if men like him ever feel like they're missing something money can't buy.
"Go." My mom rushes me.
A cab drove us close to our hotel but we have to walk the rest. I don't mind it at all once I see the gorgeous lights and architecture of Santorini. The buildings are smooth and look like little caves that were turned into shops.
We stop at a gelato shop, as soon as my mother laid eyes on it she had to have some. Inside it looks like people are getting ready to close for the night like all the other shops we've passed.
An older man and a boy are wiping down counters when we enter. A little bell chimes causing their heads to raise. For a second I thought the man might kick us out but instead he offers a smile so big his eyes are shut tight.
"Welcome!" He motions us to enter. His accent is heavy but understandable and also playful. "Free samples?"
My mother jumps at the opportunity and accepts the tiny pink spoon with a scoop of gelato.
