The Hate Between Us

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zon. The sky is painted with shades of orange, pink, and purple, creating a breathtaking backdrop for the crash

gh I haven't seen him in ten years I have heard tales of his arrogance. I pla

ives me a prompt towards the ocean and I move with it. Earlier on, I gulped two glasses of one sour, bitter red wi

at will be a lot more safe. The boat is latched to an enormous log of wood, so I use my shaky fingers to untie it. The boat shakes

sfying. As I am in it, I get the sense of se

and panic washes all over me. I am not too far from the shores, but I can'

f the water. It's nowhere close to one. I

osed to be a lif

raise my head from the water, and the only thing I hear aside from the roaring water is the condescending tone the voice speaks to me, like he's used to expla

g of a life jacket to me?" I ask, wa

, which isn't advisable for newbies, so yes, maybe

ce turn red. Though I'm about to sink, it's not a worry to me. This man i

t a newbie then." I say as I turn

only beach shorts revealing his very long legs. He has a well-sculpted body with dark hair that the wind tousles. If I weren't so furious, maybe I'd take a moment to admire how water slowly rolls down between his two large pecs down to

of the resort's assistants as well since you're such a '

t his condescending attitude m

g to gain momentum and strength over the not-so-peaceful water. "Yo

for help. I can feel his intense gaze on my back, but I ignore i

boat over there." His hands are formed in an ak

myself and feel the intensity of the water. Modern boats don't do that. I don't reply to him, instead I prove to him t

ng at me with an amused expression on his face. I walk to the edge of t

h the same force, the boat tumbles over and I'm thrown into the

that slips from my mouth as I

hat follows makes me

s a kid. I part the water with huge strokes of my arms, and I can feel the panic fueling every stroke vividly. I'm probably not swimming with any coordination, but I don't care. M

and carries me out of the water like a little child, and I feel the san

ack my body as my lungs try to steal

t?" the sexy ta

the waters sent me to. One thing I know: I am not swimming again. I t

nd fire down me. Even if I haven't seen hi

est. His hands are on my fore

touch awakens all my sensory nerves. I don't even get the chance to recover from my

re?" he ask

nds so concerned. I

oosebumps are the effect. I shiver,

h?" his eyebrows

." I s

test, he yanks me off the floor. He carries me like a child

ust follow. Even though I'm working in this

ing in or the effect of the drowning is making me lose my consciousness.

e a cotton candy will melt into a kid's mouth, I m

listened to me, t

lls me now. He smirks. "I'll get you a cup of hot chocolate." I nod slowly. As much as I want to escape from him,

ng here shows who he is–it's just an empty, fancy room. I strap the drapers to my

I see his dark hair and aquiline nose, looking down at me.

tomach accepts it. He sits on the edge of the bed and watches me drink it. I admire his face alread

u bette

it on the bedside drawer. I have nowhere

te that smeared it. "I have chocolate on your..." the

tes like coffee and mint all together. I

st

tisfaction. My hands are dipped in his hair, his

break from our kiss and cont

twined. He holds me still, never to let go of me. He uses

m; I can't even think of pulling out of this

re. He let go of my breasts and undo my panties. In a flick

eyes and I