The Billionaire’s Heirs: A Hilton Cove Tale

ns Liliana, get a grip would you?! “I’ve been looking for you..” He begins, taking a step closer to me. “I went to the shop the other day looking for you, but it was closed,” He had?? “Y

m made me feel so..so..I don’t even know the word for it. It was so much tho. He made me feel so much for someone I knew nothing of at all. “Where are you taking me, Oliver?” I asked when we kept going farther and farther away from residential areas and past the market place. We got a few curious looks and glances, but since I owed no one an explanation, I didn’t deign to give any. And Oliver seemed to think the same as he didn’t spare anyone a second glance. “Oh you know me, just taking you to some place secluded so I can dismember you..” he says in a falsely serious tone, his voice going all deep. Well I think it was a false tone. “But I don’t know you tho. You could very well be taking me for that reason. Who are you really?” Oliver chuckled at my response, his voice warm and filled with amusement. "I promise I'm not a serial dismemberer," he quipped, his tone returning to its playful, easygoing nature. "I'll tell you who I really am, if you promise me one thing," I rolled my eyes, despite the wide stretch of my lips as I smiled, my cheeks burning. “Am not that curious about you Oliver..” “Hmm, it’s your choice Lily,” “Ugh, fine! What is it?” “Not now. There’s somewhere I want you to see first.” “Oliveer!” I whined. (Goodness I whined! Who am I?! What am I??! What has this handsome boy done to me??) “Patience lily bear,” He laughed loudly, jostling me up. “Ew, the fuck did you call me?” I guffawed, throwing my head back as I laughed. “Shut it! It’s cute, don’t ruin it for me..” I could hear the pout in his tone. “‘Lily bear’” I impersonated, deepening my voice in efforts to sound like he had. “I swear to god amma let you down,” He threatened. “Fine fine, am sorry. But don’t call me that, seriously.” I say, the smile evident in my voice. “Amma call you what I want to call you,” He grumbled, adjusting me again as I begin to slip. “You can let me down now..” I say when we approach the sandy beach. “You sure?” He asked reluctantly, turning his face to the side to ask me, and I felt my breath hitch as my gaze clashed with his arresting gaze, our faces so close his nose brushed against my cheek. “Uhm!” I nodded firmly, when I couldn’t muster up a response. He smiled in disappointment, but still released his grip on me and I slid down his back, my sandaled feet making contact with the grainy sand. I took a deep strong inhale of the salty air, relishing in the feel of the wind and the faraway sound of the waves. “I love the beach.” I tell him, turning to see him looking at me with a small smile and an intense heated look that had liquid heat course through me. Particularly my lower abdomen. For reasons, I refuse to acknowledge. “I do too. Come,” He gives me his hand, and I hesitated for barely a second before I took it. His hand was big, warm and smooth. Very smooth. Smoother than even mine. I’ve never seen anyone with such smooth hands. Weird. But also nice. As our fingers interlocked, Oliver led me down the beach, away from the hustle and bustle of the crowded areas. The sun was overhead, casting a warm, golden glow across the sand and water. Seagulls glided gracefully overhead, and the