_Willem _

I arrived at the villa and found Amelia asleep in the master bedroom. The white sheets only covered her middle, leaving her long brown legs exposed. She wore black panties, a thong, and I couldn't stop staring at her round ass.

This is what I never knew I wanted. A woman to call my own. This woman in particular. I wanted to come home to her every day like this. I would take a shower and then slide into bed next to her, craving her closeness and her body. But before we got to that, she would ask me about my day, and then she'd tell me stories about one of the kids she treated at the hospital that day.

I would empathize and then take her in my arms and tell her how grateful I was to have her in my life, that I loved starting and ending my day with her. She would smile and then I would kiss her and make blazing hot love to her until we were both too exhausted to move.

After which, I would slowly withdraw from her body, my head in the clouds, my heart filled with love. She'd whisper goodnight and I would hold her close until the powerful lull of sleep brought me under, and in my dreams, I'd dream about her.

The sound of Hunter's shoes walking in the hallway made me realize how creepy this would look if she woke up right now and found me lurking over her like a phantom in the night. I grabbed the edge of the sheet and pulled it over her legs. As I did so, she turned and her top half became exposed.

Jeetje, I thought in Dutch. She wasn't wearing a bra, and damn, her tits, they were round globes of femininity. She had large areoles and smack in the middle of them, two dark and rather inviting pointy nipples beckoned me to come forward.

My cock immediately hardened velvet steel behind my trousers. I bit my lip and forced my body to calm down. The heat crawling under my skin and the pressure at the tip of my cock reminded me that it had been too long since I let a woman near me.

Too long since I kissed soft lips. Too long since I tasted the ripe cherry between a woman's thigh. Too long since I held her breasts in my hands, my fingers rolling her nipples into stiff peaks of desire.

Out of respect for Amelia, I covered her up, careful not to touch her inappropriately. I then turned off the bedside lamp and went to the bedroom next door. It was going to be a long night.

To my utter surprise, morning came fast after a night of mostly tossing and turning. Leaving Bradley was harder than I thought it would be. Hopefully, I wouldn't be here for long. All I had to do was convince Amelia to come back with me as soon as possible.

I showered and sprayed on some cologne. I dumped a handful of products in my hair to tame the curls and then headed downstairs wearing a white linen shirt and dark jeans. I was a man on a mission. I had to get the girl and do everything in my power to keep my son alive without telling the said girl about him.

When I got to the kitchen, the chef, Francois, was already there. "You got in early," I said, grabbing a glass out of the cupboard for water.

Francois nodded his blond head. "Caught the earliest ferry. I know you enjoy a good healthy breakfast, so I'm at your service."

"Good. Amelia's upstairs asleep and I want to bring her breakfast in bed. I hope you got some good stuff at the market." I poured water into the glass and then gulped it down.

"Yeah, Hunter went grocery shopping yesterday."

"Wonderful. I'm going to make a few calls while you do what you do."

I left the kitchen and went to stand outside in the impressive courtyard. Birds were chirping in the trees and behind me, I could hear the ocean as it washed up on the shore over and over again. I dialed Tessa's number and she picked up after a long while. It sounded like I'd woken her up from her sleep.

"Is your house on fire?" she asked drowsily. "Or maybe that old fox doesn't have what it takes to keep you in her bed."

A smile formed on my lips and I shook my head. "Good morning, Tessa. I was calling to ask you to check up on my son and let me know how he's doing."

"Why? Where are you?"

"I'm in Anguilla, not far. If anything happens I'll be there within an hour."

"What are you doing there? If it's work, why not send someone else?"

"It's not work."

"You're out there with her, aren't you? She comes out of nowhere and you choose her over our son? Our dying son?"

I sighed and gazed up at the sky, hoping for a sign, but there were none. "Bradley is not dying."

"You keep telling yourself that, but his condition is highly critical."

"I won't let him die."

Tessa scoffed. "You mean your money won't let him die. There are some problems that money can't fix, and last I checked, you're not a hotshot, miracle doctor."

Bingo.

Omar was right as usual. That comment was not something Tessa would normally say. "Why didn't you tell me about your family going bankrupt?" I asked, keeping my voice low and nonconfrontational.

"So you could have yet another reason not to be with me?" she said and I could hear the pain and longing in her voice.

"I never cared about your family's money, Tessa. You were married to my brother and that's the number one reason I want nothing to do with you, unless it involves Bradley, of course. Secondly, you have a nasty attitude. We would fight and but heads every day."

"My attitude is only nasty when it comes to you. You just do something to me. Everyone else loves me."

"Good to know, but I will never be one of those people who do. Now all I'm asking you to do is to check in twice a day and let me know how Bradley's doing. Think you can do that?"

"Fuck you, Willem. Enjoy your honeymoon or whatever you're doing with that woman. I will watch over our son."

"Thank you."

I didn't wait for her to hang up. I ended the call and pocketed the phone and then headed back into the kitchen. Francois had a large wooden tray filled with food waiting on the counter. The sweet aroma of strawberry-filled french toast mixed with vanilla circulated far and wide, blocking out all other scents.

Snatching one of the green seedless grapes from off the tray, I glanced at Francois before popping it into my mouth. "If she doesn't want me after this, then I'm not sure I can win her over. Sometimes, when too much damage has been done, there's no repairing what was done."

"So you're telling me that the whole house was demolished? That you need to go and build another one?" Francois queried in his French accent.

"What house? I'm talking about my relationship with Amelia." I snapped off another grape and ate it.

"Me too. I see relationships like a house. I fix what is broken. A shattered window? Replace it. Clogged toilet? Unclog it. You don't give up on your house every time something stops working."

"I can see where you're going with that, but this house doesn't have any furniture or fitments. It's all empty walls and no paint."

"What about windows and doors?" Francois filled a tall jar with orange juice and placed it on the tray next to the food.

"We have those... I think."

"Unless there was an earthquake that was a nine-point-one on the Richter scale, then you should have windows and doors."

"Man, this earthquake was at least a six-point-eight. The walls are cracked."

"Hmm." Francois nodded and frown lines appeared on his forehead as he concentrated. "Then get a contractor and get to work."

"A marriage counselor? Why didn't I think of that? Thanks, Francois."

"Thank me when you have the girl."

"You married, Francois? Is there something you're not telling me?"

"You know I'm not the marrying type, but I've had several long-lasting relationships."

"And then she broke up with you because you didn't want to marry her."

"Exactly, that's right."

I grabbed the tray along with the pitcher of orange juice on my way out. "Nice talk," I bellowed over my shoulder. And I didn't mean that in a condescending way. Francois was a talented man, a master chef, and damn good at giving relationship advice.

As I climbed up the stairs on the side of the glass wall, early morning sunlight streamed through, illuminating the entire living area in a soft glow. I loved this villa because of how airy and open it was. I also loved how close to the ocean it was and I liked that our closest neighbors were at least five minutes walk away on the other side of the beach. And with Amelia here, for the first time, I saw it in a different light. A family vacation home where we could come together whenever we needed a change of scenery.

I made it to the first floor with the tray still in hand, the pitcher of orange juice balancing precariously on the edge. Two doors down on the left, I gently opened the door to the master bedroom where Amelia appeared to be still asleep with her back to me.

She had a beautiful back, brown and slender with a dip in the middle. I wanted to lick and kiss her everywhere. Butterfly kisses down her back, wet kisses on her clit, and tender kisses on her eyes.

I meant to shut the door quietly with my foot, but the opposite happened. Startled by the loud clap, Amelia twisted over and sat up in bed, clutching the sheet to her chest.

"Hunter? I didn't ex—" Her words faltered when her eyes met mine. "Oh, wrong person."

I stopped in my tracks, my eyes narrowing. "I see you've met Hunter."

"What are you doing here? How did you find me?"

"I own this place, Amelia. And you best believe I know everything that goes on under this roof." I approached the bed and laid the tray down by her legs.

She raised her eyebrows and then glanced at the array of food on it before looking back up at me. "What's this?"

"Breakfast," I said gruffly. "I wanted to surprise you and I thought we could eat together and get to know each other better. But it looks like you'd rather have breakfast with Hunter."

"Why are you here? This is a violation of my rights as a guest staying here. Whether you own this place or not, you have no right to barge in here uninvited."

"Amelia, baby, you're still my wife. I have every right to be here. And what were you thinking running off like that? Filo is worried sick about you."

"You're here for Filo, is that it?" She shook her head and was about to jump out of the bed with the sheets wrapped around her when the jar of orange juice on the breakfast tray rattled. Leaving the sheet behind, she got up, not caring that her titties were exposed for me to see. "I can't stay here," she said, turning her back to me to search in the walk-in closet.

I groaned inwardly. She was provoking me and I didn't like being provoked. I did things on my terms, using my head always.

And right now, all I could see was the image of her gorgeous round breasts behind my eyes and the sexy sway of her hips as she walked away from me wearing barely-there panties. I wanted her something fierce. I wanted her on her knees begging for my cum. I wanted her underneath me, her legs spread far and wide to accommodate my heavy, throbbing cock.

In the closet, she'd found a white lacy bra and was putting it on when I strolled in and grabbed the back of her neck. I forced her against the floor to ceiling mirror opposite the closet. Her eyes met mine in it and her shock was apparent. I stood with my body flushed against hers, my erection pressing against her ass.

"Where the fuck do you think you're going? Hmm?" I demanded, my lips grazing her ear. "You're not leaving me. One month. That's all I'm asking for."

Her breath was imprinting on the mirror and damn me if I didn't think that was fucking hot. I was also surprised that she wasn't fighting my hold her on. I took the liberty to kiss her shoulder, my tongue swirling as I made my way up her neck. "One month, schatje. You and me, getting to know each other. You intrigue me and I want to explore every inch of that smart brain of yours. I want you to sit on my face until you come and I want to fuck you so damn good... like a husband should fuck his wife."

She moaned and her gaze shifted to the floor. "Let me go. Now."

"Tell me you'll stay."

"Or what?" she challenged.

"I'll tie you up until you cooperate. Believe me, I will do it."

"Then I guess you're going to have to do just that."

"Don't tempt me," I practically growled.

"You wanted a divorce. What the fuck happened? This makes no sense."

Releasing her hand, I unclasped the bra from around her waist and it fell to the floor. I spun her around, my hands closing around her neck until she was staring up at me. I lowered my head, but I kept my eyes on her face, my left hand holding her right one captive.

I paused and licked my lips. "I'm going to suck your tits and I want you to tell me if it makes sense." I waited for her to tell me to fuck off, but all I got was her heavy breathing. Her eyes were half opened, heavy with need, confusion and arousal swirling in their brown depths.

A second later, her nipple was in my mouth. I licked and sucked more of her breast into my mouth, my left hand coming up to cup her fullness. She whimpered and then moaned, the sound soft and exhilarating. There was a rush in my head, blood pumping, heart beating in distinct arousal.

"Tell me, schatje, does it make sense when I do that?" I dropped one nipple and went for the other, laving at her with my tongue.

"You're not making any sense," she whispered and I couldn't help but noticed that she hadn't touched me yet.

"I think our bodies make a lot of sense right now," I said. "Your body's talking to me. I'm listening, observing. Notice how shallow your breath is? And right here at your neck, your pulse is racing. Give me a second." I slipped my hands down the front of her panties, my fingers slipping through her slick folds. "Oh yes, just as I expected. You're soaking wet, baby. This is sex anatomy one-o-one."

"Please."

"Please what? Finger you? Bend you over and fuck you?" I pressed my middle finger on her clit. "You understand anatomy. Better than me I presume. You know perfectly well what's going on here. I want you and you want me."

"Boss?" There was a sharp knock at the door.

I squeezed my eyes shut in frustration. "What is it, Hunter?"

"Omar said he found a breach in the security system. He says it's urgent."

"Tell him to fix it."

"He can't."

More frustration. "I'll be right there."

I released my hold on Amelia's neck slowly. "Don't make me have to tie you up. Eat your food. I'll be back." I dropped a soft kiss on her surprised lips. Knowing that I had her where I wanted her, I stalked out of the room, my linen shirt more wrinkled than when I first came in. But I didn't care.

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