We were at the beach for over two hours and i'm typically not the type of person to swim in the ocean and enjoy the water, I usually sit in the sand, look good, and take pictures. Today was different though- not because it's my honeymoon but because of who tagged along with us.

She was still unsure about her presence here with us so she was a little timid. I watched her stare at the ocean with a longing look in her eye and both my husband and I could see that she really wanted to swim. She was doing what she thought we wanted her to do, just sit there attentively so that she could take care of us as our assistant.

For me and hun that was far from the truth...

At this point we don't even see her as what she's supposed to be. She was hired to assist and answer to us, yes, but maybe that's ought to change. There's no denying I want her- there's no denying that Leo wants her. And there's definitely no denying what we actually see her as.

We want her.

not like a business partner and not as an employee. This is something we're going to take slow obviously but we've both concluded that she's what we need/ want. Amiyah had an aura to her and it was easy for us to guess that she's very submissive. She's a good girl, obedient, intelligent, and innocent. If that's not a dead giveaway then I don't know what is.

Of course we're not assuming this, That's why we haven't made a move. We want her to get to know us and we wanna get to know her before anything. It's important that we make our intentions clear because we don't want to take advantaged of her need to please and obey.

We have to be real careful with her, I realized.

I looked away from her and took off my sunglasses before getting up from my beach chair. Amiyah practically snapped her neck over to look at me, Her eyes faltering a little bit as she not so subtly looked at my tits, but she quickly regained her composure once she realized what she was doing. I couldn't help but smirk and wonder is she was a little beyond just a submissive.

" Amiyah, let's go swim?" I asked as I took my hair out of its ponytail. She looked at the water then back to me, then to Leonardo who was watching us like a hawk. He nodded in approval when he figured out why she was staring at him.

it was sweet for her to check on him for approval ...soon enough she'll learn I hold more power than him and that he's purely a backup.

" okay!" She said quietly but I still detected a little excitement in her tone.

Cute.

She got up as well and stood beside me, the top of her head just barely reaching my shoulders. I took her hand in mine and started dragging her away, looking back at my husband to see him content with the view. He clearly wasn't the only one doing a lot of thinking about her.

We jumped in the water together and she giggled when the water splashed around us. As we played and swam and did all sorts of things together, I came to a final conclusion- I was going to do whatever is possible to have her and I wasn't worried because I knew Leonardo would do the same.

Just seeing her cute smile and mannerism made me not want to give up.

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We returned to our suits, Amiyah went by herself of course but we invited her over for dinner. We have the biggest room there is in this island, so we had a kitchen and a pretty balcony overlooking the ocean perfectly ready to be used.

Leonardo was going to cook after we showered and got ourselves ready.

He was currently finishing up his shower and I was in the kitchen putting all the ingredients out after a service boy delivered them to us. Leonardo was going to cook and he definitely is a better chef than me, but that didn't mean I couldn't help. I seasoned the steak and let it marinate so that it would be bursting with flavor once they were ready.

Very hard work.

After doing that I hastily finished up some work that needed to be done on my laptop so that I could enjoy the rest of my honeymoon with no further interruptions from work. I wanted to be present and live up this moment to the fullest. Before getting married I told myself i wouldn't, due to the fact that this was forced, but a certain someone knew how to change that.

Speaking of her I looked down at my phone to see her calling. I didn't hesitate to press answer and hold up the phone to my hear.

" Mrs. Santos i- I need your help." She began, and I heard a commotion in the background.

" What do you need honey?" I replied as I got up from my desk and got ready, about to make my way over.

" I can't zip up my dress because my hands are slippery from the lotion that I used, I'm sorry if i'm bothering you because you're busy but I really can't do it." She spoke without taking in a breath of fresh air. I smiled as I told her it wasn't a bother and that i'll be on my way to help her in a minute or two.

Just a second later I was standing at her door waiting for her to open it after knocking. The first thing I saw when she opened the door was the dress she was wearing, it was a stunning blood red color that hugged her figure in the best ways imaginable. I took in a deep breath as it was getting harder and harder to control myself and pretend I wasn't attracted to this girl.

" Mrs. Santos thank you for coming I-"

She didn't get to finish, " shh, It's okay. And what did I tell you about calling me that?" I scolded her as I closed the door behind me and turned her around.

" Not to." She responded.

"Exactly so it's Katarina for you." I said as I finished zipping up her dress. I turned her back around to face me with my hand still on her shoulder.

" There you go," I smiled, " you look gorgeous Miss Amiyah." I told her and she smiled shyly looking away from me.

" Thank you. but if I have to call you Katarina then you have to call me Amiyah. Not miss, i'm not old!" She scolded me yet I couldn't be angry about it. it was cute and not as threatening as she was trying to make it seem. I raised my eyebrows, faking being scared, " Alright alright, Im sorry." I laughed.

She looked away again with embarrassment and walked away to retrieve her phone. I watched as she opened it and watched as her face turned stone cold.

I frowned as I followed after her to check out what had happened.

" what's wrong hun?" I asked as I lifted her chin with my pointer finger so she could look at me. She mumbled a small nothing but I wasn't dumb. I knew something was wrong and that she was upset. I don't know why but seeing her like that made my heart hurt and then when I looked at her phone my heart hurt even more as I read the message she had been sent.

I felt myself slowly turn angry as I re read it to make sure I wasn't seeing it wrong.

" You're a fucking slut, don't ever text me again."

was what it said and I couldn't believe someone would ever say that to this sweet girl, nonetheless call her a slut. I barely know Amiyah but I was 90% positive that she wasn't like that and if she was I couldn't care less. I was unsure whether or not to tell her that I read the message and ask about it. It's clearly something she didn't want me to know so maybe it's not my place to interfere. But the

" motherly" instinct inside of me wanted to say something.

I wanted to comfort her.

Before I could, though, she had attached herself to me- wrapping her arm around my waist and digging her face into my boobs like a

child. My eyes widened as I heard her sniffle, a clear indication that she was crying. I pulled her even closer than she already was and held her as she let out her emotions. As we stood there I couldn't help but think about how well she fit with me- Sounds weird but it's like she completed a puzzle.

" It's okay, it's alright..." I whispered into her ear as I sat down on the bed with her in my lap.

As minutes passed I couldn't help but get more and more anxious. Not knowing what's happening is incredibly frustrating and knowing that it's causing harm to Amiyah is even worse.

However, I decided to not ask her about it. If she wants to talk about it she can- i'm not going to push it. It's not my place, I tried to convince myself.

I stared at her phone that was still on with narrowed, angry eyes and looked the contact name.

Angela.

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