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ce sera notre petit secret (m.) it'll be our little secret

ROSABELLE

I was sure of one thing from the days I've spent with Emi; that man liked to keep me on edge.

Very much.

"We need to get out, Emi," I whined, only to have him place a peck on my lips in response before his eyes returned to his phone screen, typing only God knows what.

I was confined with him in his car, sitting on his lap for the last thirty minutes for literally nothing.

It was supposed to be another date where Emi takes me to a beach located in Moscow. The moment we reached near our resort, I excitedly tried to get down from the car, only for him to lock the door and restrain my movements.

When I turned to face him in confusion, all he did was shoot me one of his charming smiles before gesturing toward his lap with his hands, "Sit here for a moment, Belle."

I easily complied, not knowing he'd keep me seated there for half a Goddamn hour.

"What are you doing, actually? Can you tell me at least?" I was getting bored, really.

And I wouldn't deny that I was yearning for his attention.

"I'm texting my brother, darlin'," he finally decides to give me a reply, chuckling at my pouted expression. "I'd gone to their house last night for some important matter, until you decided to text me."

I rolled my eyes at the words, "I didn't tell you to come to me." He smiled and caressed my cheeks with his thumb, and I leaned into his touch for more. "How could I not when it's you who is calling?"

My heart took an unusual leap upon hearing his soft tone; it seemed almost helpless.

"You like me?" I asked, and then turned breathless with his response. "I do."

A flush crept up to my cheeks as I tried to hide my face in the curve of his neck, taking in the scent of his masculine cologne in the process. "I kinda like you too," I whispered, feeling the warmth in my cheeks spreading throughout my body.

"I know," he says after a moment of pause, stroking my hair with his inked, tattooed hands.

I wanted to shy away from him so bad, but I wanted to stay in his arms more. So, I stayed, feeling the rise and fall of his chest against mine and his slow breath that brushed my hair every once in a while.

"Now, now, who's too lazy to get out of the car?" Emi whispered softly in my ear, and then I sat up properly. "You're done with texting?"

He smirked, "I was done a long time ago." I playfully slapped his arm before letting out a scoff as his chest rumbled from his laughter. "That's it. I'm getting out."

"I'd like to see you try, Belle," he locked my wrists behind my back with one of his hands when I tried to open the door on his side and pulled my face closer to his with the other one. "Good girls sit tight."

If humans could melt, I would've turned to liquid by now from the heat of his gaze.

I sighed, "Damn you," and muttered against his lips that remained inches away from touching mine, as always, so close but not close enough to touch.

"Say that again, Belle,"

"No."

"No?"

A loud yelp escaped my mouth when he landed a sharp slap on my ass, the sensation of its burn immediately reaching my core. "Left unprotected in this city filled with monsters, and you still decide to disobey me," he tsked in dissatisfaction.

I couldn't decipher the meaning behind his words. Maybe it's because he always said those when my mind was filled with a haze, or maybe it was because I was too dumb to understand.

Nonetheless, I didn't care.

"You're so mean," I pouted, sighing in pleasure when he firmly gave a squeeze to my ass, on the same place he spanked before. "Because you're an ungrateful brat, pretty," a wicked grin played across his lips, relishing my pathetic expression. His thumb came up to smudge the gloss on my lips, roughly brushing the texture, and here I was; left unable to do anything about it.

The man didn't need a rope to bind me; his calloused hand was enough to keep me in place.

"Emi," I whimpered when his mouth brushed against mine again, but not for long enough to satisfy my desires. "I—" I tried to utter, but my words were cut off by his mocking tone. "Now, can you stop whining and sit tight there for a moment, pretty girl? You wanted attention, and when I decided to give you some, you started acting desperate for more," he made it sound like he was being gracious. "That can't be happening, can it?"

God, he's so infuriating.

I knew that the man was as aroused as I was, given the bulge in his pants pressed firmly against the lower part of my body. He wouldn't give me what I wanted only because he enjoyed messing with me.

"Please," I pleaded helplessly, letting out a strangled moan against the surface of his neck when his hand trailed up to my inner thighs.

"Hmm? Didn't hear you, Belle," I could almost feel his grin widening, knowing that he was slowly breaking my restraint as his hand made sensual caresses on my body.

Why did I end up like this?

I don't know myself.

"Fuck me," I mumbled, feeling the heat of my cheeks spreading all over my body. This time, I felt his own body tense a little, perhaps shocked that he could make me beg that easily.

But his earlier expression returned in no time, bringing a hint of pride as well. Then he laughed a little, bringing my face closer to his again, and this time properly kissed my lips. "That's a good girl," he mumbled between the kiss, forcing my mouth open with his tongue, "It wasn't so hard, was it?"

God, him.

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"Wow."

I stood near the beach, cold sand touching my wet feet, and it was nearly as stirring and mesmerizing. Emi's figure stood right behind me, with his right arm placed on my shoulder, caressing the soft waves of my hair that fluttered in the wind.

The afternoon sun hung low in the Moscow sky, casting a warm golden glow over the expansive beach. The sand, cooled by the waves, stretched out in all directions, dotted with footprints of fellow beachgoers. In the distance, the waters of the vast ocean glistened, their waves rhythmically lapping against the shore.

Seagulls swooped and dived, their calls echoing in the salty breeze.

The beach offered a unique blend of urban life and natural beauty, a place where the city met the sea. The contrast between the bustling city and the peaceful shoreline created a captivating atmosphere.

"Do you want to lie down, Belle?" The man behind me asked, causing me to turn and face him. His emerald green eyes shone at their best, dark locks falling on his forehead from the force of the wind.

I didn't know that wearing a simple white shirt and three-quarter pants could make people this beautiful until I saw Emi.

"The sand is cold, though," I complained, only for him to smile. "It feels good, you might want to try it out," he said.

Then he made himself comfortable on the ground, the sand getting all over his body as it was also wet. He patted the spot beside him, a suggestive gaze on his face.

After hesitating for a second, I decided to follow his lead and lay on the sand, goosebumps arising on my body immediately as the coldness touched me.

However, after a moment, my body temperature adjusted to the temperature of the ground, and I felt oddly pleasant.

Emi was right.

Without hesitation, I moved closer to his warmth, and he wrapped his secure arm around me once again. "How's it?" he inquired, and I stared up at him with a wide smile, "Don't ask; I have no words to say."

He went momentarily quiet for a while, looking down at me without saying anything. This was one of those times when I didn't know what to feel about him.

I was happy with him, almost too happy that I felt like a week wouldn't be enough for me to enjoy myself with him.

I could excuse what was going on between him and me, saying it was only a pull of some undeniable carnal desire.

But what were we doing now?

Why were we looking at each other as if throughout heaven and earth we were the only ones that existed the most to each other?

The afternoon sky kissed the water, and the beach in Moscow danced in the mesmerizing rhythm of nature's beauty, as we lay there together, our connection going beyond mere desire.

Maybe it wasn't just a crush.

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