Chapter 21: Chapter 21

"Did you enjoy your nap?"

I pause the video I was watching and turn my head to the direction of the voice, already smiling even before I see him approaching me in my sun-lounger. As always he look hot in just a pair of swimming shorts, carrying a phone and a towel in each hand.

After our morning sex I went back to my room to take a shower then both of us sit together for breakfast. He excused himself to deal with his work so I spend the rest of the time at the pool.

"Did you spy on me?" I narrow my eyes which earns me a chuckle as he sits next to me.

"How did you know I took a nap here?"

"I can hear you snore from the kitchen." What?

He must have seen the horror on my face when he quickly adds, "I went to the kitchen for a glass of water." Oh shit did I really snore that loud?! Shit shit shit-

"You didn't move the entire time I drank that water so you must be napping. If not I can hear your laugh from the kitchen." Because I'm always on TikTok whenever I'm alone. Those videos are funny okay.

"So I wasn't snoring? ...loud?"

"No no, I was just joking. If you did snore, well, I didn't hear it."

I finally breathe in relief. He didn't hear me snore. He was just joking. Phew. My reputation was at stake for a while. Now I can still pull off the Exclusive Estelle.

"It's so hot today," just like you, "Think I'm gonna take a dip. Join me?"

He's already at the edge of the swimming pool when I reply a no, "It's too hot so the water will feel too cold then. Nope, I'll wait till it cools down a bit."

"Oh come on," he's already in the water, just floating, "Start with your legs in the water, join me."

My client is asking me to do something. My fifteen hundred bucks weekly provider is asking me to do something, of course I'd jump and submerge my whole body in the pool if he wants me to.

So I leave my phone and remove the sunglasses, finally sit my ass next to the pool and put my legs inside the water.

"What time are you leaving tomorrow?" He asks once he finishes two laps, now swimming back to me.

"Seven something, I guess. I don't know the traffic here so I'll probably leave at 7.30 since I need to report duty at 8.30." It's my first day of work and I'm hella excited!

"It's only twenty minutes tops during rush hour, no worries I'll get you there by then. 8 should be okay."

"I can go with Uber." There is no way I'm going to work with this man. No-fucking-way.

The last thing I want my colleagues to know is I'm a sugar baby. It will be the biggest hint I'd be dropping if I arrive there in one of his sexy convertible cars he always drives us every time we go to the city.

Most importantly, that's not his responsibility.

"I'll drive you, Elle."

"No, that won't be appropriate."

"What's so inappropriate about me driving you there?"

I just stare at him blankly without giving away any expression. If there's one thing I learn, just be quiet if you know you're gonna lose the argument. Either he'll give up or he wins but you get to walk away feeling less stupid. Angry people always, always say stupid things eventhough they mean it.

He sighs, "Let Philip drive you then."

"I'll take Uber."

"The two weeks you're here, Philip never drives you anywhere right?" I nod, "Because I prefer to drive myself. But I need to have a driver for certain reasons. Those reasons, don't occur much in my life so Philip gets bored. He even asked me if he can be a driver slash a gardener, by how bored he is just waiting for me to use him."

I giggle imagining how cute the big bulky Philip waters his plants in the garden. Sho cute.

"If you don't want me to drive you, at least give something for Philip to do. Okay?"

Again, I remain with my lack of reaction.

"Okay, Precious?" He tries with that annoying nickname then swims to me. A few seconds later he's already floating next to my legs.

"Don't you dare, Owen." I warn him as I can predict he's about to do a naughty thing, like pull me into the pool and wet my newly shampooed hair.

"What?" He grins wickedly.

"I just washed my hair! I don't plan to go in today, nooo Owen noooo!" I hit his hands that's already grabbing both of my legs, kicking him at the same time.

"If you get me wet I swear I'll kill you." I look at him with the fiercest face I can muster. But he is still having that wicked grin.

"Owen." I say his name in my dangerous tone.

His hands pushes my legs apart instead of pulling me into the pool. He inserts his body in the space between my legs, not wanting me to close them.

"I bet you're already wet." The tone of his voice is so low it's almost like a whisper.

If you know me, just like how I know me, I've been wet the moment he walked in. He's so fucking hot and remembering how he used each part of his body yesterday and this morning to bring me pleasure, I blush like the tomatoes he has in his garden.

With both hands creeping upward from the legs in the water to my thighs then stops at my hips, he keeps looking at me while pulling the strings of my bikini bottom simultaneously on each side.

Just like that, everything downstairs is exposed but he doesn't change the direction of his eyes, still staring at me but now with a smile. A not-so-genuine smile.

"I won't make your hair wet." He must have mistaken the cause of my worries. I've forgotten about my hair the moment his fingers travel up to my knees and thighs.

"Are you shy?" He has that tone, the one that says I can't be shy considering the objective of my occupancy here at his house for twelve weeks.

"You're spreading my legs here at the pool, under the obvious sun light, of course it's embarrassing."

"But you're wet," his thumb touches my clit, moving it up and down lazily, just rubbing the sticky fluid all over, "I bet having a flaccid dick in front of the most beautiful woman I've seen is way more embarrassing than that. Remember the first time you saw me? I thought I'd cancel the contract myself the next day. Hurt my pride too much thinking I'd have to flash you another flaccid dick in the future."

"Oh Owen." I can't help but flash the pity look. But he just smiles and keeps on rubbing me.

"Why didn't you tell me about this? There's nothing to be embarrassed about. It's not like I don't know you're gay."

"Doesn't help with the thought that you have to do something first every time we wanna fuck."

I feel like hugging him or something to give the much needed moral support, convince him it's okay, I don't mind doing those things. But he hides his face at the centre between my legs, then I feel his hot tongue on the part he rubbed just now.

The hands that was used to rub my clit have travelled north towards my heavy boobs. He slides his fingers underneath the bikini top then palms my assets, as I automatically widen my legs to give his tongue better access.

Next thing I know we're fucking right next to the water, then on his sun lounger, back to the floor, and lastly he sighs, "You are such a good fuck."