Page 88 of Sinful Escape

I glided my fingers over a wet rock almost completely concealed with emerald green moss. The jagged edges against the softness of the miniature leaves were a complete contrast to each other, much like Oscar and me.

In the distance, a dull roar indicated I was closing in on the waterfall, which meant I’d been walking for about forty-five minutes.

Yet my mind still hadn’t settled.

The roar grew louder as I stepped out from beneath a rocky outcrop. Tiny droplets filled the air with a fine mist. The waterfall wasn’t the largest I’d ever seen, but I still found it mesmerizing. I stepped onto the platform that overhung the river, placed my hands on the rail, and stared into the tumbling curtain. History and architecture were my thing, but it was nature’s beauty that rejuvenated me.

People mingled around the platform, snapping photos of the waterfall and selfies with it in the background.

“Daisy, can you take our photo?” Tiffany held her phone toward me.

“Sure.”

Tiffany stepped back against the railing and placed her arm around her sister. The two of them adjusted their stance, flicked their ponytails forward, pulled back their shoulders, and pouted their lips, working on an obviously practiced pose before they finally smiled. I snapped several photos and handed the phone back.

“Come on. We need a selfie with you.” Tiffany waved me forward.

I stepped away. “Oh no, no, that’s okay.”

“We don’t have a single photo of us together.”

“It’s okay, really.”

She reached for my arm. “Come on. Don’t be silly.”

Despite my protest, I was quickly sandwiched between perfectly straight, platinum blond hair and even more perfect olive skin. “Smile,” she commanded, and as she clicked photo after photo, the two of them pouted and grinned like professional models.

Stepping out from between them, I blurted, “Please don’t tag me in the photo.”

“Oh, will you look at that.” Robert’s booming voice snapped the sisters’ attention from me. “Three cheeky monkeys.”

Robert sprinted away, dodging between the people ahead of him, and the squealing sisters gave chase. Within seconds the three of them were a blur of blonde hair in the distance.

I had no idea if they’d heard my request about tagging me and made a mental note to repeat it later.

Returning my gaze to the waterfall, I inhaled long and deep, trying to force turmoil from my mind. After a couple of minutes, I was the only person left on the viewing deck. The peace was heaven. Just me and nature. Breathing in the crisp air, I closed my eyes. The roar of the water and peaceful surroundings had a delightful sense of calm washing over me. This was going to be one of those special settings I’d miss when I left Europe.

Reluctantly, I released my hands from the rail and turned to go back toward the bus.

I took one step.

Damn it. Oscar was right back in my mind. Slamming me into uncertainty again.

I’d been uncertain before, dozens of times, but it usually didn’t bother me.

I needed to get to the bottom of this. With each step, I mentally listed the pros and cons of my time with Oscar.

Pros were easy . . . a hot, handsome guy had asked me . . . me back to his room. Oscar was at the top of his sexy game and could’ve had almost any woman in that casino, but he’d chosen me. That was a new scenario and it had made me feel exceptional. His room had been amazing, the penthouse suite in one of the most expensive hotels in all of Europe, no less.

Never in my life could I have expected to witness that kind of opulence firsthand. Another pro had been the sex. It was incredible. My orgasms were off the planet. Without a doubt, I’d enjoyed him plunging into me from behind.

And then it hit me. Was it because he’d taken me from behind? Was that it?

When William and I had first had sex, we’d been together for nearly four months. We were both virgins and had no idea what we were doing. My mind filled with visions of those clumsy moments. My chest squeezed. It was me who had been driving the passion. I’d been the one who wanted sex, not him. I’d been the one who’d started the kissing and used my hand to coax his cock to attention. He wasn’t like Luca or Oscar whose erections had grown without my touch.

That first time with William had been the one and only time we’d faced each other as we’d climaxed. He’d been on top of me in the standard missionary position, and although it had been nearly dark, I could vividly recall William’s face when he came. His expression had been a mixture of pain and sadness. Never again did I look into his eyes when we’d had sex. It had always been in the dark and always with him behind me.

Why had I never found that odd?

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