Page 5 of Love on Ice

“I’m just seeing you differently. They do say the ones that are wound up tight are the freakiest.”

“I’m not wound up tight. What the fuck, Felix,” she shrieks at me. I give her a look. “If I am wound up tight then it’s because I’m putting out fires for my client who wants to implode their career.” Message heard loud and clear, Issy.

“And you think this sex club is going to cure me?”

Issy sighs. “No. But you can go crazy getting whatever it is you need out of your system in private.” She’s right. “Or you can just enjoy a vacation in the sun.”

Issy wasright about this place being off the map and a heavily guarded secret with the level of security I had to come through to end up on this multi-million-dollar speedboat. I’m welcomed by the captain, and one of the staff hands me a beer. The sun is shining, and I’m surrounded by nothing but the bluest of blue water, I really am in paradise.

“Thanks, gentlemen,” a female voice comes from behind and the sound of heels follows. I turn to see who has arrived, and I see a beautiful blonde bombshell boarding the boat wearing a barely there black dress that dips low, showing off her ample cleavage. She has no bra on, so I can see her pert nipples pressing against the sheer fabric, a split that ends at her hip, showing off long, tanned legs, and blonde hair that is likecascading strands of gold around her shoulders. She’s wearing dark sunglasses so I can’t tell the color of her eyes, but her lips are pink, glossy pillows that would look good wrapped around my cock. Then she turns around to say something to one of the staff members and the dress split exposes a slither of peachy ass. Her dress is practically backless as it stops right above her ass. Who the hell is this goodness? She turns back around and stops as she takes me in. I’m wearing navy shorts, chucks, and a blue and white striped tee that hugs my muscles, with a pair of dark glasses to escape the sun’s glare.

“Hi,” she smiles before it stops, “you look familiar.” She does too. I didn’t think we could know who each other was, that it was all anonymous or something. “I’m Harper,” she says, holding out her hand.

“I’m Felix,” I answer, shaking it.

She pushes her sunglasses to the top of her head and now I can see her gorgeous blue eyes that are the same shade as the ocean. “You don’t have a brother called Pierre, do you?”

“Yeah, he’s my older brother.”

The gorgeous woman rolls her eyes and plonks down beside me with a sigh. “I’m not a fan of your brother, no offense,” she adds at the end.

Her comment makes me burst out laughing, breaking the secret anxiety I’ve been feeling about turning up to a sex island. “Please don’t tell me you dated or something because that would be a shame.”

She scrunches up her face as if the idea of fucking my brother is repulsive. Which is not the response most women would give about him.I think I like her.“Ew, no. We went to high school together. We used to be friends until he cheated on my best friend whom he was dating.”

“Who, Tina?”

She shakes her head. “No, Iss …” She clamps her mouth shut as if she realizes she’s just given away a secret she didn’t know she was keeping.

“Issy?” I question her.

She waves her hand as if she could swat away my question. “I don’t remember.”

Lies, because it’s your best friend.

“Isabelle Alessi, my agent?”

“Issy is your agent?” She gasps, giving it away.

“My brother broke Issy’s heart?” I throw back at her.

“Shit,” she curses. “Can you forget I ever said that? You were never meant to know.”

I shake my head. “Nope. I need to know. You’ve opened that can of worms.”

“She’s going to kill me,” she grumbles to herself.

“Yeah, she probably will.” I grin at her.

“Fuck,” she curses again. “Look, if I tell you, you can’t tell her that you know, okay? I mean it. If you tell her I will hunt you down and make your life a living hell,” she warns me.

“It already is,” I mumble.

Harper adjusts her glasses on top of her head. “I heard about what happened with your girl and teammate, that was shit.” Someone at the event leaked the information to TMZ and it blew up. They tried to play it off that Cynthia and I had been broken up for a couple of months because I was moving to New York, and she was staying in LA, and they decided to give each other a second chance. It was a whole article about them being high school sweethearts, blah, blah, blah. “I don’t blame you for losing yourself in all that pussy. You deserve it after dealing with all that bullshit,” she says. Thank you. That’s exactly how I feel. “You’re not alone in the heartbreak club, my relationship wasn’t years, only months, but walking in on my boyfriend fucking his intern is not an image you can get over so easily.”

“Your boyfriend cheated on you?” I question, looking her up and down. What kind of asshole cheats on a woman as gorgeous as her?

“One of many.” She sighs, giving me a small smile.

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