Page 12 of The Billionaire's Engagement

He didn’t say anything, just stared at me with guilt and sadness in his eyes.

“You want me…you just can’t admit it,” I said confidently then walked away. “Coward,” I muttered, loud enough for him to hear me as I retreated into the bedroom.

I picked up the phone and dialed room service, ordering breakfast for us. As soon as breakfast arrived, I took my meal to the balcony, eating alone. I needed time to think about everything that just transpired. I’m not worried, though. I’m going to come up with a plan to get Hudson back. I needed Hudson to see that we’d be good together.

6

HUDSON

It’s been a couple of days since I fucked Mila, then argued with her about how it was a mistake touching her and taking advantage of her.Was it really a mistake? Why was I lying to myself?That was the best sex I’ve had in my life. Being with her sparked something inside me that I never felt with any woman I’ve ever been with. Mila was right. We were both adults and consented to having sex, but with the age gap and her dad being my best friend, I felt guilty touching her. At that moment when I entered the bathroom, something about her made my resolve crumble, and I was lost in the moment of passion. For fuck’s sake, she was old enough to be my daughter.Thank fuck we weren’t related at all.I shouldn’t have done anything with Mila except flirt.We were a fake engaged couple, after all.

In the last couple of days, Mila and I participated in some of the other activities Courtney and Kevin arranged for their wedding guests, like hula dance lessons and Koa wood carving. It gave me time to spend with Mila, but she was distant with me. We were cordial, but it wasn’t like the first day where we truly looked like an engaged couple in love. I frowned, thinking about it. Mila and I didn’t even eat our meals together, unless it was part of the activity. Our conversations were dry and her answers to my questions were generic.

“Hey, Mila, do you want to cook this together?” I asked.

She gave a small smile, nodding, then stood next to me where our cooking station was.

We glanced at the recipe card together, my arm brushing against hers, a buzzing sensation running up my arm. She quickly pulled her arm away and I frowned.

“This looks easy to make,” I said, glancing at the ingredients for Hawaiian macaroni salad, then gazed at her.

“Yeah, it does,” she responded, avoiding any eye contact with me.

We grabbed the ingredients and started following the directions on the card.

“Was there any place around the island you wanted to visit before we go back home?” I asked.

“Maybe, but I’m not sure,” she said softly, still avoiding looking at me.

“I’m planning to explore the island the day before we leave for San Francisco. I rented a Jeep and was going to drive around. Did you want to come with me?” I turned to her, watching her shred the carrots.

She stopped what she was doing, finally looking up at me, a small tight-lipped smile curved on her beautiful face, her eyes were dull. “Sure.”

But when she smiled, it didn’t reach her eyes. I was the cause of her being upset and sad. I didn’t want to see her like this. She was always a happy person growing up. My heart sank knowing that I brought her pain. I tried to fight it, the overwhelming attraction to Mila, but I can’t stop thinking about her. I want to be with her again. I want to feel her naked body against mine, to hear her moan my name, and be buried deep inside her, to have her smile again.

I returned to the room, coming back from my early morning run on the beach. Mila was still asleep when I left for my run, her bedroom door closed. I opened the fridge, pulling out a bottled water before chugging it. The refreshing beverage cooled my body. During my run, I did a lot of thinking about Mila and being in a relationship with her. Maybe it was about time to not to fight this attraction I had for her, and take a chance of being with her physically for only this week. Then when we return home, we’ll return to the way things were before. With me being herUncle Hudson.

I shook my head.No, that’s a bad idea. Stay away from Mila.

In the distance, I can see the bedroom door cracked open. I looked around the living room, but didn’t see Mila around. I checked outside on the balcony and she wasn’t there, either. I knew she loved eating her meals outside. it was such a serene place to relax. I popped my head in the room and Mila was gone.I wonder where she went off to.My lips curved down, frowning.

I grabbed a change of clothes and headed into the bathroom, needing to take a shower. As the bathroom filled with steam, I stepped into the shower, letting the hot water run down my head and body. Thoughts of Mila and I fucking in the shower appeared in my head. It was only a few days ago, but I craved for it to happen again. My cock hardened as I remembered thrusting into Mila from behind, making her whimper. I stroked my cock slowly, imagining her giving me head. Her pretty little mouth felt so good around my length, and when I slid into her pussy, I felt like I had gone to heaven. It felt so damn good. She was so tight and warm. My cock throbbed at the memory.

I gently squeezed my cock, trying to relieve the ache. I needed to get my mind off Mila, but that was easier said than done. We were staying in the same room and she was supposed to be myfiancée.Should I just give into my temptation to her?

I pumped my hand faster, replaying our time together here in the shower over and over. My core grew with pleasure, getting me closer to reaching my climax. My heartbeat quickened, soft panting leaving my lips. I grunted, ready for my release. My hand gave one last stroke and I spurted my hot cum against the tiled wall.

“Fuuuck,” I groaned, my cock jerking in my hand.

Goddammit.I wanted Mila. I did my best to resist the temptation, needing to stay in control of my desire for her. The closest I’d ever be with her again would be in my fantasies.

I got out of the shower, getting dressed in a t-shirt and shorts, thinking about what I wanted to do for the rest of the day. Sulking, I wanted to spend time with Mila, but having this time and space away from each other should help me curb the craving of wanting to be with her.

I walked into the living room and heard the front door open. I looked up, my gaze meeting with Mila’s.Fuck me.My jaw slackened as my eyes raked down her tiny bikini-clad body. She was wearing a red bikini, the material barely covering her breasts and her ass. I clenched my jaw, knowing that other men were probably ogling her. I wanted her to look like this for me…and only me.

“Hi, Hudson,” she said, smiling.

“Hi, Mila,” I said, clearing my throat. I couldn’t stop staring at her. She was so fucking gorgeous.

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