Page 27 of When We Live

It’s lust. It’s sex. It’s money. It’s about the power.

Who has the power?

They do.

Who has the power?

I do.

It’s in my hands.

I could say no. Nothing would change. Roman would leave. I’d spend the night with Kai, Francisco, and Alejandro.

I could say yes.

They would watch. Watch what? Roman is a stranger to me. A hot stranger. A handsome stranger. Someone I know nothing about. Someone who looks dangerous.

The room is eerily quiet.

The entire ship is quiet.

As if the rest of the people have sailed to the shore. It’s not possible, is it? To climb on a different ship and sail away? Take the party somewhere else while I’m stranded on the ocean on a luxurious yacht with these four men?

I look at Kai again.

I don’t know why I always run everything by him as if I’m always seeking his approval.

And why do I always need to know that I trust him and can find refuge in him? Although he hasn’t been much of that lately.

So I look at Alejandro.

He has been my safe haven, circumstantially maybe. Nonetheless, I feel safe with him.

Alejandro sips his drink, his eyes on me. How does he feel about this proposal? How do they all feel? That’s the thing… I can’t tell. They won't let me read anything in their eyes.

I mean anything that could sway me one way or the other.

I bet they want it.

It’s hot. I have no idea how it would unfold exactly, but something tells me it would be scorching hot.

Francisco bites his lip, a grin flickering in his eyes. He can’t wait, actually. This is a voyeur’s dream. Not only that they become my audience, but they get to see my reactions.

Reactions I can’t even envision.

I’m cold right now. I just had sex. The idea makes me quiver, the money is a no-brainer, and the man in front of me scares me a little.

He must know that.

So he moves to me, no drink in his hand this time. He stops in front of me, nudging me to tip my face up as he brings his hand to my chin.

He grabs me gently and studies my features as if he is about to paint my portrait, not open my legs and fuck me in front of three other men.

“You don’t have to be afraid of me…” he says quietly, his focus moving to my cheeks and lashes, anything but my eyes.

Afraid of him??

Why would he say that?

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