OCEAN EYES

Sweet revenge

I help with carrying the groceries as Carol unlocks the door. She flicks the lights on and I walk to the kitchen resting the bags on the island. Carol enters the kitchen shortly walking towards the bags.

"It is a lot of grocery." I state as I watch her unpack the bags.

"For the week." she replies as she puts the milk in the fridge. I am actually still wondering how these modern technology reaches such a small island.

"I should be the one buying next time though." I help with placing the watermelon in the fruit basket followed by the pineapple.

"No, you are not." Carol raises his gaze to mine.

Fuck. Did she realise how beautiful she looks even after a long day of work and touring me around? I think she knows that with the attention she was attracting back there at the beach. I could practically see evey man drooling over her and it annoyed me. It annoyed me that they were looking at her like that and God knows all the stupid things that were going on in their heads.

She is wearing just a sun dress but trust me when I say she looks gorgeous in it. Her hair that is now falling down her head like a waterfall is doing nothing but adding to my desire for this woman.

"You bought grocery and the necessities this week so I would too the next week, that is fair." I reason.

"No, it is not that you actually have a proper job yet not even counting that job at the dork." she sends me a hard stare.

Does she really think I am broke? I wouldn't have travelled across that ocean if I was and she should know that with or without a job. I haven't quite spent my money on my pay check on anything. My parents don't need it and neither does my sister, they already have a lot with them.

Maybe now that I have found what to spend it on, then I will.

"You don't actually think I am broke now, do you?" I raise a brow at her. She ignores my stare and pretends to be unpacking things into the fridge.

"I didn't say that." she mumbles slowly.

"Then it is final. I can't have you spending your money on me when I have much to offer." I mutter. Carol purses her lips but with the look in her eyes, we are done.

"I will go take a shower." I announce.

"I will prepare supper then." she says.

"Need any help?"

"I will be fine. Just don't be late for supper." she smiles on the last part.

"I won't be."

With that I leave the kitchen to my bed room where my unpacked duffel still lays on the floor. I was too lazy to unpack the night before but now that I think supper will take time, I will unpack them into the wardrobe.

I didn't pack a lot of stuff. It is mainly a couple of clothes which are not that much. I begin unpacking them even though I know deep down that I am doing it wrongly. I am not even sure were to put my damn under garments.

I guess that is what happens when you spend too much time living under tents than an actual home. When I pull out the last shirt, a picture falls. I know who is on the picture and I know that if I glance at it, I am going to go back to that loop hole I am trying to avoid.

Instead I quickly put it in the drawer with the shirt and close it. A lot has happened in a span of years but I can't believe that I can never forgive my self for that one mistake. That one mistake that will always live me with guilt.

Done with unpacking, I freshen up. I am in time for supper like I promised and Carol sends me that smile when I sit down on the table. Dear God, did the woman know what that smile does to me? Hell! She has no f*****g clue and that is why she is doing it over and over.

The aroma coming from the food is enough to heighten my appetite.

"This smells good." I comment.

"It is mushroom soup." she settles down.

"I didn't know you were such a cook." I tease and she blushes a little but still that colour looks perfect on her.

"Wait when you taste it." she boasts.

"I am sure as hell it is amazing." I taste the soup and it is the best. Maybe the best I have had since that s**t hole of Fallujah.

"You can have more if you want." she suggests passing the dish to me.

"Gladly." I feast on the soup with an appetite and Carol is not mocking me or laughing but calmly watching me like I wasn't finishing the whole damn thing without her.

"How long have you been in the marine?" I thought she would never ask but seeing my unusual appetite, I think she is curious.

"Six years." I reply continuing with my mission to finish the whole soup. I didn't even know I liked mushrooms until now. Her mouth forms an O at my answer.

"I was twenty when I was recruited." I add even though I don't know why I am even telling her.

"You were so young. How did your parents react when you told them about it?"

I freeze at her question. Did she have to involve parents in our conversation? I think she understands pretty well what my silence means because she doesn't push more of the subject.

"I have my answer then." she gazes at me. I know that look on her face and it is doing nothing to calm my already disoriented nerves from her previous question. She wants to know what happened. She has this look like she is trying to figure me out like I was this morning.

I don't blame her though because that is what I have been doing ever since I met her. I should change the topic before it channels the wrong route.

"Who is that boy that you were hanging with at the beach?" I ask.

"River, he is a friend. A boy, really?" she narrows her eyes at my vocabulary.

"I saw him at the bar too." I look at her face which is not giving away anything.

"I work with him there." she replies hastily and her gaze remains on mine. When she realises I am staring back, she smirks.

"Are you jealous Callum?" I know she is teasing me trying to get a reaction. Maybe I was a little when I saw them laugh at whatever he was telling him back at the beach and at the bar but I don't need to tell her that.

"No. Why would I be jealous of him?" It is a lie and I know it. That boy was quite pretty and seemed close with Carol. I hated the way he was looking at her.

"I don't know. You tell me."

The wicked glint in her eyes and her unfaltering smirk have another meaning of their own, one she knows I understand so well.

"I am not jealous Carol." I say it hard and clear.

"And what do you say about getting yourself off while screaming my name?" she raises a challenging brow at me.

I feel a blush creep up my neck at the memory of that. It was her fault that she left me high. I had to take care of myself and the picture of her naked under me makes me hard allover a sudden. I have even forgotten I am in a middle of answering that question.

I did it on purpose for revenge too. Somehow in my f****d up brain I thought I could put a show for her.

I remember while I was under the shower picturing her touching herself while she thought of the things I would do to her. The more I thought of it is the more I stroked my hard length until all I knew was that I was moaning her name while I came.

The look on her face is undecipherable. Is she mad at me? Women don't like that s**t and I had went on to do it. I feel a sudden panic as I watch her stare at me like that.

"Look I am sorry for what I did. I don't know what came over me to do that..." Before I completed, the next thing I know, Carol is laughing hard. What is funny with what I said? May be she wasn't even pissed at me after all.

When her laughter dies which I think is cute, she smiles driving me crazy once more. If I am not holding a semi now, I would say otherwise.

"I am playing with you." she laughs again. I don't doubt that when I follow too realising I had fallen for her game again.

Teaser:

"Tell me Carol, I want to hear about your fantasies baby."