In Too Deep: An Anti-Hero Mafia Romance

Poolside

I’m awakened a few hours later by Hayley and Kelly talking very loudly over the top of me.

“Come on wench, we’ve got to go sunbathe - you can sleep by the pool, but we want details first!” Kelly says. It’s so annoying that this girl never gets hangovers, she really deserves a hangover.

Hayley joins in. “Yeah, I heard you smooching outside, so we want the dirt. Come on . . . get up, the restaurant will be open for lunch soon, so let’s get our butts around the pool.”

I fall out of bed and put on one of my new bikinis, it’s strapless, brown with pink spots and I slip my kaftan over the top. I grab my bag and tie my unruly curly hair in low pigtails. I leave my contacts out, my eyes are too tired, just putting my prescription sunglasses on top of my head. I’ll have to do.

The pool area is stunning. I’ll never take all this for granted while I'm here. This is way more high class than anything I’ve ever seen, the sun loungers are wooden with dark green thick cushions on them, some with canopies on, some without for the hardcore sunbathers. The bar at the end of the pool looks so inviting. It's situated in the water so that you can swim up to it and order a drink. I'm so glad Hayley chose this hotel.

We all find a sunbed together and lie down. A waiter takes our drinks order – we all order soft drinks for now, after last night.

Hayley relaxes back, “Ah . . . this is the life girls - I can’t believe I have money now and I can afford things like this - please don’t let it go to my head.”

I turn to her. “We won’t, don’t worry - I still can’t get my head around all this - you don’t have to go into debt for anything. What a great feeling that must be.”

Kelly turns to me. “Right, sod that . . . yes, it's great that Hayley is rich now blah, blah . . . come on . . . we’ve waited long enough, dish!”

I smile when I think of him and get butterflies, I’m excited to see or hear from him again, that’s if I do, but I'm confident I will. “Oh God . . . I don’t know where to start, except to say he’s yummy, a bloody fantastic kisser and he’s got a HUGE dick.”

I'm fighting laughing as I see their mouths drop open,

Hayley screeches “WHAT? How do you know about the size of his member?”

Kelly didn’t even let me answer. “Did you do the deed? I’m stunned – where is Els and what have you done with her?”

I laugh, “No, I didn’t do anything but kiss him - but he was pressed up pretty close to me and I didn’t have a tape measure on me, but I could feel he was turned on and I could tell it was pretty big!”

Hayley laughed. “You did that on purpose - are you seeing him again?”

I cringe, I was dreading telling them this part. “He's asked to see me again, but he understands I’m on holiday with you guys . . . do you mind if I go out with him? I won’t dump you the whole holiday, I promise.”

I wait for their answer. Kelly speaks first. “Are you kidding? I would kill you if you said no, he’s so hot - I hope you get a steamy holiday romance out of him. Just don’t get too attached OK? Remember, you go home in three weeks.”

I shake my head. “I know . . . it’s nothing serious. I would like to see him again, he’s gorgeous and sexy as hell. That accent. Wait until you guys have a conversation with him you will melt - he said a couple of things to me in Spanish when we were kissing - I’ve no idea what he said - but Jesus it sounded good – it’s such a turn on.”

They both looked at each other and then looked at me.

“What?” I ask

Hayley said, “I don’t think I’ve ever heard you this enthusiastic over a man before – he’s definitely gotten to you.”

I smile “Oh, he did . . . he’s a bloody Spanish God.”

This is the life, lying in the hot sun getting a tan, with my best friends in the whole world - my favourite songs on and no work for three weeks. Thoughts of Xander keep popping in my head and make me feel all warm inside.

I must doze off, because I’m having a lovely dream of him covering me with kisses all over my body, saying my name over and over. I come back to consciousness and realise someone is saying my name. I open my eyes to see a shadow over me, blocking the sun . . . Xander.

I feel like I’m still dreaming - there are no words to describe how hot the vision is in front of me. He has on a pair of swim shorts and nothing else. He’s wet . . . glistening all over. He hasn’t just got a six-pack, but an eight pack with toned biceps, he has gorgeous dark olive skin and a small patch of hair on his chest, just the right amount. I look down to his stomach and see his treasure trail leading down, which is most definitely my favourite part of a man’s body, plus he has the toned V shape . . . but then his swim shorts spoil all my fun, I can’t see any lower. He has a tattoo on the left side of his torso of a scorpion and the angel tattoo on his shoulder is in full view. This man’s image just screams bad boy. He reaches up to wipe away some drops of water on his forehead. I’m just gawping at him . . . drooling really. I presume he’s used to having this effect on women, but I’m being a little obvious.

When I finally look up at his face, I see his eyes are doing the same thing to me that mine were doing to him a minute ago. He’s taking in my skimpy bikini, his eyes rest on my stomach, where on one side, going down my right side I have a large cross tattoo entwined with a vine. His eyes then rest on my boobs and then slowly come up to my face to meet my eyes. I feel like he’s f****d me right there in front of everyone just with a look.

“Hi!” I sit up, sounding all breathless.

“Hey, you were in a deep sleep, yes? You should not fall asleep while lying in the sun, you will burn.”

I shrug, “Someone kept me up late . . . so I’m really tired.”

He smiles - a big wide smile that shows me his gorgeous white teeth and the crinkles at his eyes. “I am sorry, I was enjoying myself too much. “

He turns to the girls who are by this point gawping at him too. “Hello again, Kelly and Hayley. You are enjoying Ibiza?”

They just nod and mumble something. Ha, they are falling for his charms too.

He crouches down to tap my feet so that I move them onto the floor - he then sits on the sunbed - it’s an intimate move; I love it.

He carries on talking but turns to make eye contact with me. “Do you all have plans tomorrow? I am hoping that you will join me on my family’s boat? There will be a captain, my assistant and a friend of mine who is staying here in Ibiza? You are all invited. It is completely safe.” He looks at the girls. They look a bit uncertain. I mean, we don’t know this guy and he’s asking us to go on a boat with him and some strangers.

He must sense their hesitation. “You can trust me. I will give you my business card and that of my assistant so that you can check up on us if you like.” Then he turns to look at me and raises his eyebrows waiting for an answer.

Stuff it, I’m going on his boat. I trust him already. I smile. “I’d love to, and the girls will come too.” I turn to them nodding for their agreement, they nod back - I know they won’t let me go on my own.

He looks happy. “Very well . . . we will not be far from shore, there is a little beach I know of, which is away from the crowds, perfect for lunch. I will bring lunch with us for everyone.”

“Sounds great - I can’t wait, Xander.” I smile up at him. I’m dying to touch his arm or his leg, just have any contact with him whatsoever.

I don’t know if he reads my mind, he reaches up and tucks a piece of hair behind my ear that has come loose and leans to say “You look so beautiful in your tiny bikini . . . though I cannot wait to see what you look like without it. I’m aching to kiss you.”

I look at him. “What’s stopping you?”

I know Hayley and Kel are watching, but I don’t care, I want him to kiss me. He grins and leans in, I meet him halfway, our bodies aren't touching, other than his hand on my shoulder, he kisses me so gently and carefully, holding back, trying not to get carried away. He breaks off and whispers in my ear again. “I cannot kiss you how I want to kiss you . . . I’m trying not to get hard. This is difficult.” His accent is so thick. I see the passion in his eyes - this guy wants me and is just presuming that I’m ok with that. I think I’m more ok with that than I have ever been before. I’ve never wanted a man so much in all my life. I’m drawn to him and when he kisses me it’s like a jolt of electricity shoots through me. I always said I was saving myself for when it felt right. This man feels right to me. If I don’t go for it with him I think I’ll regret it forever, because I know how good it would be.

I chuckle “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

He stands up. “Be in reception for nine - if you need anything before tomorrow morning, anything at all, you must text or telephone me, yes?”

I nod, looking down his body again, I moisten my lips with my tongue that suddenly feels dry. The expression on his face darkens.

He says his goodbyes and leaves. I collapse back onto my sunbed. “Oh. My. God!”

Kelly sighs “Jesus Christ - I know what you mean about the accent now, Mr D&D is as sexy as hell.”

Hayley nods. “If I didn’t have a boyfriend, I’d have a go.”

“You’d have to get past me first!” I laugh

After dinner we hit a few of the bars. On the plane on the way over, we decided that every other night we would just chill out to recuperate from the night before. All evening I keep checking my phone, hoping that he’ll be in contact with me, I want to text him, but I restrain myself. At around ten we were in Café Mambos again, by the beach watching the sunset, when I hear my phone. I check it and laugh – it says Mr Dark and Dangerous. That’s what he programmed himself into my phone as.

I have been thinking of you all day . . . I cannot wait to kiss you again xx

I’m so excited for tomorrow. I can’t wait to be around him again, I text him back;

Me too, you looked good today by the pool, just wanted you to stay and make out with me. Hope we get chance tomorrow xx

It was a bit bold of me, but I’d had a few cocktails so I was feeling brave. He immediately replies.

I will make sure of it, mi amor xx

I can’t seem to wipe the smile off my face. I never thought I would come on holiday and meet someone that I feel so strongly about, even though I hardly even know him. I want him; I’ve never wanted any man as much as I want him. I want to know what it feels like to have him slide inside me, to have his weight on top of me and feel his mouth on my breasts. s**t . . . I want him.