TAINTED HEARTS (ENGLISH)

TAINTED HEARTS 28

Chapter 28

The sun was almost kissing the night when we arrived. From up here, the view was so majestic. Mixed hues of orange, purple, and red sun rays enveloped the entire island. It was enthralling and jaw-dropping. It was like a glowing fireball giving its blessing to the huge island.

From above I could also see a few tiny people having fun in the sea. They were busy with different activities. The island was so vast that my eyes could barely reach its end. At first glance my eyes were already delighted.

I sighed as we passed the mountain shaped like a sleeping woman. After we passed the mountain, I felt the hairs on my whole body rise. Maybe it was because of awe when something hidden behind the mountain appeared.

“Is that a small island too?” I pointed to the heart-shaped island. I looked at Lennox, whose eyes were watching me.

“Yeah. It’s a bit separated, but it’s still part of this island.”

I returned my gaze to the small island shaped like a heart. It was at the very end like the tail of the huge island. There was a beautiful house near the cliff. There were also clusters of flowers but a larger part was green because of tall, flourishing trees.

“This place is so beautiful…” I commented excitedly.

The man with red hair laughed. Even Jax, who was behind our seat, chuckled softly.

“Not only is it beautiful here! There are lots of pretty chicks, too!” Jax grinned. His dimples showed devilishly.

“Calm your d**k, dude!” Enzo barked a laugh and then threw another ashtray at Jax.

“Enough playing, kids!” Lennox said, laughing.

“Kids my ass! It’s because you’re old already!”

Lennox shot Enzo a look; Enzo was at his side. I laughed, and he turned his gaze to me.

“How old are you?” I asked.

Silas laughed, so I wondered why they were looking at me. Lennox narrowed his eyes at me because of my question. What I knew was that he was older than me but I didn’t know his exact age.

“O, Grandpa, how old are you?” The teasing was in Enzo's voice.

The teasing grew louder inside the chopper. Their noise almost drowned out the sound of our vehicle. Lennox frowned and didn’t answer.

“How old are you, miss?” Enzo asked again.

“Twenty-two,” I answered with a smile.

Enzo and Jax fell into laughter. Silas just shook his head while smirking.

“Don’t listen to them. We’re about to land.” He adjusted my seatbelt because we were getting ready to get off the chopper.

It turned, and instead of descending to the ground it looked like we were landing on top of a tall building. I looked at Lennox in surprise. The whole island’s structure was astonishing. I almost wanted to think of it as a small country because of its vastness. The lower part looked like a fancy resort while the top felt like a peaceful province.

I smiled when Lennox and I made eye contact. Enzo stood up and waved like a child to those below. There were three men down there waiting for us to stop.

“Lennox’s girlfriend is with us!”

Lennox laughed and my face flushed.

“Dimwit,” Lennox murmured with a chuckle.

“No wonder his girl doesn’t like him.” I glanced at Silas in the back.

I smiled at him but nothing changed in his emotionless face. Sometimes he and Lennox were the same—hard to tell what they were thinking because they were very good at hiding emotions.

The red-haired guy jumped down first. Lennox and I followed him and he helped me get down.

“Those twin idiots are really telling the truth,” the guy with fair skin said, referring to Jax and Enzo. “Adam.” He smiled at me while offering his hand.

I smiled and took Adam’s hand. The other two introduced themselves as Mason and Kade. I was surprised by their presence, especially since I was the only woman with them.

“You can let her go now, possessive maniac. No one’s trying to take her away from you,” Mason said.

My face heated up. He had noticed that Lennox’s arm was firmly wrapped around my waist. Lennox just grinned, and then they talked about something else—mostly about real estate, ventures, and investments. Silas simply lit a cigarette and listened quietly.

After exchanging pleasantries and a short conversation, they separated and went down. With each step, I was surprised. The layout above the building was very different from below. We all took the elevator but got off on different floors.

When we entered Lennox’s private room, I opened my pink suitcase. I thought those were my things, and I was right. But when I opened it, there were many different kinds of women’s clothes inside. My old clothes were gone. There were tags on them and everything was brand new!

“Am I really the one you should bring? Are these for me? These aren’t my clothes!”

Lennox grinned when I looked at him. He took the clothes out and carried them one by one to his walk-in closet. Before I opened it, I thought there would still be space inside the suitcase, but it was full—not of my clothes but of the things he bought.

“Who else besides you would I bring here? I bought these clothes. About the shoes, let’s just buy them here.”

I was stunned by his words. That wasn’t all? He was still going to buy more?

“Why didn’t you stop by the house? I can’t wear these, Lennox!”

I flipped through one dress and saw the styles—plunge, skimpy, sleeveless backless. Even the sleepwear was revealing. The underwear—lingeries and thongs—were all revealing!

“What are these things you bought!”

He chuckled at my troubled face. He came near me and wrapped his arms around my waist and stomach. He hugged me from behind while watching me frowningly flip through the clothes.

“You can only wear these clothes when you are with me. Outside, well, I’ll buy you another pair.”

I sighed and let go of the clothes so he could tidy them. I watched him hang them. He was already topless, wearing only a small piece of fabric on his lower part.

Every muscle in his back and arms moved with every movement he made. I couldn’t get enough of looking at his body. His body was mature to look at, but hot. From his arms, my gaze went downward. His body was perfectly proportioned, especially his ass; it looked even more beautifully shaped than mine.

Even with messy hair, he was handsome to behold. Actually, it seemed he had become even hotter because of his messy hair. I bit my lower lip when I realized I couldn’t take my leering eye off him. I was unconsciously drooling over this handsome brute.

“How really old are you?” I asked while smirking to divert my gaze.

He stopped what he was doing and looked at me angrily. I laughed and sat beside the suitcase to hand him the remaining clothes.

“Don’t ask about my age,” he coldly replied. He was hanging thongs and lingerie.

“Why? Are you that old?” I teased with a smile. His expression soured even more.

“I’m older than you, but I’m not that old!”

“If you’re not that old, then why won’t you say how old you are?” I bit my lip to keep from laughing.

It was obvious he didn’t want to talk about his age and seemed to get pissed off when called old.

Earlier, with his friends, he was just playfully teasing around. But now that I was the one asking, the offense was visible on his face; as if I accused him of being an old man.

“Why can’t you tell me? Is your age near that of a senior citizen?” I asked, then chuckled right after.

He became serious. He clenched the thong in his palm, which was supposed to be taken into the walk-in closet. While holding it, he stepped closer and bent to level our faces. His two hands were planted on the bed where I was sitting, on either side of me, trapping me.

“I already told you that I am still young. You know that I can still make you scream in bed until you’re dead tired.”

I was rendered speechless when he lowered his face further to catch my eyes. I cleared my throat before nervously licking my lips. The teasing quickly backfired on me.

“Do you see any white hair on my head?”

“I don’t…” I pursed my lips. My nervousness turned into excitement.

“Well, you see… I’m not a senior citizen like what you’re saying,” he said seriously, but still sounded a bit offended. He licked his lips while looking at my lips, which I had just licked.

“I just wanted to know. Why don’t you just tell me?” I chewed on my lower lip as his eyes lingered there.

“Do you really want to know?”

I nodded.

“Then, wear this.”

He raised his hand to show me the black lace thong he was still holding. The fabric was thin in front and nothing is hidden because it’s lace. In the back there was a ribbon design. It was so thin it looked like just a string at the butt.

I blushed quickly. “Wh… why? Why should I wear that?”

“Because I’m gonna let you judge my age by f*****g you hard while wearing it.”