Lost in the Waves

Chapter 2 : Thoughts to Ponder

After that flirtatious incident with the typical blonde surfer named Calvin, Amalia decided to have a change of location. She went to one of the hotel's pools, picked up a spot, and arranged her belongings so her sketchbook won't get wet. She then took off her clothes, leaving behind her bikini intact, and went for a swim.

A couple of splashes and dives later, Amalia emerged from the pool just in time for lunch. She went back to her room and called room service for lunch. She decided to shower while waiting for the food to arrive. Minutes later, room service arrived and Amalia stopped showering, wearing only a robe to accept the room service. Food was served and she ate in silence, enjoying the view from her balcony as it showed Barbados, in all its naked glory- waves crashing one after the other, the sun shining beautifully over all those lovely beings trying to get a tan, birds chirping here and there, the occasional echo of children's laughter and the faint buzzing of the streets a few miles away.

After she ate, Amalia continued with the daily routine she followed while in Barbados: a day full of sketching people and places, capturing its essence while adding a bit of her own trademark. Which in all truthfulness, is the primary reason she wanted to come to Barbados- to widen her artistic ideas all the while maintaining a homey vibe. 'An art with a heart', she used to say to her father.

As Amalia got lost in her sketch trying to capture a perfect sunset, she didn't realize it was nearing supper until her own stomach spoke for her. Room service was then called for dinner and Amalia went back to her balcony to finish her sunset. As she wiggled here and there, trying to find the perfect position so she could draw comfortably, her robe loosened. She let out a shriek as a chilly breeze caused a tingle from the contact with her bare skin and only then did it dawned on her that she was still only in her bathing robe and was not able to dress after receiving her lunch earlier.

'Nah, I guess I'd be in my robes all day until later on at 9. Hmmm, what should I wear? It's my first time going on a date since senior high school prom. Wait, is it a date? Thinking about only having a proper date way back in prom basically screams at the world what a prude I am. Well, college wasn't even worth mentioning anyways. It wasn't up to the so-called date standards, heck it wasn't even a date! Why am I stressing this out right now? Focus Amalia, focus!'

Amalia was having an internal dilemma with her subconscious until room service broke her train of thoughts. As she devoured her meal for the night, Amalia pondered back about the date-that-was-not-even-a-date which she had way back in college. It was a movie kinda date, supposed to be sweet and cheesy, slowly moving their way towards each other as the movie builds up and when it reaches its climax, they’d be snuggling in their seats. But no more than 5 minutes, and it already showed its true colors- a voucher for virgin humping island. The not-so-date, in all reality, was sweaty and perverted as the oh so handsome and perfect Mr. Zachary Colt, her classmate and most admired student in her department has sweaty hands. The kind of sweaty that gets severely damp in just a span of 2 minutes. In those 2 minutes, Zachary rested his hand around her shoulder and tried to slip it inside her dress in hopes to get a grope on her breast. Amalia, enraged at the sudden harassment and the lack of consent, slowly slipped her hand down the direction of his crotch, sensually touched his lower torso which caught him off guard, and stopped his way down the mount he was trying to conquer. She then grabbed his crotch and squeezed it as hard as she could, earning the most girlish scream she had ever heard in her entire life. 

‘Holy smokes! I’ve never touched a man’s part before! Did I do it right? Did I seduce him enough?’ Amalia's thoughts were jumbled as panic kicked into the system but she got her answer when she saw his reaction. 

‘Well, then time for the second act of the show.’ Amalia thought.

Amalia stood abruptly, grabbed her drink, and poured it all over Zachary, which earned her another series of girly screams from a guy who was supposed to be a hunk. Everyone in the theater looked their way and for the cherry on top, Amalia spoke the words which earned a chorus of laughter from the gathered audience and a rumor that spread like wildfire around the campus for months.

“For a sickass perverted hunk, you sure as hell could scream like a 9-year-old girl seeing a ghost.”

That story was even published in the university’s publication and made Zachary lose his place at the top of the food chain. It didn’t go well for Amalia either as she was getting more attention than she ever did before, and it was not the good kind. She was getting snide remarks and rude stares mostly from girls who couldn’t believe that their Prince Charming of an architect would even do such a thing but she never cared either, as the only thing that was running on her mind during those days, was to gain the approval of her father which drew her back to reality and the reason to have this little 2-month trip in Barbados.

On that thought, Amalia released a heavy sigh, knowing her father’s disapproval of her trip and the problem of how to make her father believe that her decision is worth it. Dante Alessi never approved of his daughter's taste and way of designing practically anything that needs to be designed. All he wants from his daughter is to follow in his footsteps, which equals to Amalia having to do what her father does and how he does it. However, Amalia, although having the same dream as her father- to be able to design a building in New York, still wants to be known for her skills as an architect and not someone else’s daughter following his legacy. This infuriated Dante since he wanted Amalia to inherit the company as well as his style of designing in which Amalia was not very fond of. Yes, she loved her father more than anything in the world and actually looked up to him, but never did it cross her mind to follow his way of art, as she liked to call it. Needless to say, Dante cared more about creating a name for himself and liked to stay on top even if it caused a rift in his relationship with his only daughter.

She finished her meal on a somber note, having her mood soured from her previous thoughts, and walked to her cabinet. She let out a huge sigh again and decided to pick her choice of wardrobe for the night. Choosing the right outfit for the party was a bit more difficult than she had imagined. She didn't want to come off as strong and hungry for s*x, nor did she want to seem so casual to the point that she would look out of place. She wanted to look good, without providing hints and it was way harder to pick an outfit for that category. She wandered around her room for about 30 minutes, not having decided what to wear yet. 

An hour left till the party starts, she finally went to her cabinet once again to decide on what to wear. Amalia opted for a bohemian look. She wore a high-waisted skirt with a slit on both sides, showing her legs. She then matched it with a white bikini covered in minimalistic line prints, then brushed her hair, for her to leave it the way it is- a bit straight from the crown, yet wavy in the middle as it transitions into curls. Amalia was never a fan of heavy makeup so she just put on some eyeliner and mascara, a little blush, and then swiped a nude lippie on her lips and figured she was ready. She walked to the mirror and took a few photos. Once she was satisfied, she slipped on her flats and grabbed the card to her suite, leaving her phone in her room.

Zoning out as she waited for the elevator, the voice of a man she found quite familiar brought her back to reality.

“Going to the party at the bar by the beach?” He asked, his breath sending shivers down her spine literally as he was so close to her neck when he spoke.

Startled, Amalia bumped into him and hit his face as her arms wailed around her before he could even evade. The guy groaned and cupped his nose from the impact. Realizing her mistake, she immediately turned around and put her hands on both of his shoulders to steady both of them.

“I’m so sorry! I didn’t know you were there and I was just surprised by the sudden voice behind me. Holy smokes, it's still so early and I’m already embarrassing myself.” She replied, flushed to the core and mentally scolded herself for being so clumsy.

“Woah, easy there tiger. I guess it’s my fault too. I shouldn’t have sneaked up on you like that but you were zoning out like you did earlier and I figured I’d talk to you since the elevator is up.” He chuckled as he assured Amalia it was fine.

“Earlier? The elevator’s open?” Amalia, now confused, racked her brains out to find out where she saw this stranger who casually talked to her as if he knew her and how his voice sounded so familiar.

“It’s not anymore though. We just missed it since you kinda hit me in the face. You don’t remember? Maybe I’m not worth remembering then.” He smirked as he replied which left Amalia more confused with the situation.

“Come on now, it just opened again. Unless you want to miss it again, which I don’t want, you better get inside.” He added as he walked to the elevator to hold it open for Amalia who was still speechless by the exchange. She complied and went inside the elevator, pondering as to how she met this stranger next to her.