Shattered Promises: His Secret Baby

Chapter 3: Summer Current

Chapter 3: The Summer Current

Sunlight spilled across the suite like warm honey. Elena stirred slowly, drawn awake by the scent of coffee and the rhythm of waves below. For a moment she lay still, savoring the pleasant soreness between her thighs and the unfamiliar lightness in her chest.

Marcus stood on the balcony in black boxers, two steaming mugs in his hands. When he turned and saw her watching, a slow smile spread across his face.

“Morning, beautiful.” He stepped inside and offered her a mug. “Figured you’d need this after last night.”

Elena sat up, letting the silk sheet slip to her waist, and accepted the coffee.

“I extended the suite for two more nights,” he said, leaning against the doorframe. “We’ve earned it. Four years of nonstop study.”

She raised an eyebrow, smiling. “Bold of you to assume I don’t have plans.”

Marcus set his mug down and crossed to her. He slid his arms around her waist from behind, lips brushing the sensitive spot below her ear. “You do have plans,” he murmured. “Me. That bed. The shower. And the beach."

Elena laughed softly as his hand slipped beneath the sheet to cup her breast, thumb brushing her n****e. Heat bloomed low in her belly.

“You’re going to ruin me for anyone else, Marcus.”

“Good,” he said against her neck, nipping lightly. “That’s exactly the plan."

Their conversation started light, but gradually deepened.

Elena sipped gently, “I always figured guys like you had it easy. Perfect family, trust funds, no real problems.”

Marcus leaned back in his chair, gaze drifting toward the ocean. “My mom’s been in a coma for six years,” he said quietly. “Car accident. Dad keeps her in the best facility money can buy, but… some days I sit there holding her hand and realize none of it matters. The money. The name. I still can’t fix it.” He exhaled. “Makes you feel pretty f*****g powerless.”

Elena reached across the table and laced her fingers with his. “I’m sorry,” she said. Then, after a pause, “My dad’s been cheating on my mom since I was twelve. The screaming matches, the slammed doors… I used to hide in my room with headphones on, writing stupid little stories just to drown it out. I told myself I’d never let anyone have that kind of power over me.” She gave a small, self-deprecating laugh. “Yet here I am.”

Marcus squeezed her hand. “What kind of stories?”

“Screenplays, mostly. A novel someday, maybe.” She shrugged, suddenly shy. “Nothing serious.”

“I want to read them,” he said, eyes steady on hers. “I want to know everything you’re passionate about, Elena.”

They talked for hours about dreams, fears, and futures they’d been too busy to imagine. Laughter came easily, along with lingering glances and the slow burn that never quite left.

By afternoon they wandered down to the beach. Elena wore a tiny red bikini with delicate strings at her hips. Marcus couldn’t stop touching her, his fingers tracing the line of her waist.

They swam out past the breakers until the beach felt distant and the only sounds were waves and their breathing. Elena wrapped her legs around his waist, treading water with him.

“No one can see us out here,” she whispered, rolling her hips against him.

Marcus’s hands gripped her ass. “Elena…”

She kissed him hungrily, tugging her bikini bottom aside and freeing his c**k. “f**k me right here,” she breathed against his mouth.

He thrust up into her in one smooth motion, the water making every stroke feel buoyant. Elena clung to his shoulders, biting back cries as pleasure coiled tight inside her, her p***y clenching around him.

“You feel so good like this,” he groaned, one hand slipping between their bodies to circle her c**t with firm strokes. “So f*****g tight.”

She came first, shuddering in his arms, a muffled moan lost against his neck. The pulse of her orgasm dragged him over the edge seconds later. He spilled deep inside her with a low curse, the ocean gently washing around them.

Afterward they floated, exchanging lazy kisses. Back on the warm sand under a large umbrella, Marcus’s hand traced idle patterns up her thigh.

“Again?” she teased, already arching into his touch.

He grinned. “Always.”

That evening, after a long shower, they ate dinner naked in bed, plates balanced on their laps as city lights sparkled beyond the windows.

“Marcus… can I ask you something?”

Marcus set his own plate aside. “Anything.”

She hesitated, tracing the rim of her plate with one finger. “Is this just a post-graduation fling for you? Something intense that burns out once real life kicks back in? You’re going to build this huge empire, and I’m still figuring out how to even start mine.”

Marcus studied her for a long moment, then reached for her. He pulled her gently into his lap so she straddled him, their bare chests pressed together. His hands settled warm and steady on her waist.

“Hey,” he said softly, tilting her chin up until their eyes met. “This was real the second you dragged me onto that dance floor. Yeah, the s*x is mind-blowing. But it’s more than that. I love the way your face lights up when you talk about writing. How you make me laugh when we’re both exhausted. I’ve been thinking about you for months, Elena. Not just since the hotel.”

She searched his expression, fingers resting on his shoulders. “But your dad… the company… I don’t exactly fit the ‘perfect future CEO girlfriend’ image. My family’s a mess.”

His grip tightened protectively. “I don’t give a s**t about the image. I’m not letting my father write my whole life. These days with you feel more real than anything waiting back home. I want dates. I want late nights where you read me your screenplays while I’m half-asleep on the couch. I want you. Not just for the summer.”

Elena let out a shaky breath and rested her forehead against his. “I’m scared. What if reality makes this disappear?”

“Then we fight for it,” he murmured, brushing his lips against hers. “One day at a time. Starting right now.”

He kissed her slowly and deeply. Elena melted against him, fears easing under his hands.

The next day they explored the coastal town like an actual couple, holding hands through sunlit streets, stealing kisses in alleyways lined with bougainvillea. Tension simmered between them all afternoon.

They barely made it inside the suite.

Marcus had her bent over the balcony railing, her dress rucked up around her waist, when his phone began to ring sharply from inside the suite.

He stilled, breathing hard against her neck.

“Don’t stop,” Elena gasped, pushing back against him.

But the ringing continued... persistent, insistent.

Marcus cursed under his breath, forehead dropping to her shoulder. “I should check. It might be my dad.”

Elena straightened, dress falling back into place, cheeks flushed and heart still racing as he went to answer the call.

The ocean breeze cooled her heated skin while Marcus’s low voice drifted from inside the suite, tension creeping back into his shoulders.

Whatever was coming, the summer current had already pulled them both far from shore.