Alex had not been paying attention when his agent was describing the place where they would be staying. He had been more focused on what to do about Stephanie's request for him to fire Virginie. Maybe that was why he couldn't stop staring.
The two couples were sharing a private villa on the beach. Each villa came with 24/7 room service and a personal butler. The dual floor adobe brick villa was surrounded by mountains of bright pink zinnias that could even be seen in the dark of night. The two couples made their way up the stairs and entered their designated places.
Their butler, a short, pale man with cropped hair, greeted them at the door. "Welcome to paradise. I am Samuel, your butler for your entire stay. I will not be here all the time but there is a phone that allows you to call room service at all hours of the day. May I interest you in some lemongrass towels to refresh you from your long journey?" He outstretched his hand to give them two damp yet warm towels that they both gratefully accepted.
The rejuvenating scent of the towels got rid of a tiredness that Alex didn't even realize he had. He beamed broadly at the man. "Nice to meet you, Samuel. My name's Alex and this beautiful girl right here is my girlfriend, Stephanie." He wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her closer. He had to make sure that she felt like she was cared for.
Stephanie blushed. She waved at the butler. "Hello Samuel, it's nice to meet you."
"The pleasure is all mine." Samuel bowed as he opened the door for the two of them. "Now that our pleasantries are out of the way, can I offer you a welcome cocktail or a snack? I know it's a little bit late, but I'm sure something to nibble on would be nice."
Alex and Stephanie looked at each other and then nodded in agreement. "I think both sounds good for us," Stephanie replied.
Samuel smiled and nodded, disappearing into the kitchen. "Please make yourselves at home while I fix you up something." He paused for a second, deep in thought. "For your drinks, would you like them strong?"
"Strong. Definitely strong," Alex requested. Stephanie murmured in agreement.
As Samuel disappeared into the kitchen to fix them their drinks, Alex and Stephanie landed on the plush blue couch, somewhat exhausted from their journey. Alex took in the space around him.
The villa contained two separate apartment-like spaces that had a spacious bedroom with a king sized bed, an enormous balcony with a teardrop bathtub and furniture, and an HD smart TV. There was a living room that contained another HD smart TV, fully stocked wet bar, and elegant furnishings. There was a kitchen with a fully stocked fridge, electric stove, farm sink, and various stainless steel appliances. The entire villa had a warm blue theme with splashes of green, blue, and white included throughout all of the furniture. There were bits of tasteful art scattered amongst the walls.
Alex nudged her shoulder. "Are you ready to hit the clubs?"
Stephanie yawned. "I don't know, Alex, I'm kind of tired after all that traveling. It's late and I have to do my hair and my makeup..."
Alex rolled his eyes. "You look fine right now. Why can't you go like this?"
Stephanie snuggled closer to him on the couch. "You're so cute. I love it when you use slang." Alex took a deep breath and focused on not slapping Stephanie into the end of the vacation. "But I can't go out like this. My hair looks crazy, I smell weird, and I would have to put on some proper clothes for our first night out on the island. But you can go, though. I trust you."
Alex blinked. "You what?"
Stephanie snorted. "You heard me. I said I trust you."
Alex prayed that Virginie was coming to the club with him so that he could see her let loose. She was always so collected and calculated; he wanted to see her lose inhibitions for once and enjoy herself. He was silently hoping for something else but he didn't want to acknowledge it. He would just have to wait for when it was happening. He kissed Stephanie's cheek. "Thanks, babe, you won't regret it."
She gave him a cat-like smile. "I know I won't."
Before Alex could respond to her eerie comment, Samuel returned to the living room with two drinks in hand. "A whiskey for the man and a hurricane for the lady." They both gratefully accepted the drinks and downed them quickly. Alex was trying to get drunk tonight. He wanted to let loose and have some fun.
"Thank you, Samuel." Alex smiled. "Tell me, are you a live-in butler?"
"No, sir, I'm not," Samuel assured. "I live elsewhere on the island, however, I will be back in the morning when you call for me. Do you have a specific time that you want me back by?"
"I think around noon would be appropriate," Stephanie stated. "I think we can fend for ourselves until then." She playfully nudged Alex's knee with her own. He knew exactly what she meant by that.
"Very well, ma'am." Samuel bowed. "If you two don't need anything else, I'll be heading out."
Alex nodded. "Have a good night. Thank you for everything. We'll see you tomorrow."
"Thank you, sir. I left some bruschetta in the kitchen for your eating pleasure. A good night to you both as well." Samuel exited the villa quickly.
Alex's eyes absentmindedly drifted to the wall, wondering how Virginie was settling in. She was so close to him. Only a couple of feet away. If anything would happen to her, he would be right there to beat the shit out of Robert and save her. He was grateful that his request to have rooms next to each other went through. At first, his agent was confused but Alex quickly explained to him that Virginie was his good friend and intern and it would be nice for them to be roomed next to each other. Alex had to pay extra to free up the villa since it had already been booked but it was worth it.
Stephanie stretched and yawned. "I'm going to start getting ready for bed. I don't think I'm going to sleep but I want to watch a movie. Do you want anything before you go?" Her hand drifted towards the crotch of his pants.
Alex bit his lip, pondering the situation. If he was going to see Virginie in a club outfit tonight, he was going to need all the release he could get. Without another word, he pulled her waist close to him and claimed her lips as his own.
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Robert ran his hand through Virginie's soft hair, caressing her softly as she slept. They had dismissed the butler for the night and Virginie wanted to get some sleep before going out to the clubs. This would be the perfect opportunity for him to conduct his business.
Virginie had asked him to come along with her to the club with excitement in her gorgeous blue eyes but he declined. He hated seeing her unhappy but business was business.
He wondered if she would still want him after she found out who he was. What his real job was. What he could do.
He made a small fist and pushed it into the soft mattress. How could he have not seen the resemblance between Alex and Ethan? He didn't know that Ethan had a brother.
Who the fuck is "Ethan", anyway? He didn't remember him being called that. He had a different name before but Robert couldn't remember exactly what it was.
Alex also seemed to care a lot more about Virginie than he let on. You wouldn't know it just by watching them interact but there was a strange possessiveness in his eye that he had for her when he thought no one was watching. Robert didn't like that. She was his. And his only. He didn't want to share. Especially not with Ethan's brother.
Robert's train of thought was interrupted by the ringing of the burner phone in his pocket. He jumped up and walked into the living room as to not disturb Virginie. She didn't need to know everything about him yet, but one day she would rule his empire with him. He was sure of it. He needed a woman to help him out. Someone for the girls to talk to when they were feeling down. She could be good cop and he could be bad cop. They would be a winning duo. Virginie would win over the girls' trust and he would transform them into obedient slaves.
"This is Chavez," he answered.
"You're going to really like these ones, boss," Stephen chattered excitedly. "They're barely 15 but their boobs are beautiful! Slim too, creamy skin. Perfect."
Stephen was one of his subordinates who did international scouting for him. He was good at kidnapping the girls and keeping them in check until Robert arrived to ship them to his house in the States.
"Did you try them out?"
"No, boss. I know that's what you like to do. I'll have them ready for you when you come later in the week to inspect them."
"Good. Keep them on a limited diet until then. Plenty of water. Keep them drugged so they don't have enough strength to run away. You know what happens when they join forces. We don't want to have the Mexican fiasco all over again."
The man shuddered at the thought. "No, and I apologize for that again, sir."
Robert used to not drug the girls because he wanted them lucid when he came to do his inspection. He would just have them tied up together in a cell somewhere and not give them any food to keep them weak instead. This plan backfired. One of the girls ended having a knife in her shoe and she freed them all. They easily overtook the guard and went running. Luckily, Robert had been on his way to the compound. He ended up killing them all. It was sad, really. Their blood ended up all over his new shoes.
"Let me know how they fare. You will be compensated well, as usual."
"What time will I be expecting you and on what day?"
"Today is Sunday so I'll see you on Thursday at midnight."
"I'll see you then, sir."
"Yes, I'm looking forward to it."
Robert placed the burner phone back in his pocket. He made a mental note to search the villa once Virginie had left to find somewhere to put his extra supplies.
He had been so relieved when Virginie had asked if he wanted to go to Jamaica to spend more time together because it provided him the perfect cover. He didn't have to make a wild lie at his day job because he was actually going on vacation with his girlfriend and her boss. He had also been worried about lying to Virginie because she had a good nose for bullshit. She challenged him in a way that no other woman had before. That kind of thing usually made him cut them off but he couldn't let her go. He wanted to break her into submission. He had done it to so many other women before, what was one more? He liked a good challenge. He didn't get one often.
He returned back to the master bedroom where Virginie had turned in her sleep and was now laying on her back, sprawled out on the bed. Her composed aura was gone and her face was relaxed and beautiful.
Robert smiled. She would submit to him. She would be his. No matter what it took.
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