Page 84 of Damián

“Right this way, sir. I will show you to the cabana to change.”

I nod to Oliver and Serena and follow the staff toward a large, elegant pool house. As I step out of their direct line of sight, I can hear them talking.

“Oh my God, Oliver, he is insanely hot,” Serena squeaks. “Have you guys slept together yet? Tell me everything.”

“Please shut up,” Oliver groans with embarrassment. “Even if you’re not my bio mom, this is still incredibly uncomfortable.”

“Uncomfortable? We are almost the same age, Ollie. Think of me as your older sister. Now spill!”

I step inside the cabana, letting the door shut behind me, and their voices go quiet. The space is big, decorated with white linen couches and potted palms. I set my drink down on a glass table and start stripping off my clothes, but my mind is spinning.

Okay, so he looks guilty and very tired, but Serena is happy to see me… So if he did meet with someone, he didn’t bring them here…

I also noticed his eyes were red and puffy.

What if something bad happened? Did he fight with Zara?

Is he still angry about what fucking Kai did?

I grip the edge of the granite sink, staring at myself in the mirror.

“Since when the fuck do you care?” I ask my reflection.

Actually, whenever I sleep with someone, I actively welcome it if they see other people because that would mean no strings, no attachments, no messy emotions. The more people they sleep with, the less they’ll expect from me.

It keeps things simple and perfect.

But the thought of someone else’s hands on Oliver’s skin makes me want to break this fucking sink in half.

He shouldn’t be touching anyone else, I think to myself, pulling one of the swim trunks on. And not because I care.

Of course not… But because it is a security risk that could compromise the mission.

How can we sell Elijah and Rafael this shitty “relationship” story if we’re seeing other people?

We can’t.

So it makes sense we make a rule where we don’t see anyone else.

Just us…

For the mission… Of course.

Feeling better after my incredible pep talk, I grab a towel, take a deep breath, and walk back out into the beautiful sun.

As I approach the pool, Oliver’s gaze moves toward me, and he freezes. His hazel eyes move from my bare chest, my abs, down to the V-line disappearing into my trunks. He literally can’t look away.

Good. Stare all you want.

I drop my towel on a lounger and slide into the cool water, swimming toward the shallow end where they are standing. As I break the surface and stand up in front of them, Oliver’s cheeks are burning red. He tenses slightly as I step into his space, and that makes me feel good.

I slide my hand around his bare waist and pull his body against mine.

“Hey, nene.”

I lean in and capture his lips in a soft kiss. I pull back just enough to let him move, but I don’t let him go. Keeping my arm locked around his waist, I turn my attention to Serena and stretch out my free hand.

“Nice to officially meet you, I’m Damián. Oliver’s boyfriend.”