Chapter 73
In April, In South Beach, Miamin, Ustrana.
For Miamin, a city with a tropical climate, it's the best vacation time of the year.
The azure water is shimmering, and on the white and soft sand, countless beauties in hot bikinis and handsome men linger here, some play beach volleyball, some surf passionately, and those who are more peaceful lie directly on the beach chairs to bask in the sun.
For example -- Rose.
Rose accompanied her grandmother Mary to the Ustrana for a vacation and recuperation. During this time, she drove and traveled to many cities in the Ustrana with her family. And this stop was Miamin.
One of her favorite cities.
Passionate, free.
Rose was lying on the beach chair in a white bikini, holding a glass of lemonade in her hand, drinking and talking to her best friend Zoey --
"Even you regret but there is nothing we can do, you have already given birth, I told you not to be impulsive."
Her best friend Zoey was lying on the beach chair next to her, she lifted up the corner of her swimsuit and showed it to Rose, "Look at this scar on my stomach, I'm still Physical Scars, and I can't wear such sexy bikini like you in my life."
Rose even didn't look sideways, "I don't look at it."
Zoey sighed and put away her clothes, "I still envy you, you are free. I am busy with diapers and breastfeeding every day, my husband goes to work during the day so he can't help me. I wouldn't have time to see you today if he hadn't been at home on vacation."
Zoey married in Miamin two years ago, and Rose didn't expect that she heard a lot of complaints about her marriage when they met.
she calmly took out sunscreen, "So I said why marriage, I just want to be beautiful lady alone in this life."
Zoey looked at her, "You really don't plan to find someone to marry and live?"
Rose squeezed out a little sunscreen, stretched out her arm and wiped it away a little, and said while wiping, "Why do I need someone to live my life, can't I live alone?"
After a while -- she said, "My life don't need anyone to join in."
Zoey listened thoughtfully, and shook her head for a moment, "Maybe it just haven't met true love yet. The thing about marriage, it's hard to say."
Rose seemed to be amused by this sentence, "Where does true love come from, I'm sorry, I only love myself."
"..." Zoey disagreed, "You won't say that when you meet one."
After all, as the best friends of Rose, previously, Zoey was equally determined to be unmarried.
But since she met the Mr. Right two years ago, she has been willing to accept her heart. Although now she will complain about trivial matters in marriage in front of Rose, but to sum up --
"At least when you are sick and uncomfortable, he will accompany you, take care of your things and give you a shoulder to lean on, so you won't feel lonely."
Rose smiled, "I don't need it."
Zoey didn't continue to persuade her, "..."
Even if there are unmarried friends among them, they all have fixed couples too.
Only Rose, who is already 27 years old, is still a single.
It's not that she can't find a man, not to mention her beauty and style, her educational background is much more excellent than her peers.
She was graduated from Columbia University Law School and now serves as the general counsel of the family company Azel Group.
She has good looks, education and prominent family. She can be said a perfect lady in all aspects.
But she never talks about love.
She can have lovers, but she never considers marriage.
"Well, don't keep talking about these boring topics." Rose finished wiping the sunscree and received it, "Don't rush back at night, have a drink with me before leaving."
Zoey replied, "Of course, I rarely came out to play, I will stay with you tonight until we get drunk."
At this time, Mary's voice came, "Rose, come and take a picture for grandma."
Rose looked around and said to Zoey, "Wait me asecond."
After she finished speaking, she got up and walked towards the place where the old lady stood.
Mary was stepping on the shoal, his son and daughter-in-law were helping her take pictures, and the family was playing happily.
Rose walked over, "Take a picture for what?"
Lynn gave her the camera, "Help us take a photo with grandma."
Rose took the camera, "Then stand up."
The water in the shallows is crystal clear, and corals and seaweed emerge from time to time. Focusing on the camera lens, Rose stepped back to find a suitable angle, but she did not notice that a few messy pieces of seaweed caught her ankle.
So that when she stepped back, her body instantly lost her balance.
Seeing that she was about to fall back into the shoal, a hand caught her from behind.
It is a pair of wet and slightly cool hands.
He pinched her waist and held her firmly.
The touch quickly left Rose's body, so short that it seemed that she had never touched it.
But inexplicably, her hearts and souls seem to wander for a second and lose the mind.
Rose turned back subconsciously, just looking at the man.
But in just half a second, the man withdrew his gaze, and walked out of the shallows with several men holding surfboards.
He was wet all over, and after helped her, he left without even turning his head.
Not a word was said.
In this second, Rose remembered this face.
After taking pictures, the old lady and her son and daughter-in-law went to pick up the shells. Rose returned to the beach chair, but her eyes wandered across the entire beach.
Zoey saw that she seemed to be looking for something, so asked, "Who are you looking for?"
Rose bit the straw lightly, thinking about the look at the one just now, and thought aloud, "A very interesting man."
Zoey was exicited, "Interesting? Why is he interesting?"
Probably because Rose have seen a lot of men who are flattering to her on various occasions, and suddenly such a man appeared. He was able to leave without making a sound and without any reaction after facing her wearing such a sexy bikini and pinching her waist.
Instead, it aroused Rose's interest.
It's an Asian face, with a handsome face, but she don't know which country he comes from.
Rose looked around on the beach and didn't see the figure again, so she didn't take it to heart anymore, and chatted with Zoey for a while. Until evening, when Mary and her parents were tired from playing, the group returned to the hotel.
When Rose entered the elevator, the elevator on the other side of the hotel slowly opened.
Marc walked out from the inside, followed by two men, who were talking in English as they walked.
"After two days of work, I finally got the contract of fd."
"Derek, shouldn't we celebrate?"
"We will go to a nearby bar to sit together in the evening, shall we?"
Marc shook his head, "No, I want to rest."
The contract of fd company has been deadlocked for a long time and has not been settled. Marc accidentally knew that their boss likes surfing. So he played with him twice, and the other party was surprised and admired by his proficient surfing skills. After a few rounds, the contract was settled.
After dinner, colleagues wanted to celebrate and went to a nearby bar together. Marc wanted to rest and went back to the hotel alone.
When entering the elevator, for some reason, he suddenly changed his mind.
He pressed the twelfth floor. The hotel's own bar was there and was very quiet.
Marc planned to go over to raise a glass or two --
At eight o'clock in the evening, Rose took her parents and grandma, and her best friend Zoey finished their meal in the restaurant on the ninth floor of the hotel, and then sent a few elders back to their room.
After they were all settled, she went back to her room and changed into a mid-length skirt.
The skirt is champagne, a very soft color, which matches the skin tone faintly and is very feminine.
Zoey asked, "Where do we go to drink? There is a good bar on the street in front."
Rose shook her head, "Just go to the twelfth floor. My grandma is here. She doesn't like me going to those bars."
Zoey thought about it, "Okay, it's the same wherever we drink."
The two went to the twelfth floor together. Although it was the hotel's own bar, the place was also very large. Compared with the bar outside, the environment here was more comfortable.
There were singers singing quiet songs on the stage, the guests of the hotel sat together in twos and threes, the waiters shuttled through the crowd, and the atmosphere was quiet and comfortable.
Rose and Zoey sat down and ordered a cocktail each.
The two started chatting about the university, they drank cup after cup. Zoey suddenly pushed Rose's arm, "Look over there."
Rose said, "Look at what."
"What else can we see, of course, shouting Look at the man, I guess this one must be of mixed Latin blood, so handsome."
Rose followed the line of sight Zoey pointed, and then sneered dismissively, "That's it?"
She saw a lot of so-called handsome white guys these days, but there is really no one who can catch her Miss Jensen's eyes.
But at the moment when she retracted her gaze, Rose's gaze suddenly stopped.
Stopped at the bar's counter.
A figure sat indifferently on a high chair, with beautifully articulated hands, casually holding a wine glass, taking a sip from time to time, putting it down, and watching the performance on stage leisurely.
It's no longer the appearance she saw during the day, when he wore a black surf suit and got wet when.
Now he is wearing a white shirt with buttons on the cuffs meticulously fastened, and wearing gold-rimmed glasses on his face.
He is well-dressed and elegant.
But there is an unconquerable abstinence in it.
... It's he.
Rose thought of the subtle touch on her waist, pulled her lips, sipped the wine in her glass, and said, "The real handsome man is over there."
Zoey followed her eyes, "Hey, you like this kind? Gentle?"
Gentle?
Rose smiled lightly.
Her intuition told her that this man was by no means gentle.
After drinking the wine in the glass, Rose whispered to Zoey, "I can't accompany you to get drunk tonight."
Zoey, "Ah?"
"I have a crush on him."
"..."
Before Zoey replied, Rose stood up, loosened her long hair tied together, and walked towards the bar.
Zoey smelled the fragrance that was instantly rippling in the air, which was spread from Rose's hair.
And this aroma quickly spread from the seat to the bar.
Rose naturally sat down next to Marc.
The man's eyes fell briefly for two seconds, but there was no obvious reaction.
This made Rose's desire to conquer even heavier.
She asked the waiter for a glass of wine fluently in English, but when she chose to pay or sign the bill, she frowned and pretended, "I'm sorry, I forgot to bring my wallet."
After speaking, she looked at Marc and took the initiative to test, " Hi, can you buy me a drink?"
Behind the glasses, the man's eyes looked at Rose lightly, and for a moment, without saying anything, he paid for her order.
After getting the wine, Rose picked it up and smiled at him, "Thank you."
Marc answered, "No need."
So far, their conversations were all in English.
Rose successfully took the first step, drinking the wine in the glass, and after listening to the singer sing a song, she asked him again, "ese?"
Marc did not reply, but the corners of his lips twitched.
After a while, he looked at Rose and replied in Chinese, "This glass of wine, it seems that you should invite me to drink it."
Rose did not expect that he would suddenly jump to the topic of the wine in her hand.
She looked at him calmly, "Why?"
"I helped you during the day, didn't I?"
"..."
Rose thought he didn't remember.
She thought that the contact, which was only half a second short, was dismissive in his eyes.
He didn't even look at herself again.
Rose propped her chin up and suddenly became more interested in this man, "So, do you remember me?"
Marc was not deny, and asked her directly, "So you came to sit here on purpose?"
Rose felt more and more interesting. She sat up straight, folded her slender legs, leaned slightly, and said, "I just want to get closer and see what the man who was holding my waist looks like."
In this sentence, "holding" is not the key at all.
The key is --- her waist.
They used to be skin-to-skin for half a second.
Marc understood what she meant, with a subtle smile on his lips, he responded to her gaze, and after a while he asked, "Then do you see clearly now?"
Rose shook her head, and said in a vague tone, "Not clear enough."
Marc seemed to be smiled and he looked away.
Jazz singers sang softly on the stage, and the air was inexplicably filled with a dense moisture.
The two did not speak for a while, and the vague ambiguity slowly spread and flowed.
A few minutes later, the singers on the stage finished singing and the audience applauded. Marc drank the wine in one gulp, and then looked at her, "Are you live here too?"
Rose shrugged, "I came to find a friend, but she not here."
Marc nodded and got up to leave, "Good night."
Rose also smiled, "Good night."
But just a few steps after Marc left, the sound of a glass falling to the ground suddenly came from behind.
He paused and turned back.
Rose collided with the oncoming person, and the drink from the opponent's hand spilled on her.
Below her chest was wet.
The foreign man kept saying sorry to Rose, and offered to ask his friend to take her to the bathroom to clean up.
But Rose raised her eyebrows and said no need.
She looked at Marc, who was still standing still, and smiled lightly, said to the man, "I have friends waiting for me."
After saying that, she walked over and stood in front of Marc, "Do you mind letting me clean up in your room." -
Coincidentally, Marc's room and Rose's are on the upper and lower floors.
But Rose didn't let him know that she also lived here.
She successfully entered the man's room, saw the laptop on the coffee table and several stacks of open complicated documents, and then combined with the man's expensive clothes, Rose knew that the prey she was looking at was by no means an ordinary person.
He had a very special temperament, as if it completely fit her own aesthetic, and she couldn't help but want to take the initiative to test him, get to know him.
Or even --
have him.
When they walk into this room by default, they have already tacitly agreed.
For adult men and women, some games do not require rules.
Rose believes in her own vision.
In this game, they were evenly matched.
She took a shower in Marc's bathroom. Her clothes were already dirty, so she could only ask him across the door,
"Would it be convenient for me to borrow one of your shirts?"
Two minutes later, Marc handed over a clean white shirt.
It smelled good and that belonged to the man.
Rose dried her hair in the bathroom. When she put on the shirt and came out, she didn't see Marc.
After walking a few steps, she found that the man was sitting on the balcony.
The computer was on, and the light from the screen was reflected on his glasses, as if he was working.
Rose stood behind him and looked at him, smiling inexplicably.
What was he doing, he wanted to express that in this environment, he can still focus on his own mind and not be in a mess?
Rose walked towards him.
Pushing open the glass door, the sea breeze on the front was cool and awake, but it could not blow away the temperature that had already been lingering in the room.
Rose did not in a hurry to say something to Marc, but sticked to the balcony and looked into the distance.
The beach at night is still charming, there are people partying there, music and human voices mingle together, sketching out a luxurious world of feasting and feasting.
Those people are embracing the happiness they wants.
And she doesn't want to waste this special night.
The man behind her is the best gift that God has arranged for her.
After a while, Rose said to the air, "You seem to be good at surfing."
Marc, who was behind her, said calmly, "Just an interest."
"Can you teach me?", Rose turned around, leaned her back on the balcony, and asked him with a faint smile.
She stepped on the ground barefoot, only wearing a man's white shirt, which was baggy, and looked inexplicably lazy and charming at night.
Marc raised his head and looked at her.
After a while, he slowly closed the laptop, "Now?"
Rose saw his action and felt that the man should have understood what she meant. She walked forward slowly and deliberately sat on Marc's lap. Her voice was softly mixed in the ambiguous air,
"Don't you want to see me clearly?"
When Rose said these words, the sea breeze blew, which fitted the occasion, blowing her long hair and the hair brushed Marc's face lightly.
She was very close to Marc, and the fragrance rose and fell in her breath.
Sometimes, a woman's style is full of charm and is more tempting than the sea breeze.
It makes people easily fall.
Everything happened at this right moment.
The four eyes looked at each other, just for a moment, Marc took Rose's waist and kissed her lips actively.
The smell of alcohol in their mouth is the taste of mutual attraction.
Rose has long known that he is by no means a gentle and peaceful man.
A kiss can show how possessive he is.
The gentle shell has been removed, and his inner wildness has been revealed.
The party music in the distance is heavy metal, directly hitting the restlessness in the soul.
And they are kissing on the balcony with the sea breeze blowing, publicity and enthusiasm.
Time seems to stop at this moment.
Tonight, the sea breeze is just right, mixed with your taste.
Rose does not know when she was carried back to the room. He closed the window, away from the noise, and everything was quiet.
They embraced each other in this silent night, and were willing to sink in.
Miamin is so passionate.
And this is just the beginning.