I've decided to write a new modified version of Unparalleled for my younger readers as the original is rather spicy. You can find the other one on my page if that's more your speed, titled Unparalleled (Explicit). This story follows a young woman Am...
I manage to get all of my things into my room before finally collapsing on the bed when it finally hits me. I just met Ruel, my main obsession since I learned of his existence less than a year ago. And he's been such a tool so far. Just my luck. I sigh audibly while plugging in my iPad so I could at least try to get some work done while I'm here. Wow, I'm such a loser. I'm on vacation and I'm trying to work. Loosen up, Amara. Looking around the room, I decide to unpack everything instead of putting it off. After that's finished I quickly change into the slightly NSFW swimsuit I ordered recently to hit up their heated pool. It honestly can barely even pass as a suit since it's just underwire and strategically placed flower details loosely stitched to cover the critical areas. But I mean, I need to look my best. What if I run into Hero Fiennes Tiffin next? Laughing at my silliness I think, yeah right. I cover myself with my sheer black kimono and make my way to the rooftop pool.
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I sigh in relief as I realize I'm the only one here, not sure I could deal with people right now. I set aside my cover up and dive in, just enjoying how warm the pool is in contrast to the freezing South London air. I'm so caught up in the steam and relaxation after my long flight I don't even realize Ruel van Dickhead has decided to grace me with his presence yet again. "Ahem" he says. I snap my head around to the sound of the intrusion, a surely offended look etched on my face. "Can I help you?" I say as neutral as possible. "I wanted to get in some laps." I stared at him for a few seconds. "...Okay, so what's stopping you?" He just sighs. I'm honestly confused as to why he's making such a big deal out of this. Even though the real reason I don't want to leave is cause I forgot my towel and I'm in next to nothing which my kimono wouldn't do much to help with. I'd never survive the trauma if I were to have a nip slip or something, even if he does have something up his ass. He just sighs and strips off his towel, revealing perfectly sculpted washboard abs that seem to have cropped up overnight. "You're drooling." he states, rolling his eyes clearly bored of me. "Wha- Uh. What?" I said, flustered all of a sudden. "You've got a little drool on your face, maybe deal with that." UGH he is insufferable. I quickly wipe my mouth. Huh, dry. My turn to roll my eyes. He chuckles.
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