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Sixteen | Alonzo

Coming back up, with a large shell in hand, I am greeted by Reagan's chest. She squeals uncomfortably, letting go of the ledge to cover herself. She struggles, even when I'm holding her she seems uncomfortable.

"I didn't mean too, I promise." I assure her.

She looks at me, not knowing whether to trust that or not. She continues to look at me. Reagan appears to be contemplating everything as she stares into my eyes. I've been known to have the ability to read people, but her face is so confused, so embarrassed. There is another emotion there, but I can't quite tell if it's anger or adoration.

Her staring makes me want to stare. So, I do.

Everything about her is gorgeous. Her lashes shade her green-hazel orbs. I could get lost in her plain yet beautiful eyes. Up this close I now notice a small beauty mark that rests just below her eyebrow bone. It's a cute little mark that makes her all that much more gorgeous.

I notice her cheeks get a shade of pink and she shifts nervously further from me. I allow it because I can tell she is uncomfortable. "Come on, I'll help you back up." I offer sincerely.

She nods, pulling her hand up to pinch her nose close. The adorable habit makes me smile, but I wipe it off. I follow behind, following her slow pace. I notice her begin to struggle, only kicking her legs and using one arm while her other arm is keeping the water from boarding her nose.

Swimming up next to her I wrap my left arm around her waist, pulling her over so I can bring us both up a few seconds later. Reagan surprisingly doesn't fight it— she lets me help her to the latter. I look up at her as she climbs the few steps onto the deck. I never noticed her suit until now. Most of her ass is hanging out, catching my eye. I notice the slight swing of her hips, she knows I'm watching her.

I get to the deck and follow her as she goes to the towel closet, grabbing one. Once again to my surprise, she hands me the first one she grabs. "Grazie tesoro." I say with a soft voice to her.
[Translation: Thank you, dear.]

I know that she likes when I use my accent. Her cheeks grow a pink shade as she wraps her torso with a soft white towel. Her skin is much more tan than when we came here. It makes her skin glow. She is glowing. Reagan does seem happier out here on the boat than any time before when we were in the mansion.

"I'm hungry, are you hungry?" She squeaks nervously.

I grin. "I could eat."

Reagan nods, stepping away from me, making her way to the kitchen. It's near noon so lunch should be ready soon. I don't bother following her into the kitchen, I just take my seat at the dining table. After a few minutes, Reagan returns, smiling with the chef's assistant. The kid is around twenty years old, handsome, can cook and he smiles back...

"Reagan." I call out.

"Hmm?" She hums in response, placing her plate down on the table. She goes to sit down in the seat that's away from me. An entire seat between us.

"Your seat is here." I motion to her rightful spot at my side.

She laughs, thinking I'm joking. "There is no difference." Reagan shrugs, siping from her water.

I stare at her, with a cold look. Telling her to do as told.

"Are you kidding me?" She scoffs with her laugh, putting her utensils down. Her head tilts to the side.

I continue to stare. "Reagan." I press.

She tries to stay her ground. But eventually she sighs, glaring at me. She stands from her seat, moving to the other one beside me. I nod my head in satisfaction. We begin to eat our meal in silence.

She doesn't even meet my eyes when she is done, standing again. I can tell she is beyond angry because she leaves her plate. Reagan is always jumping to help clean up. Never have I seen her just leave a plate. Or maybe she is just finally realizing the power she holds, and the fact that the people on this boat are below us.

I allow her to storm off, leaving her be. I just finished my plate, leaving it before I walk out and to my room. I pass by Reagan's room, hearing her murmur to herself, cursing me out. Hearing her disrespect me like that makes my blood boil on the spot. Before even realising it, I'm in her room, holding her against the closest wall.

"What the f—" She tries to protest, pushing and scratching.

"You must learn your role." I snear with a cold voice.

Her brows furrowed, clearly so aggravated with me. "Get. Out." Reagan demands with the strongest voice she can muster.

"If you don't—"

"If I don't what? Respect you?" She cuts me off, scoffing. "Respect goes both ways."

The amount of guts this girl has. No one has ever stepped up to me. Never have I ever respected anyone before. No one other than my right hand, Matteo. Who I grew up with.

This woman I've known for only a few weeks. I don't even actually know her. She is my wife by force, she was raised for the sole purpose of her hand in mine. There is no way I'll respect this woman. She has given me no reason to. Her only place here is at my side and to respect me. Nothing else.

"Here that doesn't matter." I sneer.

"Oh it doesn't?" She mocks. "I don't give a shit!" Her hand raises to swat at my face and I catch it. Panic floods her eyes as I hold her wrist that is inches from my cheek.

It takes everything in me not to kill her right now. She dares to disrespect me and even tried to hit me. I feel my body heating up in anger. Reagan begins to cower under my grip. It only makes me hold her tighter.

"Let go." She pleads, holding a strong voice.

I release her, staring for a moment. Once again she grows nervous under my gaze. She is still in her bathing suit, clutching a towel to her chest. The look of discomfort on her face makes me feel angry at how weak she is. But she is weak because she fears me. She is supposed to fear me. Everyone is supposed to fear me.

I turn on my heel, leaving her. I feel her eyes on me as I leave. Just in spite, I don't close the door. As I leave the doorway into my room, she sighs in relief.

To calm down, I strip off my swimming trunks. I hear somthing hit the ground with them and I lean over to fish that stupid shell I stupidly dove down to get Reagan. I want to throw it against the wall, but instead I just put it on the table next to the door and make a break for the shower, turning the water scorching hot.

Thoughts?