Capítulo 4: MEMORIES

Well, I might be crazy, but not that crazy. And sitting with him here now happily fishing with the sand on my feet and the sea spray on my face, I can't imagine what I would have lost had I said no.

"HELL YEAH! I GOT ONE! I GOT A BITE.HIRAYA!" exclaims the good-looking Marion as he quickly stands up and positions himself closer to the cliff. He is excited for the fish but that doesn't stop him from being completely aware of his safety and surroundings.

He has learned, even through the hard way, that rule early in life. The unknown prince has seen too many of his friends and relatives die because they got too close to something they wanted and they lose everything, including their lives, because they got overly distracted.

Never let your emotions get the better of you or you might end up dead, was one of his lifelong mottoes and he has always practised it regularly and diligently

"Oh my gosh… YES!" Raya gleefully yells, the full-hipped and full-breasted female inserting a few melodic squeals into her cheerful cries. "It's bending your rod really bad, too! Must be huge!"

Speaking of emotions…

He feels - not just hears - her delight in sharing his triumph and his heart bursts with pride and achievement. And this is just for a fish!

For sure, if I ever close a huge contract for one of my companies, manage to gain a new partnership, or even if I just settle a simple family clash, she would react with the same enthusiastic exuberance that she's showing now.

"Hahaha! He can't break my customized Daiwa Dendoh Marine Power fishing rod and reel even if he's a fucking sea monster, Raya! I made sure of that."

"You know your fishing poles so well…"

She'd praise me… and cheer me on…And I'd feel like I'm the luckiest and most amazing man in the world just for that!

"Yes, and which rod are we talking about, woman?"

"What? Marion... I mean… wait..."

Hiraya gasps as her client, even if he is still fighting with his fish, manages to grab her and pull her tightly against his hard, smooth and sweaty chest in one swift movement. And though her head reaches only up to his shoulders, she seems to fit perfectly into his bulky, broad and muscled frame.

Orion now lets her feel his impressively long and thick 'fishing pole' by eagerly pressing it hard onto her groin. He lets her feel his pulsing heat going through their beachwear with surprising ease, while passionately gazing down at her upturned cat-like blue-violet eyes.

"M-Marion, y-you might lose your catch…"

"I was hoping not to lose the one I already have…"

"I mean… your fish, Marion… It might get away…"

And of course, reality would sink in and she would be the one to remind me… that this is just a temporary situation…

The manly monarch smiles but he lets her read the sadness in his eyes. He lets her go, obviously with reluctance, then focuses on reeling in the fish that is still fighting him like a motherfucker.

As he distracts himself with fishing, he can't help but remember the first time he met her and how surprised at the 'package' that he had initially received. Nothing in heaven, earth, or hell could have prepared him at all for that moment around half a year ago.

Nothing at all.

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"Hello? Anybody here? I know I'm early but I wanted to meet you before I do anything else here at the resort."

His Royal Majesty Marion Alexander, also known as Orion in certain exclusive circles and organizations, had been given the card key to her room the moment he was welcomed from his helicopter by the Midnight Resort's liaison officer and his entourage.

It was a friendly enough crowd, but a crowd just the same.

I should have told Rube that I tend to avoid them like the plague these days. That's what happens when you lose contact with close friends.

After requesting that he be ushered directly to the woman's room and not his own, he waved goodbye to all his security men, personal assistant, and driver who was flying the copter. He'll be seeing them when he calls for them via mobile.

For now, he was severely relieved to be on his own.

It took them only a few minutes to get to his newly purchased 'partner's' room and after insisting that he would like to first visit hers before resting in his own suite, they finally left him alone.

Probably hoping for a tip or something. I better tell Rube about that little fracas…Or maybe, I'm just being nervous… Fuck, am I?

He missed the card slot on his first try.

Damn it… What the hell should I be nervous about anyway? She's someone I paid for. I've seen her pictures, smelled her panties, heard and watched her on those videos. Stop it, Orion… get a grip… you've had so many women in your life already and she's just a…

The card slipped through the slot smoothly and he heard the beep.

… a... another female.

"Hello? Anyone in here?" he continued to call out as he placed his key card into his personalized suit jacket's inner pocket.

He started looking around the room for possible hidden cameras or bugs that might have been previously installed. Marion trusts Rube with his life but it's the force of habit that makes him do these actions automatically.

None, so far. And what's this…?

He seems to still have retained his more-than-average skills in detection despite months of not using it. In just a short time of inspection, he manages to find the hidden door behind the fake bookshelf which leads directly to his suite.

Well, the books are very real. Surprise, surprise, she seems to be an extensive reader. Nevermore: The Complete Works of Edgar Allan Poe... What's this? A Bible Concordance? And an actual King James with Martin Luther King's signature! And it's right beside a book entitled Real Ghost Stories! I have an exact copy of these books in my private library: The Complete Works of Shakespeare and The Complete Cases of Sherlock Holmes. What's this one about… Modern Day Vampirism? That's rich… I wonder how she liked that one in particular.

"What are you doing?"

Startled by the feminine voice that sounded so close to him, he almost dropped a book on Zombies which was his latest find on her bookshelf. The billionaire investor turned around and was shocked to see her standing in front of a glass mosaic door across the room, which obviously led into her personal bathroom.

Holy shit… How the heck… Where the hell did she come from?!

The red-haired woman in long dark leather boots, shiny black mini-dress with studs and slits all over along with matching goth make-up and metal gear accessories was actually too far off to be heard unless she yelled. And that's not what he heard. It sounded like she was in his head when she asked her query.

She could not have possibly said those words while she was so far away from me. I mean, we're at least three meters apart and she sounded like she was just standing behind me. How could she do that!? Unless…

"I said, what are you doing there, Sir?"

Ok good, now she's sounding normal. Whew! Must have been just me being nervous… or too engrossed with the bookcase… and her unique choice of literature…

"Just learning more about your reading preferences. I hope you don't mind. I find your choices quite interesting, even fascinating…"

"I don't mind at all, Sir. I just worry that my clients would picture me differently from what I'm being marketed as."

"And… this," he motioned to her whole Dark Alice meets Harley Quinn outfit. "This IS what you're promoted as? That's not what I saw in the video."

"I was naked in the video."

"Ah… yes… and you're known as Hiraya, right?"

"Yup, that's my name here. And, you're the only one that received that clip. The rest always gets this," said Hiraya tonelessly while gracefully waving her petite hand from her enticing square-jawed, high-cheekboned face, down to her curvy thighs. "And you can call me Raya, if you prefer shorter names."

Ah, the special treatment from The Resort and her. I should have known. I could have expected this kind of primary treatment. Well, they did say that I'm the first client to get this sort of package. I should just be thankful that they found me a match and not make too much of a fuss. After all, we have been searching for her even while my Grandfather was still alive. But of course, there's always the feedback form for later… As of now…

"Yes, well… take it all off."

"Excuse me? Oh, so you want to have sex with me now, you mean? That's fine. Don't you want to rest first, Sir?"

"No, I mean take it ALL off. The make-up, the jewelry, the dress, the boots… Well, maybe you can keep the boots. Good thing your hair doesn't seem to be colored or styled and seems natural enough."

"Ok… so let me get this straight… you don't like what you see, is that it?"

"No! I want to see what's underneath all… that!"

It took her a few seconds to consider the request. Weirdly enough, Marion was a little anxious that she might not like it.

"Yes, Sir! Of course Sir, you sure are in a hurry. Not even rested and you already want some action."

The businessman investor almost corrected her but caught himself with a revelation.

Sarcasm… when was the last time I heard that from a woman? From anybody even. Looks like she's not at all star-struck by my reputation. Don't know if that's a good thing or bad. Still impressed though.

The lady in black went straight to her dresser near the bed while he walked over to her bathroom and opened the door. Just as he thought, there was her walk-in closet before one could enter the actual bathroom area.

Marion carefully walked through a beaded curtain that doubled as a divider, just so he could take a quick leak. He's quite amazed at how everything in the maroon-themed full bathroom seemed to be so clean and orderly.

Again, not what he expected to see.

Why don't I just throw the list of my expectations out the window right now? It will probably be a breath of fresh air for both of us. And that's exactly why I'm here anyway.

After washing his hands with watermelon-scented bubble soap, the Italian-suited investor opened the widest closet doors in the walk-in area and started going through her wardrobe, one dress at a time. He's now surprised at the other choices she had in storage and was imagining each outfit on her now.

This woman is getting more and more interesting by the minute… Either that or she uses these dresses for role play.

"What are you doing?"

He tried not to be startled this time but he could have sworn her voice came directly from his head!

Orion looked towards the door and found her standing there, completely naked while leaning on the door frame. His dark green eyes raked her voluptuous body and her large, luscious boobs that were on full display with their chocolate-colored nipples.

Damnation, she really kept those sexy high boots on!

The male royal quickly looked back at what he was originally doing as he felt himself growing harder and warmer. His urge to just tear off his clothes, thrust his pulsing eight-incher into her then eat her cum along with his after her orgasms, was almost uncontrollable.

And I'd do all that while she's still on her feet… Down boy… Another surprise that I never thought possible… I'm now officially impressed with her… But first things first…

From the large closet, he took out an impressively sexy but chic bright purple cut-up t-shirt that was at least one size bigger than hers.

"Where did you get this?"

"Why? Don't you like it?"

"It's not something I'd see your promotional image would wear."

"Well, it's my own design. The other girls buy them from me. Those I keep because I'd like to wear them myself if there was only an occasion I can do that."

"You made these?"

Marion has always prided himself on managing to keep his emotions in check even during the most tension-filled scenario or the worst emergency situations. He found himself wondering later why on earth he was losing his shit over a naked call girl who could make her own clothes.

"Yup, there's my sewing machine over there at the other end of the room. Inherited it from my mom. Had it refurbished. I know it's only semi-automatic but I love how it sounds when I use it."

"And let me guess, you also cook?" he asked, still in half-amazement, half-sarcasm.

"Cook, clean, wash dishes, fix appliances and ranges, and do basic plumbing. We owned a restaurant way back when. Free food, happy customers, a loving family, the works… happiest days of my life, really. But you didn't come here just to talk right?"

Did I just get a hold of Snow White, The Frog Princess, Cinderella, or a mix of the three? Maybe I should ask her if she has animal assistants.

"No, I didn't come here to just talk. Put this on, please."

Her face almost looked like he was asking her to go shopping with him with a platinum credit card. Which he did have. Plenty, as a matter of fact.

"Why? Aren't we going to bed and…?"

"No, we're going outside, to walk around a bit. Would that be ok?"

He handed her the oversized violet and black shirt that had slits at the side and a woven opening at the back. The front featured a v-shaped neckline that can be stretched to an off-the-shoulder style. Due to its size and length, it could double as a loose mini-dress. Marion smiled at the thought of it on her.

Hiraya took it gingerly from him but she wasn't smiling. The puzzled look has stayed on her face and it was really making her look so cute and adorable.

And amazingly fuckable if I do say so myself…