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✴Konstantine Zafeiriou POV✴

Red's fiery hair was sprawled on my pillow sheets, eyes closed, her mouth was slightly parted. She sleeps like a baby. She stirred slightly, as if searching for me.

I was a creep. I took pictures of her in her sleeping state. Like a hawk, I was watching her sleep for a long while now. She fell asleep on my arms while crying.

I hate that she won't tell me what's bothering her and the fact that I can't find anything about her was bothering me.

Even her surname was a puzzle to me. I had Nikkos, my best friend, investigate her but nothing came up until now. Even the guy she was within their suite was like a ghost.

The thought of Red being a spy had crossed my mind a million times already but I just can't push him away. I tried, I even went on a weekend away with my friends just to get some space from her but all I can think about was her. Everything about him was intriguing. Especially the way she looks at me was intriguing.

I sighed. What is happening to me?

I turned my back on her sleeping figure before I do something stupid. Walking to my kitchen, I made coffee, the coffee maker's silent grumbling filled my whole place.

This beach house is my property close to my heart. I designed it when I was still pursuing my dreams of becoming an architect but my father had other plans. He did not stop meddling with my life until I succumbed to his will of me following his footsteps.

My family has legal businesses but Dad started branching out to join a crime family when I was in high school. He was a nobleman, there was nothing I ever wanted growing up but to please him.

I sighed and poured coffee into my mug and opened my laptop. It's three in the morning and the only sound I can hear is the lapping of the ocean on the shore.

My computer made a ding sound. It went online and my email started flooding with work-related messages. Nothing from Nikkos.

After replying to all important messages, I went outside the patio with my coffee in hand and sat on the outdoor couch waiting for the sun to rise.

My life back in New York is a lot different than what I have here in Nafpaktos. It was fast and loud in the US while here I have peace. Adding Red in the picture was a bonus I never thought of having.

All I wanted was a simple life and I rebelled against my father's ruthless attitude towards his family.

He started making bad choices when my sister Althea died. I sighed at the sad memory of my sister's passing. It was so sudden that it took us all by surprise. She was happy and jolly one second and the next thing I heard was her suicide.

The salty breeze from the ocean was suddenly mixed with a sweet, minty fruit scent. Red's signature scent.

Small arms snaked on my shoulders and caressed my chest over my black shirt. "Good morning." Red's breath fanned my neck.

Damn this girl can get me undone with just her touch.

"How was your sleep?" She rounded the couch and sat on the armrest.

"Okay." That's a lie. She was murmuring incoherent words in her sleep while trembling. It doesn't take a genius to know she has a nightmare. From the moment she fell asleep on the beach, I knew she fought demons of her own when she shut her eyes. I haven't gotten a wink of sleep because of her bad dreams. "Did you sleep? I mean, besides me?"

I pulled her over my lap, feeling her soft yet toned body against my hard one. "Yeah. I hope you didn't mind."

She wrapped her arms around my neck, heat crawled in her cheeks that matched her red hair. "I snore badly. Did you get any sleep?"

I shook my head and she blushed harder. It made me chuckle how easily I can make her blush. I know she's hiding a lot of things from me but who am I to judge. I have secrets of my own that I keep in the dark from everyone.

"Can I kiss you?" it's highly unlikely of me to ask a girl for a kiss. Most of the time, I was the one at the receiving end of that question but with Red, I have to be careful.

From that moment she swam away from me at the beach, I was scared of how she changed from sweet and intimate to running away. The fear in her eyes was so dark that I had to treat her like a porcelain fragile doll. My fear of her being abused by someone else was justified when she cried while being intimate with me. I can't even imagine how she must've felt from the moment I forced her to come with me.

If only I knew who assaulted her, I could make that fúcker pay with his life for touching my Red.

She didn't speak a word but dipped her face and smashed it against mine. She moved to straddle me, the shirt I let her borrow rolled up to her hips in the process. I never allowed any girl to dominate me but I let Red take the lead. She teased my mouth for entrance and I gladly let her in. Her taste was addictive, I thought it was her watermelon chapstick but damn I was wrong. Red's lips were bare yet she even tasted sweeter than before. She kept me warm against the cold morning wind.

My hands that were resting on her bare legs drew circles until they were resting on the band of her lacey black panties.

She grinds against my hard member that was wide awake for the girl on the top of me.

"Red" I whispered when she rested her forehead against mine, her lips were parted while gasping for air.

She gasped when I let my thumb wander inside her lacey undies. Her brown eyes held fear yet she stayed focused on my face as I slowly traced her bare soft mound.

"Kon..." she bites her lips to stop a moan.

"Let me, okay? I won't hurt you" and that's a promise I intend to keep. I'd like to erase the memory of her fear, whoever assaulted her before.

My thumb gently stroked her length and damn was she wet. I continued to caress her soft skin until I felt her relax above my lap. She was now rubbing against my fingers that were still surprisingly gentle.

"Konstantine" her eyes flutter shut and I smile. The sound of my name from her sweet mouth was a plea. "Please..."

"Let's take it slow, Baby girl" I claimed her lips once more before removing my fingers inside her panties. She groaned in response. "Slow... Until all you can think about is my touch."

She huffed, still with flushed cheeks. "You're mean."

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