AN: New week. Let's aim for the top 10. Last week was a bit low. Hopefully, this week will go great. Two New celebrities will be introduced this week. Not adding to the harem, just intro and recruit for Marvel movie. Click to find out.[1]
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[Honolulu – 12:22 PM]
Rachel, as always, handled everything with near-psychotic precision.
New car purchased. Paperwork done. Penthouse purchased. Not rented because Alex hated that. He'd once said living in someone else's space felt like wearing someone else's thoughts. So, with Titan's empire expanding like wildfire, dropping a few million for a beachfront high-rise wasn't an expense... it was just good taste.
Outside the private terminal, the 2006 Rolls-Royce Phantom waited. A well-built guy in a black suit stood by the door, poised and silent.
Alex stepped out first, sunglasses on, scanning casually.
Across the street, two black sedans sat parked. Standard issue for Titan's silent security wing. Nearby, bodyguards in street clothes blended with the crowd. One pretended to talk into his phone, another wore a fake tourist badge, and adjusted a camera. They weren't flashy. They weren't armed openly. But they were there. Rachel was never letting another assassin to even get close to him.
He didn't say anything. Just noted it.
Caroline walked behind him, stretching her arms above her head and smiling at the warm breeze. She hadn't noticed the extra shadows watching them. She was too focused on the blue sky, the scent of salt, and the lazy curve of the palm trees.
She reached for his hand.
"You ready?" He asked.
She looked at him with a smile. "Always."
They got in.
Once the door shut, Alex leaned slightly toward the driver.
"Take us to the penthouse first. After that, be ready to head to Ala Moana. We'll need clothes."
The driver nodded. "Yes, sir."
The car was moving, but not a single sound came inside, not even the engine's sound. It was the perfect car.
Caroline rested her head against the seat, one leg tucked under the other, her fingers laced gently with his. She glanced at him, then looked out the window. "I went to the Bahamas once," she said. "It was right before everything fell apart."
Alex looked at her, giving her the silence to continue.
"You already know my dad's situation. We were supposed to come here next... Hawaii was always the plan. But after that, it was all lawyers and frozen accounts."
Her voice didn't crack, but it softened.
"I never thought I'd make it here."
Alex held her hand tighter.
"You made it now."
She smiled, eyes still on the coastline blurring by the window.
"Thanks to you."
He leaned closer and kissed the back of her hand. She didn't look at him, but her fingers tightened around his like she didn't want the moment to slip away.
She whispered, "You have a way of making dreams happen."
He didn't respond with words. He pulled her closer and held her tightly.
They stayed like that until the car slowed in front of the high-rise.
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[Inside]
Inside the penthouse, the space was open, modern, and quiet. Floor-to-ceiling glass, pale wood floors, and the endless stretch of ocean beyond the balcony. The kind of view that didn't need art on the walls.
Caroline walked to the windows without saying a word, her bare feet silent against the polished floor. She stood there, letting the light pour over her. Her reflection hovered in the glass, soft and golden.
Alex dropped the bags, loosened his collar, and just watched her.
She looked happy and beautiful.
He walked over and hugged her from behind, kissing her neck.
She leaned back into his chest the second his arms wrapped around her, her hands resting over his as he kissed the side of her neck.
The ocean breeze pushed softly against the glass, and inside, everything felt still.
Caroline tilted her head slightly, giving him more access. His lips grazed the curve of her jaw, slow and deliberate, and she exhaled, eyes half-lidded.
"You always sneak up on me like this," she murmured.
He smiled against her skin.
"Only when you look like art."
She turned in his arms, facing him now. Her fingers reached up and brushed through his hair, slow and thoughtful.
He cupped her cheek gently, thumb brushing just below her eye.
She leaned in and kissed him, soft and slow. His hand slipped down to her waist, pulling her closer. Her lips parted just enough to let the kiss deepen. It wasn't rushed. It wasn't loud. It was the kind that lingered, like sunlight through thin curtains.
She pulled back just slightly, their noses touching.
"If we don't stop now," she whispered, "we'll skip shopping, and I'll end up making love to you right here in the open."
Alex gave her that slow, crooked smile he knew drove her crazy.
"That's a pretty strong argument for staying in."
She kissed him again. This one was shorter, firmer. Then she stepped back, breathless and flushed.
"Let's clean up and go out. Then we can do certain questionable things in that pool tonight."
She winked before going inside.
Alex chuckled, shaking his head.
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[40 minutes later] [Ala Moana Center, Honolulu]
The Rolls-Royce eased to a stop in front of the Ala Moana Center, the largest open-air shopping mall in the world. The driver stepped out and opened the door for Alex and Caroline, who had traded their travel clothes for something far sleeker.
Alex wore a crisp short-sleeved button-up, slate-gray, paired with tailored white chinos and dark sunglasses. Clean, sharp, relaxed in a way that still felt like power was hidden somewhere in his pocket.
Caroline stepped out next, and heads turned.
She wore a breezy wrap dress that stopped mid-thigh, printed with pale orchids and tied perfectly at her waist. Her sandals were low, simple, and elegant. Hair swept back, sunglasses perched like a crown. She looked like someone who belonged here, even if she'd never been before.
She took one look around and smiled.
"This is not what I expected from a mall."
Alex nodded slightly. "It's not a mall. It's paradise in retail form."
They walked through the main entrance, passing an art gallery, a koi pond, and a couple whispering about their lunch bill in Japanese. The air was fragrant with a mix of plumeria and high-end cologne, and beneath the covered walkways, every store gleamed like an invitation.
Caroline nudged his shoulder. "So what's the mission? Dresses? Dinner outfits? Beach stuff?"
"All of it," Alex replied. "You pick what you want. I'll veto anything made of glitter or feathers."
"Deal," she grinned. "But I make no promises about trying on scandalous swimwear just to torture you."
He gave her a sidelong look. "Do it, and I'll make you wear it during a breakfast meeting."
They stepped into the first boutique: a minimalist store with soft lighting, dressed mannequins, and employees who looked like they modeled part-time.
Caroline wasted no time.
She tried on dresses... flowing linen whites, backless silk in ocean tones, strappy black ones that made Alex stare for a little too long. She walked out of the fitting room in a deep emerald-green number that hugged her hips and dipped dangerously low in the back.
She looked hot bombshell.
Alex leaned against a nearby wall, arms crossed. "That one."
She turned slowly. "This one?"
"Definitely."
"Why?"
"Because I'm not letting anyone else see it but me."
She laughed and disappeared back into the changing room.
Next, they hit the swimwear section. Caroline was in full tourist-turned-bad-decision mode now, tossing options over the fitting room door.
"Red or white bikini?"
"Both."
"Too safe. Leopard print or black mesh?"
Alex paused. "You're stalling to see how far you can push me."
Her voice came through the door, teasing. "Obviously."
When she stepped out in a cream one-piece with a plunging neckline and an open back, he didn't say anything. Just looked.
Her expression softened. "Too much?"
"No. Just enough."
They left that store with four bags.
Next up: shoes.
Caroline dragged him into a boutique full of unique sandals and minimalist heels. She tried on three pairs before Alex picked a fourth and knelt to buckle it around her ankle without a word.
Caroline blinked. "Okay, that was hot."
He looked up at her from one knee. "You're lucky I didn't put a ring on with it."
Her breath caught. She covered the moment with a smile and stood.
They bought two pairs and walked out with two more bags.
Food came next. A Japanese-fusion café with rooftop seating and sea breeze. They shared small plates: seared ahi, pork belly bao, citrus-soaked sashimi. She fed him a bite of something spicy just to see his reaction. He returned the favor with a sake flight that hit her harder than expected.
By 4 PM, they were back in the Rolls-Royce, bags in the back, and she leaned against him in the back seat.
He glanced down at her.
"You okay?"
"I think I just fell in love with Hawaii."
She let out a large yawn and quickly put her palm over her mouth.
"Sleepy?" He asked.
"Yeah. A little too sleepy," She replied as she adjusted. She took off her shoes and lay on the seat with her head on his lap.
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[Penthouse – 6:45 PM]
The glass doors reflected soft evening light across the white linens as the sun slipped lower over the Pacific. Inside, the penthouse was calm, quiet, and just a little too cold from the AC. On the king-sized bed, Caroline stirred.
Her eyes blinked open slowly.
She was tangled in sheets, arms wrapped around the place where Alex should've been. Except… he wasn't there.
She squinted toward the window.
No movement.
Then her eyes slid to the balcony.
Oh.
Oh yes.
There he was.
Alex stood shirtless, the golden outside light tracing every muscle on his back. One hand rested on the railing, the other held a bottle of beer with exactly the kind of careless cool that made shampoo commercials cry in jealousy.
He took a sip, looking out over the waves like he was pondering the meaning of life or composing a brooding indie rock album.
Caroline, still groggy, lay back against the pillows and stretched her arms and legs with a long sigh. Her foot popped out from under the sheets.
Then her eyes snapped right back to the view.
The abs.
Those abs.
She blinked once. Twice.
Was that… was that a new muscle? Did abs have sub-abs?
Her 20% sleepy brain and 80% lusty brain screamed in a whisper.
'Lick them. Lick them for science.'
She pulled the sheet up slightly to cover her face, trying to smother her own very unserious giggle. He was out there doing main-character brooding, and she was in here practically composing a fanfiction in real time.
Still watching, she whispered to herself, "God, how lucky I am. I love him so much."
Another sip of beer.
Another flex of forearm.
Her foot twitched.
'This is fine.' She told herself. 'Totally normal. Just enjoying the view like a supportive girlfriend slash secret abs detective.'
She considered going out there. Naked. Or wrapped in the sheet like a sultry toga model. Or possibly crawling like a wild animal on a stealth mission.
Instead, she called out lazily from the bed.
"Hey, Mr. Wilson. Are you out there contemplating your empire? Or just flexing for the seagulls again?"
He glanced over his shoulder with that smug little smile.
"Can't I do both?"
She rolled onto her stomach and propped herself up on her elbows, hair falling around her shoulders. "I'm just checking. Because I feel like your abs are out here committing war crimes and I need to file a complaint."
He took another sip of his beer and smirked. "File it in person."
She pointed. "If I come over there and lick your ribs, you have no one to blame but yourself."
He shrugged. "That sounds like a very well-structured complaint. I accept."
Caroline dramatically groaned and faceplanted into the pillow. "You're lucky I'm tired. Otherwise, I'd be out there in thirty seconds with a towel cape and zero shame."
Alex turned back to the view, still grinning. "The night's still young."
She peeked out from the pillow, eyes narrow. "So are your chances of surviving it if you keep showing off like that."
He raised the beer in salute.
"And that's exactly why I brought two more bottles."
Caroline lay there for a full ten seconds, debating.
Ten. Whole. Seconds.
Then she tossed the sheet off, slipped out of bed in nothing but her tiny black underwear, and whispered like a woman possessed, "You brought this on yourself, abs boy."
She walked across the room like a very determined, very topless ninja. She didn't even bother sneaking. The drama was in the confidence.
Alex was still looking out at the water, smug and barefoot, sipping his beer like he was narrating a cologne commercial inside his head.
She didn't say a word.
Just walked straight up behind him…
And attacked.
"Mmf!"
Alex choked on his beer as Caroline wrapped her arms around his waist from behind and started kissing his back. Fast. Messy. Like someone had bet her five bucks she couldn't make him blush using just her face and ambition.
He sputtered. "Caroline...!"
"Don't talk," she growled dramatically, spinning him around.
Before he could speak again, her lips were on his abs.
Yep. She went there. Full dedication. One kiss, then another, then a slow, very unscientific lick from just above the waistband to just under his ribs.
"Caroline," he said, stunned and laughing, "you're out here half-naked. And I'm very horny now. I'll jump you."
"I don't care," She was already running her fingers on his back and was kissing his neck. Her boobs were pressed against his chest.
Alex could feel her perky nipples. And his cock was just waiting to burst out of his pants. He emptied the beer bottle with a single swig before grabbing Caroline's throat and looking into her eyes.
"Hold your horses, woman. We are going out to The Magical Mystery Show. I've already booked two seats. Dress up. We'll leave in 40 minutes."
Then he leaned forward, kissing her hard.
For a moment, Caroline felt her limbs going jelly. She opened her mouth, letting him push his tongue in. She likes it when he does that... That dominating expression, hard kiss, choking... All in all, she likes rough play.
'I'm so fucking wet.'
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