Page 23 of Billionaire's Fantasy
I can almost swear that he is looking at me when he whispers, “Yes, it is.”
“Let’s stroll down the beach, and enjoy this moment a little more,” I tell him.
As we stroll along the beach, Jackson suddenly blurts out that he wants to take a dip in the water. I raise my eyebrows, a little surprised. “Really? Right now?” I ask, teasingly. The sun is barely out but there is a warm breeze making the air feel warmer.
He grins, his blue eyes sparkling mischievously. “Yeah, why not? It’s the perfect time for a swim and I got a little sweaty and hot from riding.”
I’m intrigued by his spontaneity, and I am a little bit excited at the thought of a refreshing dip in the water.
“Okay, let’s do it!” I exclaim, grabbing his hand and leading him toward the shore.
We stripped down to our underwear and from the corner of my eye I stole glances of the handsome pilot beside me. His chiseled physique glistens in the sunlight, and his blue eyes seem to light up even more against the backdrop of the water. His tattoos glimmer in the sun. His black briefs leave very little to the imagination.
I quickly snap a mental picture of him before asking if I can take some photos and short videos for my vlog. He hesitates, clearly uncomfortable with the idea of being photographed or recorded in his underwear, but I promise him that the photos with him won’t be shared anywhere. Reluctantly, he agrees, and I snap some photos of him against the stunning scenery.
After taking some shots of him, Jackson turns the tables and starts taking pictures of me.
I thank God and all high heavens for my attention to detail and my obsession with wearing matching underwear sets. Thanks to that, he is able to capture pictures of me, in my lavender panty set with tiny daisies printed on them. They are cute and chic and perfect for this exact moment.
We playfully splash each other in the water as we capture the moment. It’s a carefree, intimate moment between us, and I can feel a strong connection growing between us with every passing minute.
When we eventually make our way back to the shore, we’re both drenched and shivering from the cool water. But as we look at each other, we both know that this moment will be one we’ll always remember.
As we sit there on our clothes, watching the horses frolicking in the distance, I finally gather the courage to tell Jackson about my ex, Mike. It feels like a heavy weight has been lifted off my chest as I tell him about how we had built a fitness, travel and relationship brand together as influencers. I explained to him that our breakup was very public and that I had received a lot of hate online for hurting Mike, who was seen as a “sweet boy” by our followers. It was a difficult time for me, and I lost several sponsorships and partnerships as a result.
“But why did you come on this trip?” Jackson asks, his blue eyes fixed on me.
“I needed to get away,” I reply. “I needed to clear my head and figure out what I wanted to do next. I want to rebuild my brand and my reputation, but I don’t know how to do it. So, when my father offered me a paid vacation in exotic places in exchange for intel, I had to jump at the opportunity.”
Jackson nods thoughtfully. “I think you’re doing the right thing,” he says. “Taking some time for yourself is important. And who knows, maybe this trip will inspire you and give you some new ideas.”
I smile gratefully at him. “Thanks, Jackson. I hope so, too.”
As we continue to talk, I can feel the sun warming my skin and the sand between my toes.
I tell him about some of the high-end brands I worked with, and he tells me about his favorite horse—Stormy—when he was growing up. Despite the difficult topic we’ve just discussed, I feel calm and content being here with Jackson, on this bright and sunny day, on this beautiful beach.
He shared a part of himself with me at that jacuzzi, and now I just did with him.
There is one more thing I want to know about him, but it feels personal. It is in regards to all the tattoos he has. They look gorgeous and I would love to understand the meaning and reasoning behind all of them. I choose not to pry, though, and decide to keep the questions to myself.
After what feels like two hours chilling in the same spot with nothing but small talk between us, we finally agree to get dressed and ride the horses back to the resort. The trot back is just as calm and charming as the ride up was.
I cannot wait to develop and edit all the material I got from today, especially the ones of Jackson.
I am developing them strictly for creative purposes, I lied to myself, stifling a smile.
Chapter 6
The Billionaire and the Influencer
Jackson
Ifyouwouldhavetold me a few days ago that I would empathize with an influencer whose entire career was taking pictures and videos, I would have scoffed at you. To be quite honest, I would have followed that up with laughter.
But that was all before Cancun, before Amber.
Thoughts of her ex have bile running up and down my gut.
