Living life too the fullness

I waking up to the blissful sight of... no one? NO ONE WAS LAYING BESIDE ME IN BED, NO ONE!! How come they say they LOVE me!? But NO ONE is with me when I wake up!? The least they could do is leave a little NOTE!? And what's this coldness on my body!? What the fuck-

The angry rant I was having stopped when I felt someone's cold hand rub on my chest. Their hand was REALLY cold, ice cold, almost like they were dead for hours, or like they were soaked in ice for the whole day. Either way it was weirdly calming, sweet, and caring. It was really calm to have them on my body. Hugging my whole body, legs and arms around me. The only thing I didn't like was that there were about three blankets on top on me, but other then that everything else was fine. This moment I wouldn't mind living forever, but reality had other plans.

Because the boy got up, laying even more of his body on my body. Then I realized that he was the boy from the photo, (in the magazine) the boy named Paradise Island. The one they were calling the "great animal tamer" and "most fearless person alive" and stuff like that. More over he was also known as "king of ice" or "elsa's male renincarn" and "the world's coldest person" and others that just don't seem like the right tittle for him. But above all there was something I was curious about, why he was here and not in Paris like he said he would? Most crazy was how he was hugging me right now, when he acted like I didn't exist at the meet and greet I went to last year. When he was with that smaller dancing group. I asked to take a selfie together once we did, he ignored me for the rest of the event, strange how he's hugging me in my sleep now.

My train of thought was derailed- no totally boomed destroyed, when Paradise opened his eyes. Those crisp vibrant cyan eyes, caught me off guard and i was actually speeckless. No words could describe the site in front of me. Those cyan eyes looked like a bunch of cyan and blue crystals pilled up in a weird way of organization that I could never understand. Paradise was just staring at me for about five seconds before closing my eyes with his fingers. and resmusing our cuddling session the way he was hugging me in more of a "stay in bed" then a "please don't go" way. He was hugging me like a sassy little sister.

I wasn't about to break this hug, so I just simplely pushed the blanket off and regretted it right after. His bed room was ice cold. It was so cold that the fish tank looked as if it would freeze, maybe a few decrees from the freezing point. But more questionable besides the coldness, everything was normal. But more notable, Paradise had very pale almost paper white skin. A BIG contrast to his cyan eyes. A weird difference but who cares when it's Paradise Island we're talking about.

A Sexy (in a female way) body, and an eye catching face. A JUICY, PLUM, and ROUND ass. Cute light pink nippes, Slim waist and slight curves. A kind, cute baby face, naturally light peach pink lips. A tall figure, thick in all the right places. Curly sandy blonde hair, down to his collarbone. Piercings, plus tattoos on his body. Puffy, plum, almost looks swollen lips paired with crisp Cyan eyes and a additive body. The type you'd killed to have and get, the type that no one can ever get in a lifetime, no matter how much money, time, or energy you put in.

The type that Otis is more then willing to kill for. With a record of four wives, and ONE kid. Riches beyond your wildest dreams, and looks that could kill. Running a possibly self made family business, (but hey, who keeps track of that?) the heir to a family business worth more then ten digits and no one who can get in the way of that. It's no wonder he has such an reputation, and success in his life. like the success you'd only hear about in a fantasy, or in a romance novel (I guess that's still fantasy) well whatever you might hear that stuff from, very few can hope to get to his level. The amount of disrespect that someone (who married into the gold family, not from a arranged marriage) would put on the gold family name by no being able to at least have a chance of getting to their level in riches and success even in the far far future is so great that you wouldn't be allow to live afterward.

A life of wealth and fame, who could blame someone for wanting it? But the real question is would you blame someone for not wanting it? If you knew what you have to do to have it? If you knew you have to spread your legs at a minimum of nine times a mouth to have all this? For the sack of money? Is it really worth it? My thoughts were going wild while he was explaining all this stuff to me like it's normal- common since.

"do you get it now?" Otis said, wrapping his arms around my waist. Letting his hand rest too close to my ass- just below my ass. But still way too close for comfort.

"I still don't get it" I responded rolling more on my stomach then my back. Laying my head on his lap, and rubbing it there for a little.

"Why don't you ever listen?" He said while sounding a little bit of annoyed. "Some long years ago, our family was messing with the wrong kind of people. A random family or person, passed on a gene that can make the family or person successful. But you need to have sex, as there's a special hormone that's releases when you have sex and that's what make the gene active." He said, stoking my hair with his hand. "so that's why sex is a needed act in our life and family. If you want a nice life like this then you have too offer up something else" he told me, kissing me on my hands as he filed down my nails.

"That is the dumbest reason for sex I have ever heard," I shot back as he was picking an outfit for me. While I was bathing in a king sized circle shaped bathtub.

"there is no way that's true." Paradise added on helping me get dressed, while I tried to tie the worlds most fancy ponytail ever done. "But I am kinda starting to believe it. You know since we've been together for about five or so years." He informed me while effortlessly doing the ponytail. "Trust me he might be rude at some point in time. But he is honest and that's why I believe what he said." he told while teaching me a few new things about makeup without needing to say anything.

"this is a really strange wedding outfit, like a wedding outfit for a beach, celebrity, or model wedding." I said turning around in circles to get a better look at this outfit. "Does he think I have no shame or sense of self? What the hell does he think of me? I'm not wearing this!?" I said the more I saw how much skin was showing, this was worst then the outfit I wore to the mall. (leaving you speechless, paragraph six)

"hey did you get your memory back? Or at least remember a little bit of stuff other then our names?" Otis asked as he was getting ready to leave.

"no" I said closing the door on him.

The whole damn outfit was skin tight, especially the pants. A Silk like fabric, (I could tell it wasn't silk because it was way to stretchy to be silk) made up the whole outfit. It was all around, from top to bottom, skin tight and almost transparent. A creamy tanish white, with holes surrounded by gems. Strings laid in a pattern covered my ass that might as well have never been even thought of when making the pants. My whole ass was covered by the strings, that pattern was leading down both legs before stopping at the knee. Just like the pants I wore to the mall the same thing was on them too. A fluffy like fabric going down from the knee, and stopping somewhere at the ankle. The shirt was not really better at all, with a extremely jaw dropping look to it. First, the shirt had a huge V neck slit on it. It was noticeably cropped and high up my waist, kinda like a tank top in a way, just lower. And it had a three button band (that was very much hidden) keeping it from sagging of my waist. The sleeveless but shining when it caught the light at the perfect spot. I couldn't help but admire the outfit. It truly was beautiful, until you see the whole thing. (People who didn't like to show off there whole body, would look at me like I was committing the biggest crime in the whole wide world)

But putting the beauty of this outfit aside, I was still pissed. So after about a few minutes of ranting to paradise, I was like a new person. Calmer and more relaxed, not ready to kill anyone who pissed me off. But very much ready to Seducing a workaholic for a little bit of information on a very cunning person.

Now to remember the great words from my great teacher: paradise and this pillar of knowledge said "the key is confidence, that's something he loves. And if you don't have that or show a tat bit of fear in anyway, you will be overtaken. Trust me he is a beast, and you have one chance to take the lead in sex. It's less painful -lasts longer though- but hey you can't have both. No but seriously be confident, and if you can't get rid of all your fear then just bary in deep inside yourself. Too deep to see through the eyes, he'll be searching those mismatch eyes of your for any fear. So hide it well and don't aggregate him, ok? So now that you know what to do, the rest of this is up to you, ok?"

Those were the last words he said before leaving me to the wolfs. The wolfs being Otis and his eyes, he is rumored to be a spirit, seeing all and hearing all. His house is not safe when it comes to hiding a secret, like ever! You went out to a party and overslept but still made it to work, He would know. That's why it is so important that I get that information from him. But how the hell am I going to do that!?

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