Owned by the lovely Stephanie Meyer.
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Chapter 1
EPOV
It's another day in paradise, so to speak. The joys of living in Florida: sunshine and warm weather. The negative aspect: people. They are always out to get something, weather it's a tan or money from the rich people on the islands. Lucky me I don't have to deal with the negative, being a caretaker for a private island only accessible for boat. No people whatsoever.
I was working on the dock, replacing some rotting wood, when I saw something floating about thirty feet out. It couldn't have been driftwood because it was the wrong color, to pale. It can't be what I think it is.
"Holy shit!" I jumped off the dock, not caring about anything, just to get to that person, unconscious and floating. I may hate people, but I would never wish them harm unless they did something to deserve it. And even then, it would depend on what that something was.
I grabbed the person and swam back to shore, thanking god that they at least manages to grab hold of the branches they were floating on. Lucky was all I was going to say. I laid the person on their back to make sure they were ok. They were breathing, so I didn't need to worry about that. Just unconscious. Needless to say, I was amazed at what I saw.
On the ground, lying before me naked was the most beautiful woman that I have ever seen. She had a heart shaped face, chestnut brown hair down to just under her shoulders, and a petite firm body, that people would die for. I just wanted to stare at her all day; there was just something about her.
"NO! Stop Edward. The last thing you need is another ex-wife." Of course that's saying that this beautiful creature would even have me. I myself have been married three times, the first two, Angela and Lauren, were both waitresses on the mainland. The third, Tanya, was a television producer from New York. None of the three lasted over two years. Apparently I'm too stubborn for any woman to get along with.
I picked up the woman; I could help but notice how perfectly she fit into my arms, and carried her toward my house. For once I was glad it was a swinging door, so I didn't have to put this angel down. I set her down on my bed, and went in search of something to dress her in. I don't know of a single woman that enjoys waking up naked, with a man they have never met before.
I dressed her in a t-shirt and a pair of basketball shorts. Damn! She looks sexy in my clothes. Cannot think about this. She'll probably be hungry when she wakes up, I should make her something before I try and wake her. Soup is good; she's probably dehydrated as hell. I made the soup and set it on the bedside table.
My god she is gorgeous, this classic beauty that you just can't duplicate. I wonder how she got to be floating in the ocean. It has to be an accident, who is their right mind would hurt this vision. I must have been staring at her for a good ten or fifteen minutes, when she started to wither and moan.
She groaned and I couldn't help but think that it sounded amazing. With a voice that sounded like bells I heard. "I'm going to kill that son of a bitch."
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