A/N: Happy Thursday Ladies! Hope everyone is doing okay and staying safe.

Please Be Advised. WARNING: This story has strong, bloody violence, strong language, contains material that some find disturbing, and contain scenes of sexual nature.

I do not have an editor so there are going to be blips and mistakes. Please be kind when reviewing. This is purely for entertainment and not real life.

As always all mistakes are mine. Enjoy!

CHAPTER SIX

ANASTASIA

Jill and I have been laying out by the pool most of the day sipping on fruity drinks. I had noticed an Adonis of a man across the pool with his laptop open typing away. Who works on vacation or out by a pool? I can't help but watch him throughout the afternoon. I have my nose in a book but try and discretely peek above it to watch him and his killer tattooed body laying out under an umbrella and work. I see several women approach him, but none stay too long.

Eventually, last night's events catch up to me along with the alcohol I've had already, and I feel my eyelids getting heavy. I'm not sure how long of a nap I take but when I wake, I am under an umbrella and safe from the sun. Jill is in the pool drinking and chatting with some other people our age who are staying here. She makes friends easily, where I seem to repel people.

I make quick work to find the handsome man across the pool hoping he hasn't left yet and find him right where I left him. He still has his computer open, but I notice that he is staring over this way. Our eyes meet for a brief second and then he turns back to his typing. Bummer.

Jill must notice that I'm awake and gets out of the pool suggesting we head back to the room. I gather all my belongings and walk back into the resort towards the elevators.

The elevator is jammed packed with guests of the hotel. There is also this undercurrent inside the elevator. Electric almost. It almost feels like that night at one of our football games where I met the most incredible man. I felt so drawn to him for some reason. Jill interrupts my thoughts and tells me about our dinner reservations at seven and then the bonfire afterwards as we get ready to exit on our floor.

Dinner was boring as Jill droned on and on about the guys at the pool earlier. I like Jill don't get me wrong, but she is what Sister Mary would call self-absorbed and only looks out for what she can get from people. We haven't known each other long since my original roommate had to leave before Christmas break because of a family emergency. Somehow Jill was there the first day of my last semester all moved in by the time I had returned from visiting the San Diego Zoo after hearing that several babies had been born.

Since family isn't something I've had in almost a decade I tend to skip over holidays and binge watch tv shows or go and visit places around the city. The Sisters from my high school have always made it clear that I could come back for a visit any time, but I find myself keeping my distance after what had happened. A clean slate is what I promised myself college would be, but I've always found it hard to make long lasting friends or connections with others. All my life the people I hold close to my heart seem to leave me. Sister Bethany made sure to have me see a counselor when she became my guardian and even set me up with one down here when I left for college. Dr. Collins Duncan has been the constant since moving here and she's always trying to get me to interact more and put myself out there. That's why she told me to jump on this opportunity when Jill invited me to come here on Spring Break. She even told me that my homework for this week was to be reckless and let my hair down. I was to make a new friend on this trip, doctor's orders. This is our second night here and Jill has been her normal social butterfly self and I've yet to make that friend.

The waitress finally comes over with the bill but says that it was already taken care of by the man over in the bar. I turn to look and see the man from across the pool. Wow, he looks good in black pants and a blue button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up. It seems that there's a hint of a tattoo peeking out from under the shirt. He tips his tumbler to us and then turns back to the bar for a refill. I recognize it's the same stud from the pool.

"Well here is your shot to make that one new friend." Jill speaks up after finishing the last of her wine and gathering her purse.

I pause because her comment throws me.

"What did you say?"

"Oh don't be all prissy, you left your journal out and it fell on the floor. Being the good roommate that I am, I simply picked it up and happened to see a page or two out of it." She shrugs like it's a totally normal explanation, but I know differently. I make sure to hide my notebook that I take with me to Dr. Collins and never leave it out for her to get a hold of. Which means she was snooping for it.

"Jill…" I start to argue but she cuts me off.

"All I'm saying is that you need to get laid. Here is your opportunity. Take it. He seems a little old for us and probably has three kids from a previous marriage or two, but hey who cares. It's not like you're going to marry this guy, right? Just bite the bullet and get it done and maybe he won't care that you trip over air."

Jill walks in the other direction saying that she just saw the guys from earlier and for the first time I'm glad she left before I had a total meltdown. Why can't I find a real friend? Or at least someone who actually cares.

I should at least thank the guy before exploring the rest of the resort by myself because there is no way I can be around Jill right now. It is the polite thing to do since it wasn't a cheap meal.

So I straighten my dress and make my way to the bar to thank my Adonis for the meal. Of course, on my way over I bump into something or should I say someone and cause a scene. Good lord, can't I go one day without having an incident?

We start to strike up a conversation, but Jill comes over with two guys from the pool she met. Thankfully, Christian saves the day and me from having to leave with her and them. I was planning on saying thank you then leaving but something about him and the way he was, made it hard not to stay there with him. Christian and I have some fun at the bar drinking and exchanging stories. I've never been a flirt or even know how to, but Christian made our time so easy and we just connected it seemed. Even if it this never amounts to anything more than this, Dr. Collins I think would be proud at the step I made at putting myself out here like this.

Maybe I should bite the bullet, like Jill said, and get to that next level?

The night progresses wonderfully, and we decide to meet up the next day. We exchange numbers after I fudge up royally by touching his massive package grabbing for his phone, but the kiss he gives me tells me that he was more than fine with it. I can't believe that a guy like him would give someone like me the time of day. I'm cute but he seems like the type to have a sexy, confident playboy on his arm.

I hear a knock on our hotel door and glance over at the clock on the bedside table. Jill is passed out and I don't think a tornado could wake her at this point. The clock read ten in the morning and I groan because after leaving Christian last night I had a hard time falling asleep. My mind kept replaying over and over again the earth-shattering kiss he left me with. Another knock raps at our door bring me out of my daydream. I hope I remembered placing our 'no housekeeping' sign on the handle of our door. Scrambling out of bed before they wake the morning monster Jill, I open the door only to come face to face with Christian. I smell him before my eyes focus in on him. He smells manly with a hint of aftershave. He is wearing board shorts and a white tee shirt that fits him in all the right places. How is it possible for someone to look so devastatingly gorgeous? Most men have a couple of traits, but none have the whole package. Christian stands there with the perfect hair, eyes, smile, teeth, height, muscles, and tan. I bet his feet are perfect too. My eyes immediately scope down to his flip flops and, yep his feet are perfect.

"See something you like?" He smirks at me.

I nod unable to speak a word. Smooth Anastasia, way to get caught ogling the man.

"I tried calling but you didn't answer any of my calls." Christian says with concern. He holds up his phone and gives it a slight wave.

"Oh. I must've let the battery die. Hold on."

Just my luck, I walk quietly back over to my bed to retrieve my lifeless phone but trip over one of Jill's hooker heels and land on my ass. Ugh, that's going to leave another bruise. I wish gravity and I got along better. Why can't she pick her stuff up instead of having every article thrown across the room?

Christian is still in the doorway holding it open. I can see his eyes dance with mirth at my clumsy self and have to bite back my own laughter as to not wake Jill.

"Sorry. I am always forgetting to charge this thing. The Sister's at my old private school and Dr. Collins are always getting on to me about that." I shrug as I explain more than I intended to.

"That can be dangerous Anastasia. What if something important happened to you and they needed to track you down?" He lectures me. His eye bore into me and I feel like I'm being reprimanding like a child.

"I know, I know. What are you doing here?" I try and change the subject. Did I give him my room number last night?

"I wanted to take you out on a boat and then out to lunch and dinner if you're available."

"Oh. That sounds like fun." I happen to see my reflection in the mirror and gasp. Did I happen to push a finger in a light socket or fight a raccoon last night while sleeping and didn't realize it? "Ugh, could you give me around thirty minutes, and I'll meet you down in the lobby?"

"Sure."

Christian leaves as I hop in the shower right after I plug in my phone.

Forty minutes later, I'm dressed in my little blue bikini with short board shorts and a white tank top. I have my hair in a French braid that hangs down my shoulder but is covered up with my fedora hat and a pair of sunglasses. My phone is only charged halfway, but I left Jill a note telling her where I was going. After the conversation with Christian last night at bar I see his point about Jill leaving me alone for someone I just met. Even though I'm pretty sure Christian is safe I still need to be more aware of others and not put myself in a dangerous position.

Walking into the lobby from the elevator, I see him seated by other guests who are checking in. He is reading the newspaper and doesn't notice me until I'm about to reach out and touch his arm. I feel that electric pull like I did when I was in the elevator yesterday.

"Hey baby, you look beautiful." Christian greets me with a kiss on my cheek. Why does that sound so sexy on his lips. I'm starting to love his endearment for me.

"Thank you." I blush.

"Shall we?" He gestures towards the exit.

We walk down the beach to a dock, and they set us up with our boat and crew and life vest. Christian swiftly takes mine from one of the crew members and secures me in.

"I could have done that." I say.

"I know but I would much rather strap you in. Plus, this way I'll know you won't drown due to a mishap of not securing the straps incorrectly."

He must've picked up on my constant clumsiness. I've always hated that I was a walking accident but over the years I'd like to think I'm getting better, at least Sister Margret thought so. Especially after I accidently started a fire in the parish when it was my turn to light the candles around for a midnight mass one time during my junior year.

"Oh. Well, if you are lucky, I just might let you strap me in again later." I tease and he lifts his shades up as something flashes across his eyes. There's almost a twinkle to them.

"Baby, you have no idea the things I could strap you to." He throws at me along with a wink.

I clench my thighs together at his words. Good thing we are about to get into the water because I'm already wet.

This man is making me do and say things I've only read about in books. Jill has been pushing me to open up more and explore the male species but I've always clamed up until now. This man seems to do things to put me at ease and talk and open up. It feels simple in a way.

The rest of the afternoon was a blast. We played out in the water for hours. The only close to death experience was when I got a cramp in one of my legs while we snorkeled off the catamaran Christian rented for the day. While we snacked on the boat he made sure to massage my leg, never letting me out of his sight. I'd felt better after resting so we stayed out longer on the water.

We had lunch on the beach after hitting up a food truck. We stayed on safe topics of conversation, and it was the best day ever. I feel a close connection with him even only knowing him for a day. There just seems to be something more with the two of us. Like we've known each other longer than a day. We decide to meet up for dinner and I can't wait. His room is on the top floor and we planned to have room service and watch a movie. Hopefully, there will be a make out session or two involved. The way his body looked in those swim trunks should be illegal, not to mention when he moves how his muscle flex. I'm not even sure how I'm able to breath without my inhaler when he's near. He truly takes my breath away. Sister Margret would be scolding me right this minute if she knew all the dirty thoughts that were running through my mind. There aren't enough Hail Mary's to make up for all the sins I've replayed in my head and its only been a few hours with this Adonis.

Jill has decided to stay in the room for the rest of the night to recuperate after she has been hitting the nightlife scene pretty hard the last two nights in a row. I don't know why she is pushing herself so hard to have a good time and find random hookups. She just started dating a guy back home before we left. I don't remember his name, but he looks much better than any of the guys she has tried to hook up with here. He has blonde curly hair with big blue eyes. He is the total surfer package. Yes, he is older than she is by few years, but I thought they were good together.

I finish up my second shower of the day and dress in white short shorts and a thin pink tee shirt with matching flip flops. Christian said to come comfortable since we are lounging on the sofa. I slide my flip flops on and make my way to the elevator.

I give a timid knock on the door and Christian answers the door in only a towel around his waist. Good lord he looks even better than he did earlier. The sun definitely agreed with him today. He must have just come out of the shower because water droplets are still all over his tone body. His tattoos are on full display and I can't help but wonder what they all mean. His chest is covered along with both arms that reach past his elbows. Though when he wears a dress shirt you'd never know he had any ink on him.

I lick my lips wondering how long it would take for my tongue to dry him off.

"Sorry, I got caught on a business call and had to deal with it." He opens the door a little wider to lets me pass. "Let me throw on some clothes and then we can order up some room service."

He starts to make his way to the bedroom.

Or you could stay just like that all night. I joke in my head watching as he walks away. I bet you could bounce a quarter off those cheeks.

I watch him stop mid stride and turn back to me. Shit, did I say that out loud? From the smirk that is playing on his perfect face, I did.

Oh. My. God.

"If you wanted to have a 'clothing optional' sleepover, then you should have said it sooner." He says then drops his towel to the floor. "I was just trying to be a gentleman."

Sweet Jesus! How does his package fit into a pair of boxers? I try to divert my eyes to anything else in the room but find it difficult. Besides, who would want to willingly look away from his gorgeous body anyway.

My knees practically give out, but he makes his way over to me in three long steps, catching me mid fall. How did he do that so gracefully? Our bodies are locked together and only the thin material of my shorts and panties separate us for being skin on skin.

"It's only fair if you drop your clothes too." Christian says and lifts the hem of my shirt over my head before I can register what his words and hands are doing.

I stand there in a daze watching him undress me. When my senses finally resurface, I am standing there in only my bra and lacy panties. Our heavy breathing is the only noise in his suite.

Did someone turn the heat on or open a window to let the humidity in?

His eyes rake over my practically naked body. When his gaze meets a bruise there's a slight grind on his jaw, but he says nothing, only lightly caressing over the purple spot then continues on. I've learned to live with the marks my entire life because I seem to bump into things all day long.

"Baby, if you want me to stop, tell me now. I won't be able to once I wrap you around me." He says giving me a chance to back out. "We can order up food and watch a movie if you still want to." His voice is strained as if it pains him to say those words.

"No." I say firmly because why would any living female turn down the most handsome man on this planet.

What is wrong with my brain? I don't hook up with guys. Ever! I'm a virgin for goodness sake! This man weaves some sort of pull over me and I become putty in his hands. He could tell me to jump out the window right now and I think my brain would be okay with it. I'm pretty sure this is not what Dr. Collins had in mind when she said to make a new friend this trip, but God help me if I'm going to back out now.

He takes a step closer to me.

"Wait!" I say before his arms wrap around my waist, halting him in place. "I've never done this before." I rush to say. Warning him is only fair, right?

"Baby, it's okay. I'm not some random hook up. I've been waiting for this for what seems like an eternity."

He's about to realize that makes two of us.

"No, I mean, I have never done this before." There's a moment when the words finally settle into his brain and he realizes what I mean. His face is priceless and has the cutest confused expression on his face. "Like sex." I elaborate just in case I've stunned him too much.

His eyes have widen and they he has a slight disbelief look.

"You're a virgin?"

"True story."

"But how?" He sounds even more confused at my confession.

I shrug. How do I explain to him that it's hard to let people in? That he's the first one I've even slightly let myself open up to.

"But you've done other things? I mean college is the breeding ground for exploring and experimenting. What about sophomore year when…?" He stops himself before finishing the question and I'm not sure what he's talking about. There were no guys my sophomore year unless he means Travis. He was a study partner for a class who tried to include me with his friends. He also wasn't batting for my team. Travis transferred after that year and moved to UCLA to finish is degree. But how would Christian know about him? I don't think I've even thought about him in over a year. Christian must be in shock because I have absolutely no experience. This is probably a major turnoff to most men, and he might be trying to find a way to get out of this situation.

I shake my head. It's not like I haven't had offers, but I've never felt comfortable enough to try it with anyone. Being shy and not trusting people tends to put a damper on quickies at frat parties. Besides, shouldn't you want to lose it to someone special or at least makes you feel special. Having sex in a bathroom at a frat house doesn't give me all the feels. Maybe all those romance books have ruined me for men. Travis always thought I was too picky and should sow as many seeds as I can before we hit the real world.

"God help me." He says under his breath, but I hear him. "You were made for me." He seems to mull over something in his head, but I can't decipher what he's thinking. "Are you on birth control?"

I nod. "Sister Margret insisted when I was graduating high school. She thought I'd be the one percent and strongly advises not to have sex until marriage because I'd be knocked up the first time though." All the Sisters were in agreement that sex was for marriage, but Sister Margret knew most all the girls were already a little loose by the time we graduated. She had told me that things happen and that we should be prepared for them just in case. I was to never speak of it to anyone when we left a doctor's office and headed back to the school because she would lose her job if anyone found out.

His smile lights up the room and I know he's fighting back a laugh but in reality it's probably true. If it's going to happen to someone I'm the most likely candidate.

"I'm clean, I just have a physical done last week, and haven't been with anyone for almost a year." He has this gleam in his eyes that almost look lovingly. "Do you want this Anastasia? Truth be told I want this and much more. I just knew you were meant to be mine in every way."

He sounds so final in the way he speaks to me and I know it should scare me but for once I think I've finally found someone who could actually be mine. It's as if he's been waiting for me or known me for a long time.

"Yes. I want you Christian."

A/N: Thank you for reading and I hope you like my story! This was just a little insight to Anastasia but we will find out more about her after the incident at her house and what followed in later chapters. Anastasia is very naïve and has been sheltered by the Sisters growing up. She's mature in some ways because she's had to be on her own from an early age, but not so much in other situations. Back to Christian's POV. See you ladies next Thursday! Stay Safe.

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