Chapter 8

Stefano: She Needs Me

I was lying in bed naked. I don’t sleep in clothes. I get hot easily. I left my bed, the sun had not even risen but that was how my day started on the island, in darkness. It started with me waking up before everyone, enjoying a nice jog around the island, then a shower, and later heading to the main house to cook breakfast.

I walked into the bathroom to drain my pipe. As I stood there giving it a shake, I couldn’t help but remember the sounds of someone fucking last night. I knew Naomi had gone over to Andre’s bungalow but this woman didn’t sound like Naomi. I had fucked her enough times to know what she sounded like during sex.

There was another woman on the island. This piqued my interest. I wanted to know who got to her before me and what did she look like? Was she as hot as Naomi, was she as sexy, and did she love to fuck like Naomi? Not many women could keep up with the sexual demands of six men but Naomi was a pro at it.

I knew this was the off time of year on the island. So, this woman had to be someone Ms. Nina knew. And if Ms. Nina sent her, she needed Stefano’s attention. I smiled as I looked at my handsome face in the mirror. I got dressed in my running gear and headed out.

As I stepped outside of my bungalow, I saw her standing outside wearing those short workout pants with the line that goes in the ass crack which makes a woman’s ass look bigger, and trust me, she didn’t need those shorts, I could tell from the roundness of her bottom that this woman was fine as fuck.

She stared out into the darkness that was slowly converting to daylight as if she was deep in thought. I spoke, “hello there.”

She turned and smiled, “Oh hi, good morning. I hope I didn’t wake you.”

I shook my head, “I usually get up at this time. I’m Stefano Moretti, and you must be a friend of Aunt Nina’s.”

“Yes. I love her.”

I walked over and gave her my hand, “And what shall I call such a beautiful woman?”

When she smiled her dimples sank into her velvety smooth cheeks, “I’m Chelsea Miller.”

“How long are you visiting?”

She sighed, “I don’t know. I’m hoping for a couple of weeks. Just trying to see if someone will notice me not being there.”

I smirked. It sounded like idiot boyfriend problems. I knew because I had been an idiot boyfriend. Now I was single. I missed out on a great woman. She married someone else and there I was on an island with my friends. Life was good but I often wondered what could have been with Samantha if I had just seen her.

And yes, I’m a good-looking guy that usually doesn’t have problems finding women but I prefer to be on this island at the moment fucking the one woman I know. Believe me, the peace and tranquility of it are worth sharing with the other guys. “I’m going for a run you wanna join me since you’re already dressed?”

“Oh chile, I haven’t run since high school, I might pass out.”

“Don’t worry, if you pass out, I can carry you back.”

“Okay, let me get my sneakers,” she said before heading inside. She returned and we headed out to the shore for a nice beach run.