Chapter 86 - Mermaid

The woman lolling in the water next to Alexandre floating island pulled up her top. Two white breasts, round and fake, bounced in front of him. He laughed and raised a glass to her. The sticky alcohol spilled over and ran down his hand. He gulped down the rest of the liquid with one gulp and indicated to Blondie to get some more by promising to take her to his suite later. Her eyes glowed hungrily. In her mind she was already close to the duchess title. His mother would kill him if he married one of those American girls. But he liked their way of life. That sense of freedom and ease. He especially liked the American showgirls. Cheeky and nonchalant, not as stiff as the European girls.

He was a few meters away from the beach. The sun was hitting his body while loud music echoed from the beach. An American friend, Ethan Hutton, had invited them on a little vacation in the Caribbean. It had rather developed into an orgy. Alexandre laid his head back. The sun was bouncing off the dark lenses of his sunglasses. He had lost track. How many days has he been here? When was the last time he was sober? He didn't mean to feel bad about it. He'd long lost his faith in humanity. Every woman who was half interested in him wanted either his money or a title.

Alec accepted the drink that a dark-haired beauty handed him. "Thank you, sweetheart." How many glasses had he had, anyway? He poured the cocktail down. It was strong, burned down his throat. He wanted to get really drunk and have some fun. By the time he got back to Europe, a dull life would be awaiting him there. All planned, customized! Like all the generations before him. In order for his father to hand down his titles to him, he had to get married. A girl from a good family. Docile, obedient, boring. He took the Caribbean beauty in his lap, brushed her black hair behind one ear. She giggled. Her full lips curled up into a sexy smile. Her eyes glistening like obsidian under the blazing sunlight. If he married her, his mother would faint and his father would go on a rampage. His relatives would scream with indignation. Just to see their reactions would be worth marrying someone who did not fit into their world view.

"So...?" She leaned closer, pressing her full breasts against his chest. Those were definitely real breasts. She caressed his lips tenderly with her caramel-coloured finger.

"Do you think I have what it takes to be your duchess?" She was purring with a Spanish accent.

"I guess so. But it's gonna take some convincing."

Blondie swam up to them with a cocktail in her hand. Her face was twisted into a poisonous grimace for a moment when she saw someone else tampering with her prey in her absence. But in the next moment she was showing a sweet smile. Alexandre suppressed his smile. He accepted the drink and pulled Blondie onto his island of plastic.

"So you both want to be duchess?" Again he gulped down the drink in one gulp. The alcohol slowly became noticeable.

Blondie was laughing. It sounded shrill in his ears. "I was thinking of having a little fun. But if you're looking for a duchess, I'm at your service."

The Caribbean beauty sulked at these words. Alexandre leaned over, hungrily pressing his lips onto hers. Her lips were soft and tender. She moaned, immediately allowing his tongue to enter her mouth. It tasted like a sweet guava.

The showgirl trembled slightly under his hand. He liked angry sex, then he let go of the dark-haired girl, lifted the chin of the American and then kissed her without restraint. Suddenly the exotic girl slipped from his lap. He heard the water splashing and she swam away. With dark eyes he looked at her back. "Don't you want to have an adventure with the three of you? I was going to make the two of you my duchesses tonight." He purred. "How about an adventure on the high seas?" With one hand he removed the cloth from Blondie's chest. His eyes were dark as he looked at her white hills. But when he looked up again... There was a silent rage in her eyes. He raised his eyebrows in wonder. Suddenly a slap.

"An adventure alone is more likely!" His cheek burned as he put his hand on it. He was confused. "Bastards like you think they could do anything!" She snorted loudly, jumped into the water, and finally gave his island a violent push.

Alec fell down and fell into the water. Everything was spinning around him. He didn't know which end was up. The alcohol shot up in his head. His body was paralyzed. Water burned his lungs as he tried to catch his breath. Confusing him even more. His muscles contracted painfully. He flailed around wildly, but his muscles tightened even more. As he sank like a stone and the current pulled at him. Pulled him into the sea. Bright sunbeams burst through the dark surface of the sea.

But suddenly a woman's face appeared in front of him. A mermaid. Eyes as clear as turquoise seas. Her hair fluttering around him like rays of sunlight. She reached under his arms and pulled him to the surface. Pressing him against her soft breasts. "Breathe." Roared her voice at him. He barely had time to process her words as darkness fell around him.

"Breathe." He heard in the distance. Then he felt velvety-soft lips on his. Air was pressed into his lungs. It hurt like hell. A stream of water came out of his mouth and nose. He turned his head to the side and spat it out. Dark spots danced in front of his eyes. As he recognized the shining face of his mermaid. She had saved him. Her look was worried, but at the same time so proud.

Alec felt butterflies fluttering in his belly.

He had fallen in love.