Chapter 1: Midnight Swim
The Hawaiian moon hung low, casting a silver sheen over the resort’s private pool. Isabella, her skin kissed by the tropical sun, sat on the edge, a half-empty bottle of wine dangling from her fingers. Her dark hair spilled over her shoulders, and her eyes, sharp as ever, glinted with a mix of exhaustion and defiance. She’d spent hours hunched over a damn document for SM Entertainment, her brain fried and her body aching for release. The vacation with EXO was supposed to be a break, not a battlefield—especially not with Chanyeol, the insufferable thorn in her side.
‘Screw him,’ she muttered to herself, taking a long swig of the wine. Her thoughts flickered to earlier that day, when she’d swallowed her pride and crept into his room for help. The bastard had been sprawled across the bed, all long limbs and tousled hair, looking like sin itself. She’d traced a finger along his arm, her voice low and teasing. ‘Yeol, get up, Chanyeol.’
He’d snapped awake, yanking his hand away as if her touch burned. ‘What do you want?’ he’d growled, his voice rough with sleep, sending an unwanted shiver down her spine.
‘Can you help me with something? You’ve been holed up in your room all day anyway,’ she’d shot back, keeping her tone cool despite the heat pooling in her core.
‘Write a document for you? Hell no,’ he’d barked, his dark eyes flashing with that infuriating mix of disdain and something else—something she refused to name.
She’d left his room with a scowl, her pride stinging more than she cared to admit. Now, hours later, the wine had dulled the edge of her frustration, replacing it with a reckless, buzzing need. The pool beckoned, its surface rippling like a lover’s caress. ‘Why the hell not?’ she smirked, standing to peel off her clothes. Her shirt hit the ground, followed by her shorts, until she stood bare under the moonlight, her skin prickling as the cool air teased her hardening nipples.
With a wicked grin, she dove in, the water enveloping her like silk. She swam with lazy strokes, her body humming with a dangerous kind of freedom. Unbeknownst to her, a pair of eyes watched from the shadows of the balcony above. Chanyeol, freshly awake and restless, had stepped out for air—only to freeze at the sight of her. His breath hitched as he saw her strip, every curve of her body illuminated by the pale light. Her ass, her thighs, the way she moved with such unapologetic confidence—it made his blood roar.
‘Damn it, Isabella,’ he hissed under his breath, his hands gripping the railing. He hated how she did this to him, how just the sight of her made him hard, his cock straining against his shorts. Two weeks in Hawaii had been torture—back in Seoul, he could sneak into her place under the cover of night, their hate-fueled trysts a dirty little secret. Here, with EXO breathing down their necks, he couldn’t even look at her without risking exposure.
But now, watching her glide through the water, her wet skin glistening, he felt the last of his restraint snap. He descended the stairs, his steps silent but purposeful, stopping at the pool’s edge. Isabella surfaced, wiping water from her eyes, and froze when she saw him. Her lips curled into a taunting smirk. ‘What, Park? Come to lecture me on pool etiquette?’
He crossed his arms, his jaw tight, but his eyes betrayed him, raking over her dripping form. ‘You’re a damn menace, you know that? Swimming naked where anyone could see.’
She laughed, sharp and biting, swimming closer to the edge. ‘Oh, please. Like you’re not enjoying the view. Don’t pretend you’re some saint, Chanyeol. I can see that bulge from here.’
His face darkened, but he didn’t deny it. ‘Keep running that mouth, Isabella. See where it gets you.’
‘Maybe I want to find out,’ she purred, her voice dripping with challenge as she hoisted herself up slightly, water cascading down her breasts. Her eyes locked with his, daring him to make a move. The air between them crackled, thick with unspoken lust and the ghosts of their past encounters—drunken nights in Seoul, tangled sheets, and the memory of her pussy clenching around him as they both came, sweating and panting.
Chanyeol’s resolve crumbled. He knelt by the pool, his voice low and dangerous. ‘Get out of the water. Now.’
Isabella’s smirk widened, but she didn’t budge, her body thrumming with anticipation. ‘Make me, Yeol.’
And with that, the game was on.
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