Billionaires Paradise

EVALINE

“I can’t believe you guys are here,” my sister, Agape, squeals as she wraps her arms around Lavender and me as we step off the luxury boat that brought us over to the island. I stare in awe at the island Eden spread out before me. Palm trees sway in the tropical breeze, where a turquoise sea merges with the blue of the horizon. Pure white sandy beaches stretch out for miles.

I’ve had my reservations about going to a ‘sex resort’ not because I’m against it; if they are two consenting adults, more power to them. But because I’m a natural introvert and coming to a place like this, which is made for sexual extroverts, it’s a little overwhelming. I’m waiting for naked people to jump out of the bushes and scare me or something.

Gosh, I’m such a prude.

I don’t want to be a prude.

I want to be as sexually liberated as my sister. Even Lavender, my best friend, has had some fun at the Monaco location of The Eden Club with rock star, Sylvia , from Dirty Texas doing all kinds of crazy things that were expanding her sexual horizons. I feel left behind while everyone else is breaking out of their shells, and I’m still stuck in the one I’ve cocooned myself in, making it virtually impossible to break out of. But you know why, EVALINE. I shake those old thoughts from my mind.

I only have myself to blame, spending every waking moment building my interior design business into the empire that it’s become. Maybe now that I’ve ‘made it’ as such, I should get back out there into the world of the living and experience everything life has to offer outside of my glass office.

“This place truly looks like Eden to me,” I tell my sister.

“Wait till you get further in ... it’s a dirty Eden.” Agape grins.

“Thanks, River.” My sister gives the handsome concierge a salute as he places our luggage in the golf buggy.

Is everyone on this island a supermodel? I suppose they must be. This is an adult’s fantasy playground, and no one wants mediocrity, I guess.

“He’s cute,” I say to my sister.

“He’s available to play.” Agape gives me a knowing smirk as she wiggles her eyebrows at me.

“Really?” I turn to get a second look at him, wondering if I could sleep with a perfect stranger. Stop with the hang-ups, EVALINE, I internally curse myself. You promised yourself that you would explore everything The Eden Club has to offer. No judgment. Just fun. Relaxing and … hot sex? I can’t even remember the last time I had an orgasm. It’s been two years since I’ve seen any action, and the last time wasn’t even good. That’s sad. No wonder I’m wound up tight like a spring. Maybe that’s all it is? I need an orgasm, a mind-blowing orgasm, one that will relieve all the tension I’m holding, and then I can go back to the fun-loving EVALINE I was all those years ago and start enjoying life again.

“You can tell by the colored bracelets they wear. Yours are waiting at your bungalow for you,” Agape points out.

I remember Lavender explaining how the bracelets work. They let people know what you’re into before approaching you. Things like if you are seeking a guy or a girl or a couple, public or private playtime, etc. Now looking at them in real life, it’s a little confronting seeing someone’s sexual preferences clearly on display.

Stop being judgy, EVALINE.

It’s good, though, that no one can misconstrue anything because everyone is aware of what the other person’s needs are.

“Thanks for inviting us. As much as I love my parents, being stuck on an island with them for too much longer would have had me jumping ship,” Lavender groans.

“Thanks for coming. I know things are tough for you at the moment,” my sister states.

That’s the understatement of the year. My best friend, Lady Lavender Pearce, oversees all her family’s aristocratic estates. They own castles and lots of them.

Her family is demanding that she marries her father’s best friend’s son to secure her family’s future. I think she’s stupid for wanting to go ahead with this crazy idea, but Lavender has such deep loyalty to her horrible family that she thinks it’s the only way to save her family’s legacy by marrying Eddie, who is a complete and utter idiot, as well as a well-known womanizer. She is prepared to tie herself to this buffoon for the rest of her life, to live unhappily with a man who sleeps with every available woman in London and who is never going to love or treat her right, and all for the sake of duty.

Lavender deserves love, she deserves happiness, and the only time I saw her truly happy with anyone was with Sylvia , the lead singer of Dirty Texas. A rock star and a Lady wouldn’t normally be a perfect match, but for some reason, they worked. I watched them fall for each other while at his twin brother’s wedding during Christmas, which was held at her family’s estate. Lavender helped organize it with my sister, who is a friend of the bride.

She met Andrei at Natalia’s—the bride—bachelorette party in Monaco, where she decided to let loose after becoming engaged to Eddie. It’s not like Eddie’s remained faithful to her through their engagement either. She wanted one weekend of freedom with no questions asked fun, and boy did she do just that. She experienced everything The Eden Club had to offer with Andrei.

When Lavender discussed the details of the weekend, I had to fan myself they were so hot. She thought it was simply one weekend, and she forgot that he’s the brother of the groom until he turned up at her estate.

Look, my girl tried to be strong but have you seen Sylvia ? I’m surprised she held out for as long as she did, but eventually, she decided to give in, and she had round two of fun with the rock star, that was until her bitch of a sister, Penelope, and Eddie turned up and ruined it all.

Penelope took delight in dropping the bombshell to Andrei that Lavender is engaged to Eddie. Yeah, that bit of information went down like a lead balloon, and as you can imagine, Andrei was not happy. So much so that he ended up in bed with Penelope. Yeah, what a dick.

Being the best friend I am, I hightailed Lavender out of there, and we headed to her family’s villa in Mustique. That was until my sister called and asked us to come and check out her client’s sex resort.

And here we are.

“I never want to hear the name Sylvia or listen to another Dirty Texas song for as long as I live,” Lavender huffs out.

Agape raises her brows at me behind Lavender’s back while I give her a discrete shake of the head to ask her to leave it alone, to which she nods in agreement. Agape takes us on a golf cart ride through the rainforest and tells us all about the resort. To say my eyes are wide open with surprise is an understatement. I had no idea there were so many different options when it came to sex. And if I’m being honest, deep down inside, I wouldn’t mind trying some.

“Oh my god, that man is naked.” I gasp as we pass the beach area, where a tall, dark, and extremely well-endowed man is walking out of the ocean along the beach to his towel.

“Get a good look, did ya, sis?” my sister asks as she laughs at my shocked expression.

“Sure did. You can’t miss that thing hanging between his legs.” I turn to tell her, and we all burst out laughing. I may have given him a second glance just to be sure it wasn’t an optical illusion. Definitely wasn’t.

“It was impressive,” Lavender adds, backing me up.

“Wouldn’t mind giving it a bit of a test drive?” Agape teases me.

She’s taking great delight in my uneasiness. Maybe I should put her on the spot then see how uneasy she is when the spotlight is on her. “So, nothing’s been happening with Matteo, then?” I ask.

“Of course not ... I’ve been utterly professional,” my sister answers back quickly.

“Bullshit!” Lavender calls from behind.

“I call bullshit, too,” I add with a smirk.

“Come on, guys, I’m a consummate professional,” my sister moans out the words to us both.

“Professional at riding dick,” I tease.

“Hey!” Agape chuckles.

“Not saying there’s anything wrong with that, though. Matteo is good-looking, and there’s a spark between the two of you. You’re both single. You’re at a sex resort. I mean, hello ... sex is flowing all around you. You can’t tell me you haven’t slipped just once?” I ask.

Agape remains silent for a couple of beats. “Fine! Yes, okay? I slipped a couple of times.”

I knew it.

“It was good, right?” Lavender questions.

“Of course, it was. The guy owns a sex resort … so he knows what he’s doing.”

“And?” I ask.

“And that’s it. We both had a need to scratch, which we did. But that’s it,” Agape explains.

“Will you sleep with him again?” I push for a little more.

“Maybe. Maybe not. There are plenty of other men on the resort who are up for a good time.” My sister grins cheekily.

“You’re going to hook up with other people?” I’m a little surprised by her admission.

“Um ... yeah. I don’t have a ring on my finger. We’re both single, so why not?”

“You won’t be jealous?” I ask.

“No. We aren’t in a relationship,” Agape explains to me.

“Wish I was more like you.” I sigh.

“Oh, babe, I’m sorry.” I can hear the pitying tone in my sister’s voice. “But it is who you are. You’re a good person. You don’t need to change yourself for a guy.”

“I lack confidence. That’s my problem,” I confess.

“You’re the best interior designer in the world,” Lavender says, trying to pep me up.

“Thanks.” I sigh. “I’m so confident when it comes to work and dealing with men, even if I find them attractive, but when I step out of work mode, I turn into this wallflower.”

“But that’s okay, too,” Agape attempts to reassure me.

“I think I’m missing out on things ... on life ... and above all, really good sex,” I confess the feelings that have been running through my mind since Agape asked us to come here to the resort.

“Well, you’ve come to the right place to experiment.” Agape grins.

“You wouldn’t think I was weird?” I ask her.

“What! No. This is an extremely safe environment to test out being someone else. To experiment. To be free.” She reaches out and squeezes my leg, reassuring me.

“Thanks, Agape.” Giving her a small smile, I feel lighter having voiced my fears.

“Here we are.” Agape stops the golf cart out in front of our overwater bungalows.

“Oh my ... this is ...” My eyes widen as I take in the luxurious bungalows that are perched over the top of the sparkling turquoise sea.

“Let me show you inside,” Agape says.

We walk over a little bridge, and once we get to the door, Agape swipes the card across the lock, the light turns green, and it opens for us.

“This is gorgeous,” I state, taking in the all-white and wood interior of the luxurious overwater bungalow.

“Oh my god, look at the pool,” Lavender adds. There is a plunge pool that juts from inside to outside the room. “Look at the fish.” She points to the clear bottom of the pool, where you can see the tropical fish swimming around beneath.

“Whoever designed these rooms did amazing,” I muse. “I’m going to need to know who did this?”

“I’ll find out for you. Come on, you’re next door,” Agape informs me.

Just as we’re leaving, there’s a knock at the door.

Opening Lavender’s door, there stands a Scandinavian god—blond hair pulled into a man bun, a bit of stubble on his jawline, a white polo shirt pulled tightly across his muscular chest, and thick corded biceps. The gorgeous man has a bottle of champagne and a platter of chocolate-covered strawberries.

“Miss Alessandro, Miss Alessandro,” he greets Agape and me. “I’m Leon, Miss Pearce’s host.”

“What the hell?” Lavender mouths to me.

She is one lucky girl because that man looks like a god with the sun shining behind him.

“Leon, welcome. I need you to look after Lavender as she’s a VIP guest,” my sister explains to the man. He nods in understanding and gives her a blinding smile as he looks hungrily over at Lavender.

“Liv, this is your butler,” Agape explains as Leon enters the bungalow, putting the bottle of champagne and strawberries down for her on the counter.

Lavender is staring at him in awe and appears a little flustered in his presence, much like I am.

“Miss Pearce, I’m your host, Leon,” he introduces himself directly to her. “And I am here to be at your service day and night, to fulfill any and all of your needs.” The way he says needs makes the meaning well known.

Lavender mouths to Agape, “Anything?”

She nods as if this is completely normal having a gorgeous man on speed dial at your beck and call.

There better be someone waiting for me at my bungalow because I’m going to be pretty upset if there isn’t.

“Liv, dinner’s in a couple of hours. Meet you out front. Have fun,” Agape tells her as she grabs my arm and pulls me out of Lavender’s bungalow.

“Is that man for real, Cam?” I question her.

“Yes, he certainly is. Each room at the resort has a host allocated to it. They have been handpicked especially for you, depending on your wants and desires. They will cater to anything you want or need.”

“Anything I want ... as in ... sexually?” I ask, wanting to be sure before I proposition one of the poor guys. I don’t want to get sued for sexual misconduct or something.

“Yes. You can ask them to do anything you want, or they can arrange something for you. You have a whole electronic tablet filled with naughty requests.” My sister laughs.

An entire electronic tablet dedicated to fantasy requests.

I shake my head.

This can’t be real.

This island can’t be real.

Never in my wildest dreams did I think anything like this would exist and that I might like it.

“You know it’s okay to want to try things, to push yourself out of your comfort zone. It’s also okay to not do anything, too,” my sister adds. She’s letting me know that it’s all right to have fun, and it’s equally fine to be me. “Now, here’s your bungalow. It is the same as Liv’s,” she explains as she swipes the key against the reader. The green light flashes and the door clicks open. We step into the near-identical bungalow as Liv’s with its white and wooden interior and the plunge pool jutting off the deck into the turquoise sea. “What do you think?” Agape asks.

“It’s magnificent … beats dreary old London,” I say with a chuckle.

“I sent Kimberly a photo of me when I arrived at the beach while she was dealing with slushy snow back in New York.” My sister smirks.

“I need this,” I tell her as I suck in a deep breath of ocean air. “I’ve lost myself. You know how it is starting up, especially in cutthroat industries like ours. I don’t remember the last time I stopped and did something for me.”

“I get it, babe. Let your hair down and have fun. Become someone else if you must. This is one place where your real life means nothing. Live out your wildest fantasies and then go back home with a nice tan and some great spank bank material.”

Maybe she’s right. I need to let go, and a sex resort is probably the least judgmental place ever.

Could I pretend to be someone I’m not?

Is there somewhere deep down inside of EVALINE Alessandro that has the balls to do this?

There’s a knock at the door, which pulls me from my thoughts. Nerves dance in my stomach at the anticipation of who could be behind that door. The reality of what this island is and what it has to offer storms into my mind.

Agape walks over to the door and opens it.

“Miss Alessandro, my name is Adrian, and I will be looking after your guest during her stay,” says the gorgeous golden-haired, South African god. He looks like he’s just stepped off the rugby field. His uniform is seconds away from combusting from the tautness of his muscles. He, too, has a bottle of champagne and strawberries.

My sister moves to the side and lets him in.

“Thank you, Adrian. Miss Alessandro is a VIP,” she says, holding open the door for him as he steps over the threshold and toward me. Bright sea-green eyes sparkle when he sees me standing by the deck. He gives me a quick sweep over, which strangely feels like the tiniest of caresses across my skin.

“I’ll look after her, Miss Alessandro. I’ll make sure she experiences everything the island has to offer,” Adrian answers my sister as he places the bottle of champagne and plate of strawberries on the coffee table.

“See you in a couple of hours for dinner,” my sister calls out as she closes the door behind her, leaving me alone with this man.