18

Anthony's POV

Why I am grabbing my best friend's ass and why I am loving the feel of it against my palm was a shock to me. Even though I had to do it to spice up the pictures of us that were trending, this felt different. On top of it all, Sandy had the softest ass I had ever touched. Something about it made me feel my cock stir in my shorts. It made me slightly turned on and the way she smelt so flowery and spicy had my mouth watering.

"Anthony?" 

I got back to my senses when I realized I had overdone it. I needed to remind myself that she was someone I had to respect, not objectify. I cleared my throat and took the little luggage she held. I opened the door upward and she got in. I slid the door shut and let out a breath of relief before going over to the other side of the car.

I got in and placed her luggage at the back where mine was. I smiled at her and put on my seatbelt then I noticed she was struggling with hers. I waited to see if she would solve the problem but when she didn't, I leaned over to her side and tugged on the seatbelt. As I did, I realized just how close our faces were and when I looked down, her long exposed legs were in front of me. The sight of her creamy, spotless thighs made my breathing pattern change. 

I could not understand why I was suddenly seeing Sandy in this way. We've been in different positions before but the idea of us fake dating made me look at her differently. 

The seatbelt unhooked and I quickly fastened it around her before moving my body back. I pinched my nose and counted to five before starting the engine.

I need to know where my limits were. Sandy wasn't like the women I brought to my bed.

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"Oh, wow. The picture of you grabbing my ass has a lot of hit posts on almost every social media platform," Sandy said from her spot on the leather lounge of the yacht.

I took a sip of my wine while scrolling through my phone. I smiled at a few lovely comments about us. 

"I didn't know people shipped us," I said, meeting her eyes.

"Oh, they've been doing that for some time now. They claim we have chemistry, and that they hope we actually date or get married. How coincidental, right?" She asked and chuckled.

I never truly paid attention to what people said about us because a lot of them had opinions about our relationship. Out of all opinions, this one shocked me the most. People actually like us as a couple. It was strange yet fascinating.

"Well, now we're certain that we've got supporters who'll spread more of our content. Wait until they get a load of our yacht pictures," I said and got up.

"What are you planning to do?"

I dropped my empty glass and started to take off my shirt. Sandy covered her eyes and I laughed. 

"Really?" I asked. "You've seen me shirtless since we were younger."

"I have decency, you dickhead," she said, and I shook my head.

"Well, you're going to be touching me a lot today."

That made her drop her hand, revealing her widened eyes. She blinked quickly and sighed.

"You have to start telling me what's in that demonic head of yours, Anthony Kenneth Hogan."

"Oh, you're using my full name now. This must be serious," I said and made my way to her. I grabbed her hand and helped her to her feet.

"What are we doing today?" She asked in a serious tone.

"All we have to do is act like two people who can't stay away from each other," I said, and she bit her lip. My eyes caught the sight of it and when she looked into my eyes, my heart fluttered.

I stepped back and motioned at the door leading to the room on the yacht.

"Go change, I'll wait outside for you."

I didn't wait for her to reply before storming out of the place. I went outside and leaned against the wooden balcony platform and stared at the serene ocean expanding over the horizon. I plucked my sunshade from my pocket and wore it then spotted the paparazzi sitting on a bench on land. My yacht was still hooked to the wooden pathway, so they had enough time today to take many pictures.

As I surveyed the area, I heard footsteps behind me and stiffened. This would be the first time I would see Sandy in a bikini, and I was curious to see just how she looked. Even my heart was pounding fast, and my body was becoming sweaty, and it was not from the sun.

"So… what now?"

I swallowed and slowly turned around. I stopped breathing for some seconds as my eyes landed on Sandy's body. The bikini she was wearing had to be the sexiest thing I have ever seen on a woman. That's coming from me who has seen different types of women in some. It was a neon green; the bottom cupped between her legs with high-waisted strings tied on her slightly wide hips. My eyes went up her small and curvy waist, taking in her flat stomach and stopping just at her breasts that were perfectly cupped by the small material of the bikini top. 

The small pieces of clothing did nothing to hide what she would look like underneath it and I hated how I had an image of such in my head. I was such a fucking pervert. I shut my eyes for a second to push the thought away and motioned for her to come close.

As she walked toward me, I tried my best to keep my eyes off her bouncing chest but I couldn't. The globes of her breasts were just perfect, fitting her shape. When she was close enough, I cleared my throat and smiled.

"Are you ready to give these people a good show?" I asked and she smiled up at me.

"Why don't we see who's going to be the perfect actor or actress by the end of this activity," she said with a dubious glint in her eyes. 

"Is that a dare, I hear?" I came closer and wrapped my arms around her smooth waist. A gasp left her lips as she placed her hands on my bare chest.

Behind my sunshades, I took in her face, mesmerized by how good she looked. Her plump lips caught my attention when she bit her lower lip momentarily. I glanced downward when I felt the softness of her breasts pressing my chest and a familiar feeling in my shorts made me groan internally.

The only reason I was fucking turned on was that I hadn't slept with anyone for almost a week. Because there was no way I could feel anything for my best friend just like that.

I had to remember I was doing this for my future and not to ruin our friendship because I was suddenly sexualizing her.