In The Pool ❤️

Emily told me to pick her up at her dormitory so I started the car and drove away.

A minute later, when I pulled up in front of Emily's campus, I spotted her sitting on a bench with her new friends. 

They were chatting lively when I approached them in my McLaren. Emily quickly said goodbye and rushed over to the car.

I got out and held the door open for her.

"Hi there!" she said.

"Hey."

With a big smile, she jumped into the passenger seat. Her enthusiasm was contagious.

She was wearing a white skirt paired with white nylon stockings and a simple black t-shirt.

I couldn't help but steal some glances at her legs.

I noticed that she always smiled when she looked at me.

I started the engine and drove onto the street.

"Are you sure you want to go?" I asked.

"Of course. But you have some explaining to do. You lied to me previously, saying that you hate the Mafia. What changed?"

"Lied? I don't remember doing that."

"Of course you don't," she retorted, pouting slightly.

"I really don't remember. I was told that before my 18th birthday, I could live my life with no responsibilities related to the Mafia. But now they're making me go through training because of my Kainen."

"Because of your Kainen? Why would there be a problem with your Kainen? Don't people normally train so that they can improve it?" she asked. 

I noticed a strange tone in what she said, like it was a retorical question.

"They say that if I don't train, then I could die," I said.

"Is it that serious?!" she reacted in exaggeration, her brows furrowing in worry. "Let me train with you. I will try and help you however I can," she said earnestly.

"You can wipe my sweat and bring me water bottles," I added with a chuckle.

"Hey!" she protested with a grin, giving my arm a playful nudge.

"I'm just joking," I said, a smile playing on my lips. "I'm grateful that you want to help me, Emily. I will ask. Maybe they can teach you some self-defense."

A couple minutes later, we reached the Maxwell Mafia's skyscraper.

We stepped out of the car and approached the building, a man intercepted me at the entrance, his expression guarded.

"Who are you?" he demanded.

Before I could reply, another man walked up and spoke to the guard. "He's Graham Maxwell."

His eyes moved to me, and he gave me a respectful nod. "Welcome, Young Master."

I offered a nod in acknowledgment, but before I could utter a word, the man's attention turned to Emily, who stood beside me. "And who is that girl?"

"Umm..." I hesitated.

But Emily put a confident smile on, "I'm his girlfriend," she said with a light and casual tone.

"Right." I offered an agreement.

"Sure. Come in. They are waiting for you upstairs, Young Master," the man said, stepping aside to let us pass.

With a nod of thanks, I led Emily into the building. We stepped into the elevator, and I pressed the button for the top floor.

"Is this entire building owned by the Mafia?" Emily asked.

I chuckled, "It's funny you ask. I would also like to know."

As we reached the top floor, the first person to approach us was my bald uncle Henry. His gaze shifted to Emily. "Who is beside you, Graham?"

With a slight nod from Emily, her black hair cascading down, she introduced herself, "I'm Emily Rose."

"I didn't know Graham had a girlfriend. I'm Henry, his uncle."

Emily raised her head, tucking her hair behind her ear, and replied, "It's nice to meet you."

Uncle Henry led us into a room where Rick and a few others were training. The room was spacious, with a large sparing ring dominating the center, much bigger than any I'd seen before.

Heavy bags and speed bags lined the walls.

We found a female member to give Emily some instructions, and after a warm-up on the bags, I began training with Benjamin.

Between sets, I stole moments to talk with Emily. 

Finally, two hours later, when I was exhausted, Rick approached with a red shock absorber in his hands. "Graham, punch it with all you've got," he instructed.

I squared my shoulders and threw a powerful punch. My body moved in sync with the motion, transferring the force from my legs through my torso and into my fist, striking the absorber.

Rick pondered for a moment before saying, "Hmm... I don't feel anything yet."

I took a deep breath and decided to broach a topic that had been nagging at me for some time.

"Rick, I have a question. Is it possible to see Kainen?"

"See Kainen?" Rick echoed, his interest piqued.

"Yeah. See how it flows and gathers."

Rick furrowed his brow, considering my question. "Why do you ask?" 

"Because I can see green and blue lines flowing through you when I close my eyes," I confessed.

Rick's expression shifted to one of genuine curiosity. "This might be a new mutation or one that I have never heard about," he mused.

We decided to test it out a bit. He began to move his Kainen, transferring it from one hand to the other, then from one leg to the other. With each movement, I could see the flow of Kainen precisely, as if I were tracing the path of a stream.

Rick's demeanor shifted, his expression becoming more serious.

He leaned in closer, his voice low. "You must never speak of this to anyone else, Graham. Not even to your friends or fellow members of the Mafia. This is a secret that must be kept at all costs."

Later, Rick told me to sit down and calm down. Focus on breathing. He asked me if I could feel the wind flowing through my heart. I couldn't feel anything so we ended the training there.

As we exited the building, Emily and I made our way back to the car.

"I'm heading home now. Do you want to come over?" I asked.

"Your house? Aren't your parents home?"

"I have a house all to myself."

"Your own house?" she exclaimed, clearly surprised.

"Yeah. Rick gifted it to me. It even has a pool," I added with a grin.

"That's crazy! Let's go swimming! I have my swimming suit with me," she suggested excitedly.

"Why would you have your swimming suit with you?" I asked, puzzled.

"I joined a swimming club at the uni."

"Oh... I think I've seen one of the members," I replied, recalling a certain someone.

"Where?" she asked.

I briefed her on what happened this morning when I arrived at school and told her that if she ran into Lena, she should give her my greetings.

As we arrived at the house, Emily was bubbling with excitement.

I introduced her to Susan, who had come out to greet us.

"This is my assistant, Susan. Susan, meet Emily," I said as they shook hands.

"Nice to meet you, Emily. I'll be upstairs if you need anything." Susan said politely.

"Hey, Susan, is there anything to drink?" I called out as she headed upstairs.

"Yes, there's some in the fridge."

Emily glanced at Susan's retreating figure, but she quickly turned back to me with a smile, eager to explore the house.

As I opened the fridge, I spotted some cola and a few bottles of alcohol.

'What was the minimum age to drink here?', I thought.

"Do you want alcohol?" I asked, glancing at Emily.

"I don't drink," she replied with a shrug.

I could already see Emily getting outside towards the pool. With two cans of cola in hand, I followed behind her.

"I need to change," Emily said, looking at me.

"Sure. I will go change upstairs; you can change in the bathroom downstairs," I replied.

Emily nodded in agreement, and I made my way upstairs to grab my swimming clothes.

I put on my swim trunks and went back downstairs.

It was a sunny evening. 

I grabbed one of the Coca-Cola cans and jumped right into the pool.

A minute later, I heard the glass door open and turned to see Emily stepping out. She looked simply fabulous, her black hair tied up in a ponytail and her slender body clad in an emerald green string bikini.

She had all the right curves and her C-sized breasts filled her bikini bra just right.

I saw her blushing as I looked her up and down. I tried not to act nervous, but I was quite inexperienced myself.

"Get in," I said and I dove under the water so that she would stop staring at the hard-on tenting in my shorts.

She got into the pool and we swam and splashed around in the pool for a while, enjoying the cool water. Eventually, we settled into some small talk.

Lost in the moment, I found myself a bit oblivious to Emily's intentions until she reached out and took my hand, pulling me closer to her. Before I knew it, she leaned in for a kiss.

At first, I wasn't sure if she was nervous or trying to show off, but as our lips met, the kiss quickly deepened into a passionate French kiss.

Holding my hand on her bare back, I span around in the water and leaned onto the edge of the pool. I was moving my hand up and down and feeling her body as she rubbed her puffy chest against mine.