Chapter 19

Robbie took her hand and led her to the master bedroom which was situated to the upper deck. They mounted up the steps and when they reached the floor, Robbie quickly carried her to his bedroom which was not even a foot away.

"Put me down, Robbie!" and she squirmed from his arms. He chuckled as he put her down in front of the room.

She straightened her dress as she gave him a sullen glance.

"What?" he smirked. "Your feet hurt so I'm just helping you."

"I have two feet, you know. I can walk. But thanks, anyway."

"No problem. We'll do that again on our wedding day," and he opened the door to his room.

She forced a smile to him in annoyance and he grinned.

The master bedroom had a king-sized bed with royal blue bed sheet and pillows of different sizes. In front of the bed was a forty-inch tv mounted on the wall and a small desk table beside it. On the right side of the tv was a polished wooden walk-in closet and on the other side was the bathroom.

"You can go and get some clothes in the drawer," he told her as he locked the door behind her.

"How did you have women's clothes in your room?" she asked curiously.

Could he be bringing women in the yacht? Or could he be wearing them instead?

That could not be since she saw his personal stuff in his house. There was not a single women's underwear there or other clothing besides her two dresses.

Which until now still puzzled her.

Robbie might not admit he was gay but the signs were definitely seen all throughout.

Could he be experimenting? Is that why he kissed her?

"It's not what you think," he said, as if reading her mind. "It was packed for you."

Alex's cheeks suddenly flushed at the thought of him picking up personal items for her. Eventhough they had seen each other naked before, she still felt uncomfortable knowing that he knew her size.

Most especially the undergarments.

"Now go change. I'm just going to get some wine," he told her as he stepped out of the room.

Alex was left thinking.

Is Robbie trying to seduce her?

"No,that's impossible," she told herself loudly.

She opened the closet and just like in Robbie's room at his house, suits and other personal items were neatly organized on the handmade wall closet unit. On one corner, there was at least five dresses and two jeans hanging, and the rest were neatly folded at the bottom shelves. She walked towards it and opened the drawers.

She gasped as she took out one delicate item from the drawer, a red string laced thong. She smiled. A playful idea came into her mind as she took off her underwear and slipped on the thong. A sudden confidence and nervousness filled her as she looked at herself at the whole body mirror. She bit her lip.

It has been awhile since she actually had sex with anyone and somehow she could not understand what she was feeling.

Did she really want something to happen again between her and Robbie?

But... that's totally insane!

She then undressed and looked over the shelves. There was a pair of bloody red night gown neatly folded on top of the others. Apparently, there were no other pair of much more modest for her to wear and she frowned. She felt like Robbie intentionally did this.

But why?

She was totally puzzled about it and an idea formed in her mind.

'You want an experiment. We'll see about that,' she thought as she slipped on the night gown.

Robbie was standing at the bar with two empty wine glasses in his hand and a bottle of the most expensive red wine one could ever afford. He had planned a wonderful evening for them. A night filled with rekindling whatever they had together years ago... even if it was just friendship for now.

He wanted her to feel at ease. Awhile ago when he brushed his lips on hers, he wanted to comfort her so much that he thought a kiss would make her feel better. He could tell in her eyes the pain she had went through and he wanted to know. He wanted to know all about Sasha and what really happened between her and Miguel. Why she never had anybody after that...

He sighed. He knew it will not be long till Alex will warm up completely again to him. He just had to be patient.

He missed the times where they could just tell anything to each other. They would talk so much that they would soon fell asleep side by side on the bed. He missed her scent eversince she left that she kept the same dress she wore that night. That passionate night where he owned her... and made him feel that she belonged to him alone.

He set the glasses down and opened the bottle. He poured the wine in one of the glasses and gulped it down. His whole body was feeling hot being reminded of how she looked that night, and suddenly his desires had enveloped him once again.

It was amazing how among all the women he encountered everyday in his business, he was never attracted to any one of them over the years. It was still her... eversince.

He sighed. He needed to focus on mending their broken friendship. He did not want Sasha to see them arguing every time they were in the same room. They have to think of their daughter now and paint a picture of a happy family even for a year.

But of course, he did not want to end it right there. He wanted more out of this agreement, and he would do everything to keep them forever.

He poured another one into his glass and drank again quickly. He needed to relax... having her inside his room will never help especially if she was wearing a sexy lingerie which he intentionally picked for her.

He felt stupid now for even doing it. He put himself in a position where he knew he could never resist. He liked teasing her even when they were kids and looking at that adorable pout.

There was one time that he took a frog from the river and placed it in her backpack. She had no idea it was there and she was wondering where the croaking sound came from. So when she came to school and opened her backpack, the frog jumped out and everyone in the classroom screamed and ran out to the halls, even Mrs. Potter, their first grade teacher at that time.

Alex got in trouble for that and did not speak to him for a week.

But after he gave her the conch shell, that he got after he and his family came back from a trip in the Bahamas, she was smiling again.

"I hate you, Robbie. You should not have done that," the six year old Alex had told him.

Robbie laughed.

"It's not funny."

"Yes it is. You should have seen their faces. Mrs. Potter jumped on top of the table pointing at the frog, and screaming as Mr. Lawrence came into our room. He had to chase the frog to the halls while the other kids scream everywhere. It was so hilarious!"

Alex started laughing. Soon enough, Robbie joined in and they both laughed falling on the grass. They held their bellies laughing until they could never anymore and stopped.

After awhile....

"Sorry to scare you," he finally said after they stopped laughing.

"It's okay. I'm not scared. I just got surprised. If I haven't gotten in trouble for that, I would love to have a frog for a pet."

"A frog for a pet?" the young Robbie chuckled.

"Yeah, why not?"

"I don't know... it's kind of weird."

"Well, I'm weird, too, so..." and she shrugged her shoulders.

Robbie turned on his side and lifted his head. He placed a hand under his head to support it.

"You're not weird. You're actually cute."

Alex giggled and faced him. "Really? I'm cute."

"Yeah. You're my best friend, you know."

"That's why you always say the nicest things and play tricks on me all the time," and she rolled her eyes.

"But you like it, too 'cause it's fun."

"You're right."

Then he stood up and pulled her arm.

"C'mon!."

"Where are we going?"

"To my room. I got some cool new toys my dad bought me."

"Really? Okay. Let's go then," and they went back inside the house....