Come to Me
Chapter 1

Confrontation on the beach with a sexy foreign man is not part of the plan when taking photos peacefully in the morning. And what the hell was in that man's mind that he thought he was taking pictures of himself? Who her? One thing's for sure, she's sexy and incredibly romantic, feeding off the wounded soul of Puput.

Jis Khalifa just wanted the world to give her a break, so seeing the camera aimed at her face made her ready to hit the beauty behind the lens. When he finds out the girl does not know who she is, he is curious and tempted by her. Puput has a body that was created to make love, foul-mouthed and Jis is never satisfied with him, but he is not ready to tell who he really is.

Puput is a girl who does not like nonsense and does not want to accept lies and secrets.

What will happen to this new relationship when he discovers what Jis is hiding?

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The light this morning was perfect. I pointed my Canon in front of my face and pressed the shutter. Clik. The beach is summarized in colors: pink, yellow, blue, and occasionally the wind still blows.

The waves gently struck against the concrete fence at my feet, and I was lulled by the beauty in front of me.

Clik.

I turned to the left and saw a young couple walking on the sidewalk.

The beach at White Water was very quiet, on the other hand some people were having a hard time, or were suffering from insomnia like me. The young couple walked away from me, held hands, smiled at each other, and I pointed my lens at them and clicked. I zoom in on the feet of those in sneakers and lock hands and shoot a few more times, my photographer eyes cherish their intimacy on the beach.

I inhaled the salty air and looked towards the shore once more as the red sailboat slowly slid over the water. The morning sunlight had just appeared glittering, and I raised my camera once more to capture the moment.

"What exactly are you doing?"

I turned around, looking for the origin of the sound and looked into the black eyes, reflecting the dark of the night in the bright morning. Those eyes were surrounded by a very upset face. Not just angry. Wrathful.

"I'm sorry?" my voice is weak, I try to make my voice.

"Why can't you just leave me alone?" The handsome stranger-very handsome-in front of me trembled furiously and I retreated instinctively, frowning and feeling started to get angry at him as well. What the hell are you really doing?

"I'm not bothering you" I replied, glad that my voice was stronger with my anger, and took another step back.

Clearly this beautiful black-eyed and handsome-faced greek god master was a madman.

Unfortunately, he followed me and I panicked and started sharpening my instincts.

"I feel like you're following me. Do you think I didn't notice? Give me that camera." He stuck out his long fingers and my mouth opened. I pulled my camera to my chest and wrapped it with my arm.

"No." My voice was unusually calm and I looked around intending to escape, but I couldn't let go of my gaze towards his angry dark black eyes.

He gulped and squinted his eyes, breathing hard.

"Give me that fucking camera, and I won't file a lawsuit because you're harassing me. I just want the pictures." He lowered his voice but that did not reduce his threat.

"You can't get my pictures!" Who is this guy? I turned to run and he grabbed my arm, twisted my body to face him again, snatching my camera. I started screaming, not believing that I was robbed outside my house, when she let go of me and put her hands on her knees, bent over, shook her head and I realized that her hands were shaking.

Damnit.

I took another step back, preparing to run, but with his head still down he held his hand and said, "Wait."

I should have run. Quick. Calling the police and making sure this guy's under arrest on assault charges, but I didn't. My breath began to calm down, and my panic receded for several reasons. I don't think he's gonna harm me.

Yeah, I'm sure the murder victims didn't think that he'd endanger them either.

"Uh, are you okay?" my voice gasped and I realized that I was still clutching the camera in my chest, almost hurting me. And I relaxed my hand and lowered it when the man's head was held back.

"Don't take my picture." His voice was low and measured, controlled, but he was still shaking and breathing like a person who had just run a marathon.

"OK, okay. I'm not gonna take it. I reassembled the lens cover." I did as I said, I did not take my eyes off her and she looked at my hands carefully.

Oh gosh.

He took a deep breath while shaking his head and I realized that he was attractive. Waw. Handsome, sculpted face, sturdy jaw and sharp and clear black eyes. Black hair styled his chicken butt looks messy. He was tall, taller than me by only 168 cm, his shoulders slender and wide.

She wore blue jeans and a black t-shirt, and both embraced that slender body in all the right places.

Damnit. She would look amazing if she was naked.

Ironically, I want it in front of my camera.

He looked me in the eye again and he vaguely looked familiar to me. I felt like I knew him somewhere, but my thoughts instantly disappeared as he spoke.

"I need you to give me that camera, please."

Is he serious? Is he still trying to fool me?

I laughed short and finally broke eye contact, looked at the sky and shook my head. I close my eyes and look back on him, he looks at me intensely.

I found myself smiling and saying, "You're not going to get this camera".

He tilted his head and narrowed his eyes again. The muscles under my stomach clenched against her sexy gaze and I secretly reproached myself.

Won't be aroused by your sexiness in the morning, robber!

"You're not gonna get this camera. Who do you think you are?" my voice rose and I praised myself for my attitude.

"You know who I am."

The answer confused me and I squinted, looked back at him and felt a strange feeling once again that I should have recognized him, but I shook my head in frustration.

"No, I don't know you."

He raised his eyebrows, placed his hands on his slender hips, and he smiled, showing his neat teeth. His smile did not reach his eyes.

"Come on, baby, don't mess around. Give me the camera, or delete the photos and we can go on with each other's business."

Why would he want my picture?

Suddenly the thought came to me, that she thought I had taken her picture.

"I didn't take a single picture of you here, baby," I replied.

His eyes narrowed back and his smile disappeared. He doesn't trust me.

I stepped forward towards him. Staring deeply at his wide black eyes and speaking very clearly.

"I. No. gabe. Possesses. Your picture. At. Camera's. Ku's. I'm not a photographer." I felt my cheeks blush and for a moment I looked down.

"What photos did you take?" His voice was high and he looked confused.

"Beach, boat," I pointed at the beach with my fingers.

"I saw you pointing your camera at me while I was sitting in that chair."

He pointed at the bench behind me. It was near where I photographed the couple hand in hand. I pulled the camera in front of me again and looked at it tensely, but I ignored it. I turned on the camera, started flipping my pictures until I found what she was afraid of. I walked towards her and stood beside her, my arm almost touching her arm and I felt the heat from her sexy body. I forced myself to ignore it.

"Here are the pictures I took." I pointed at the screen and the pages, showing him all the pictures. "Do you want to see another picture I took?"

"Yes." Yeah." His whisper.

I continued to show him pictures of the beach, the sky, the boats, the mountains. I couldn't resist smelling her scent as she carefully looked at the photos, looking at them one by one while pulling her lower lip with her thumb with her index finger. Eyebrows wrinkling.

Oh my God, it smells so tempting.

I've taken over 200 photos this morning, so it takes a few minutes to look at pages per page. When I was done, he looked into my eyes and I saw the shame there. I'm not sure, but he almost looks sad.

My heart turned upside down as he smiled, was very mature, did not hesitate, dispelled the sadness, and shook his head slowly. He could melt the gleiser with that smile. End war. Resolving the national debt crisis.

"Sorry."

"It should be." I turned off the camera and walked away.

"Hey, I'm really sorry."

"You must be a big head if you think everyone with a camera took your picture." I continued on my way and of course he chased after me, equalizing my pace.

He cleared his throat. "Can I know your name?"

"No." My answer.

"Um, why?" He sounds confused.

Shit, I'm confused too.

"I didn't tell the robber my name."

"Bandits?" He stopped his steps and pulled me to a stop beside him, with his hand on my elbow. I looked down, at his hand, raised my gaze, and stared at him fiercely.

"Take me off." He released me immediately.

"I'm not a robber."

"You tried to take my camera. What do you call it?" I walked again, realizing I was heading in the opposite direction to my house. Damnit.

"Look, I'm not a robber. Just stop for a second." He stopped again, rubbed his face and then looked at me.

I face her, put my hands in my jeans pocket. My camera hung safely around my neck while glaring at him.

"I don't know who you really are" I said as best I could not in a bullshit voice.

"Obviously," she responded with a smile on her lips and I felt my stomach tighten. I wish he would give me his big smile again. My ignorance makes her happy, but it bothers me a lot. Should I know him?

"Why are you smiling?" I found myself returning her smile.

He looked at me from top to bottom, watching my pink hair still tied carelessly, the casual red sweatshirt that wrapped around my chest, jeans, curved hips and thighs. And his black eyes looked back at me. His smile grew wider and made me lose my breath.

Waw.

"I'm Jis Khalifa." She stuck out her hand to shake hands with me, I just saw her, still not very trusting. He raised his eyebrows, like a challenge and I found myself putting my little hand in his big, strong hand and grasping it tightly.

"Snakes."

"Snake," He said my name slowly, watching my mouth and I bit my lower lip. He took a deep breath and then looked me back in the eye.

Shit, he's so handsome. I pulled my hand from his grasp and looked down, not knowing what else to say, and still confused as to why I was still standing here with him.

"I. I have to go," I stammered, suddenly feeling nervous. "It's been a pleasure meeting you, Jis." I started walking towards my house and he stepped in front of me.

"Wait, don't go." He put his hand on his messy black hair.

"I'm so sorry about all this. Let me fix my mistakes for you. Breakfast?" He frowned, as if he had no intention of saying it, and then he stared expectantly at me.

Say no Put. Go home. Get back to bed. Mmmm.. bed with Jis.. Sweaty body, matted bed sheet, head between my legs, body wriggling when I climax…

Stopit!

I shook my head, threw away the fantasy and then said, "No, thank you. I have to go."

"Your husband is waiting at home?" He asked, looking at my ring finger.

"Uh, no."

"Daughter?"

I smiled at him a little. "No."

His face looks relieved. "Women's boyfriend?"

I couldn't stop my laughter from coming suddenly.

"No."

"Good." She smiled at me again, and I was desperate to say yes to this handsome stranger, but my common sense against reminded my common sense that this was not safe. I don't know him, even though he's amazing, he's still a stranger.

Me, and everyone knows that strangers are dangerous. I ignored the grip between my legs, gave her a small smile, then said to her politely and firmly as I could, "Thank you. Have a good day, Jis."

Of course, polite and firm hiss.

Goddamn bum.

I heard him mutter "May your day be nice, Put." When I leave quickly.

I walked home quickly, feeling Jis's eyes on my Kardashian-style butt until I turned the corner of the road to my house.

Why don't I wear a longer shirt? My heart is pounding and I just want to feel safe inside, safe from robbers with a sexy smile. My body hasn't reacted like this to men for a long time, and while I admit that this feels good, Jis is just too.

I closed and washed the front door of my house and headed for the kitchen. Anna's making breakfast!

"Hey, Puput, got a good photo this morning?" My best friend Anna was flipping pancakes and I smelled a crunchy bacon in the oven. My stomach rang when I put my camera on the bar and pulled the bench.

"Yes, it was a good morning" I said. I hesitate to tell you about Jis. Anna tends to be on the romantic side, and she would be very happy to have us get married at the end of the conversation, but she is the only person I trust in everything, so, why not? "I got some nice portraits. Almost robbed.The usual part."

I smiled at myself as Anna spun, dropped pancakes on the floor and sighed.

"What's? Are you all right?"

"I'm good." I grunt. "A man was angry, thinking that I might take a picture of him." I described my meeting to her, and she smiled sweetly when I finished telling her.

"She seems to like you, friend."

I grunt. "Whatever, he's just an obscure guy."

Anna rolled her eyes and returned to the pancakes. "He may be an obscure guy, but if he's as sexy as you say, you should go have breakfast with him."

I pouted towards him. "Going to breakfast with a sexy robber?" I asked doubtfully.

"Oh, don't be so dramatic." Anna flips the bacon in the oven and pours the pancake batter over the grill. "That sounds like he's very pleasant."

"Yes, when he doesn't try to steal my expensive camera in a disgusting way, he'll be the perfect guy."

Anna laughed and I just smiled in response. "What are you going to do today?"

Delighted by the chat change, I walked around the bar and filled the dishes with delicious food. "I have a session in the middle of the day, and I'll make some deliveries this afternoon. I really need to sleep this morning."

"Can't sleep anymore?" Ask Anna.

I shook my head. Sleeping has never been easy for me.

I sat on my stool and bit the bacon. Anna is beside me. "What about you?"

"Well, since it's Tuesday now, I think I'm going to go to work today." Anna was a very successful investment banker in downtown White Water. I couldn't be more proud to be his friend. She is incredibly smart, beautiful and successful.

"We have to earn," I spent the delicious pancakes on my plate, then cleaned our dishes and put them in the dishwasher.

"I can do that." Anna's headed for the kitchen but I told her to leave.

"No, you've been cooking. I'm gonna do this. Go to work."

"Thank you! Hope you're fun." He wiggled his eyebrows at me and went towards the garage.

"Hopefully your day at the office is fun, baby!" I told him and we both laughed.

I climbed the stairs to my room and got naked. I really need to sleep.

My clients pay me so much to give them fun, beautiful photo sessions, and I need to get a good break.

My room is large, with high windows from floor to ceiling. This is the only room in this house that is all pink in it. I love my soft pink blanket and my fur-textured pink pillow.

My bed frame is simple, but my bed head is an old barn door that I nail on the wall to give this room a rustic atmosphere.

I flopped down on my king-size bed, the soft sheets hugged my bare body, and looked out the window at the view of the beach. I love this house. I never wanted to move.

Forever. This sight is priceless. The dark blue sea outside calmed me down and as my eyes became heavy I thought of the sharp dark black eyes and the deathly smile and brought me to sleep.