Prisoner 4-0-9 novel Chapter 23

Excuse the errors.

Ocean's POV

Breakfast was amazing.

Everything was cooked by Miriam, and she took pride in watching us all eat. Mostly everyone wanted to know something about me, I just stayed polite and answered what I could.

From what I could see, Trevor had a great family, and an even better support system.

"We're gonna head down into the pool," I heard someone say from behind me. Some of us had retreated to the living room, while Miriam started on lunch.

I was still extremely full from breakfast.

"Italians consider lunch the most important meal of the day, you better empty out that stomach fast. Mom would throw a fit if you refused to eat her food." Mia had previously learned while she caught me rubbing my stomach.

I turned at the voice to find that it was Aloria, dressed in a floral bikini that barely hid anything, but fit her like a model as she threw a towel over her shoulder.

Emma stood not too far in her in a simple pink one suit that also fit her like a model.

"Hey Ocean, would you like to join us?"

"Um, no that's okay, I rather stay in..."

"Aw come on," Mia said. "You're gonna be bored sitting here alone." There was a loud splash outside.

"Seems like the boys already made it."

"I'll join you guys in a minute." I give in and they squeal before running outside. I sigh, and make my way upstairs, rummaging through my suitcase.

I found my African print one-piece and white crochet shorts. I held a cover-up just in case and eyed myself in the mirror.

I have to admit my body did look great, but it couldn't compare to all the magazine babes downstairs.

I couldn't find my slides so I took Trevor's and pulled my bath towel from the holder before heading down to the pool.

Richard was most likely with his wife, and Niccolo and Matteo weren't there. I wasn't complaining Matteo always looked like he was ready to stab everything.

"Woo!" Mia screams. "And she arrives," I hate when they do that. All eyes land on Me again, including Trevor's as he shamelessly lets his eyes wander around my body. I clear my throat, letting out a small awkward laugh and looking away as Meo smirked at me.

I turn to place my stuff on the tanning chairs, before realizing that I had left my shower cap upstairs.

I quickly went back into the room and found it in the bathroom, when I spun around, Trevor was there.

O my goodness.

The water dropped from his sculpted body, some falling off onto the floor, and some disappearing into his black beach pants. His hair was all wet, and he takes a hand through it to get it out of his face.

"H-hey," I clear my throat as he stares at me.

"Is everything alright?" He questions and I nod, unable to speak. "You look beautiful," He says, taking a step closer and I gulp.

"T-thanks," He's quiet for a moment, and he takes one more hesitant step before sighing and outstretching his hand.

"Come on." I take it and finally, sit near the pool as we arrive downstairs.

I let my foot get accustomed to the water before slowly lowered myself into it. Meo was the first to appear in front of me.

"You look rather ravishing Ocean," he winks.

"How do you guys speak English so fluently?"

"We practically grew up in the US. We moved back here a couple of years ago." He explains and I nod.

"And why didn't Trevor?"

"Mm, I'm not sure, more of us are like our mom, but Trevor definitely took a liking to our dad. They're unexplainably close, hence the reason our dad named him Trevor an American name, my mom named the rest of us."

"Ohh," It made sense now.

In the room, I rinse off the chlorine deciding to just bathe at that moment.

I roll my eyes once I remember I have to do my hair again. I think I'll consider braiding when I get back to the US.

Once done with a low bun that had a side part in the front, I dry off myself, and place on yellow shorts and a white lace off the shoulder. I moisturized and slipped on some sandals before heading to look for Meo.

The others must've just came because their voices could be heard from downstairs.

"Meo?" I call out through the hall and his head pokes out of a room. I smile.

"Hey," I greet upon entering his room. It was simple, nothing too extravagant, it suited him.

His face still had the redness, but he seemed okay as he sat by his computer desk and began typing.

"Are you okay?" I ask a bit softly since he seemed to not be in the mood.

"Yeah." He sighs after a moment, but he seemed down.

"Are you sure?" He stops typing and turns to look at me. Not speaking, just staring. I began to feel uncomfortable but I played it off. "How about you bring me on that tour of another side of Italy after lunch?" I suggest and he raises an eyebrow.

"Really?"

"Really?" His face slowly melts into a smile, as he nods.

"Awesome, I'll leave you to work until then."

I walk out and manage to bump into Aloria.

"Oh, my bad." I smile, but to my surprise this time she doesn't smile back. Well, she does, after an entire minute of just slightly glaring at me.

"It's fine." She says, before elegantly making her way down the hall, and into her room.

Weird.