(When in San Joaquin)
Anya's POV
As I stepped off the car in San Joaquin, I remembered everything that happened to me. I remembered how tragic my life was. Poor Sara Diaz, but she's no longer here. She died a long time ago.
No one ever wonders that within four years the city would become busier. There are malls now, the roads are wider than before. The city is more progressive now.
I went inside the hotel where I will be staying for two weeks. the back of the hotel is a beach. I've never been to a place like this before. I've been working all my life to survive. I barely had a decent day off. I worked 24/7.
I checked in and went straight to my room. The room is facing the beach.
"What a beautiful sight. I wouldn't know this city has something to offer. And who would have thought I'd be spending days in the hotel of my enemy" I smiled sarcastically.
"Wait there, Simons. I will bring you down and I'm gonna burn this hotel".
I slept for a couple of minutes and it was 4:30 in the afternoon when I woke up. I decided to go to the beach and I changed to my bikinis. The yellow two-piece bikini fits me well. It showed a lot of my curves. I had my intel. And the only son of Simon is spending his time every afternoon at the beach side. I put a little lipstick on my lips. And when I'm content with how I look, I step outside the room and go to the beach.
Richard Simon POV
The sun is really good today. And it's like the usual summer afternoon. The sun's heat is bearable and I love walking at the beach side after a long day at work.
" Hay. It was such a long day" I sighed. When I saw from my peripheral someone was approaching my direction.
"Hmmm, such a pretty face in a yellow bikini", in my mind.
the bikini is more classic than sexy. It goes along with its small face, Mongolian eyes and small pointed nose. I can't help but be mesmerized by such beauty. I've seen a lot of pretty faces. But this one can make you stare for such time.
" Oh come on Richard, it's rude to stare at someone. She might think you're a pervert. And don't dare make any impression on her, she is your guest.", I smiled carelessly. Damn, she smiled back at me. And the thing is my heart skips a beat. I don't believe in love at first sight. And I don't believe in love.
Anya's POV
I can feel he's staring at me. Poor Richard Simon, if only you knew I paid an intel to study your behaviour. And she was not wrong at all. Such an easy thing to catch bait.
I smiled back at him with the sweetest smile.
"Hi!" as I approached him.
He was stunned. "Oh hi," he replied.
"Are you new here?", he asked.
" yes, I just arrived today. And the view of the sea from my room is hard to resist from its invitation", was my reply.
As I continue to speak, "I never thought what the beach has to offer such a beautiful sight down here. And to meet such a beautiful man".
Of course, it's undeniable that the man in front of me is a god.
He had a Mohican cut and scythe-shaped eyebrows. His Roman nose and half-dome cheekbones sat above an oaken jaw. His wrestler's shoulders were part of his burly physique. He walked with a tiger-like tread and his nomad-blue eyes twinkled. I snapped from my thoughts. I reminded myself that I should not get into trouble with my plans. And I should not get destroyed by him.
"Oh come on. I'm flustered. I am not used to such compliments" he giggled. By the way, I am Richard Simon and let me welcome you to my resort and hotel. Enjoy and have fun with your stay. See you around", as he was about to walk away, he paused and said, "yeah, before I forgot may I ask your name?"
"I'm Anya Moore. It was nice meeting you, Mr Simon. See you around" and I moved to the beach to enjoy the water.
Richard's POV
"Well, she's cool. I should keep my ground. She's my guest and maybe I can invite her to dinner later", I smiled and walked inside the hotel.
I arrived at my office when my secretary announced that my great father is coming to the hotel. The one and only Lloyd Simon. I am not close to him, I grew up abroad with my mom. Our relationship is more likely between an employee and employer. We talked only about business and nothing more. And if you wonder how I became the owner of this place, well, he has no one to inherit. And he has this agreement with my mom before they separate ways that the hotel will be put under my name.
And there he is, entering my office. I was actually about to leave before the announcement. I have some errands to go.
" Oh sorry for the unannounced arrival my beloved son. I just arrived from Milan and I want to stay here for a while for the bidding and I decided to hold it here" he explained.
"Yeah, you can stay here for a while. I'll let my secretary know to arrange your room. And about the bidding? I don't know anything about it?" as I got irritated.
How can this old man hold bidding in my hotel?
"It was so sudden that I forgot to mention it to you", he continued. " But I think there will be no problem with that. You can also tell your secretary about the upcoming event three days from now to get it ready".
I can feel the heat rushing to my head. This old man gets my nerve. How can he create such a decision without even prior notice? What kind of thinking does he have?