Chapter 42

For a good ten seconds, he stood, rendered speechless by surprise before pure hot loathing eroded his face, and he covered the remaining distance separating them, folding his arms over his chest, assuming a menacing stance, and standing over her in the pool. 

"Hello, Leonardo." Sultry, sleeky, and breathy, that was how her voice was. 

Leo's expression tightened into one of disgust. "What are you doing here?"  

Seeing that, Lolita pouted and clicked her tongue. “What a way to welcome me. Didn't you miss me, Leonardo?" She smiled and swam to the edge of the pool, resting her hand on the porcelain tile and Leo got an excellent view of her breast. “It’s just like old times you, and me alone in this big house.” 

Hearing those words, a rush of memories flooded Leo's brain. Of a 21-year-old him making out with Lolita in this very pool. His parents gone for a business trip and his sister out to work.  

In their absence, he had hosted a