His Private Swim Sessions - Chapter 1: Chapter 1
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The moment I saw Vincent Roland by the poolside, I was spellbound. Tall, sculpted, and radiating confidence, the swim instructor had an effortless magnetism that made my pulse quicken. I craved his touch—his hands guiding me through the water, his body close to mine.
But when I finally got what I wanted… it was already too late. I had walked straight into a predator's trap.
My name is Evelyn Langley. That summer, I signed up for swimming lessons—partly for fitness, partly because, let's be honest, who doesn't want a toned, bikini-ready body at twenty-two?
"Hello everyone, I'm your swim instructor. Vincent Roland."
His voice was smooth, commanding. And nothing like what I'd expected.
I'd braced myself for some middle-aged guy with a beer belly and a whistle, not… this.
Vincent looked like he'd stepped out of a romance novel—broad shoulders, abs you could grate cheese on, and a swimsuit that left very little to the imagination.
My eyes kept drifting south, hypnotized by the way his Speedo hugged his hips.
Get a grip, Evelyn.
But how could I? His presence was intoxicating. I barely heard a word of his instructions, too busy imagining what those hands could do.
"Alright, key points covered. Go change, and meet back here in ten!"
Inside the locker room, the whispers were inevitable.
"Did you see him? That man is not real."
"Tell me about it. I'm already planning how to 'accidentally' brush against him."
"I bet his girlfriend never lets him out of her sight."
I smirked, adjusting my bikini. Unlike the others, I had an advantage—curves that turned heads, and a swimsuit designed to make sure Vincent's gaze stayed glued to me.
When I stepped out, his eyes darkened with something primal.
Got him.
Little did I know… he'd already gotten me.
But when I finally got what I wanted… it was already too late. I had walked straight into a predator's trap.
My name is Evelyn Langley. That summer, I signed up for swimming lessons—partly for fitness, partly because, let's be honest, who doesn't want a toned, bikini-ready body at twenty-two?
"Hello everyone, I'm your swim instructor. Vincent Roland."
His voice was smooth, commanding. And nothing like what I'd expected.
I'd braced myself for some middle-aged guy with a beer belly and a whistle, not… this.
Vincent looked like he'd stepped out of a romance novel—broad shoulders, abs you could grate cheese on, and a swimsuit that left very little to the imagination.
My eyes kept drifting south, hypnotized by the way his Speedo hugged his hips.
Get a grip, Evelyn.
But how could I? His presence was intoxicating. I barely heard a word of his instructions, too busy imagining what those hands could do.
"Alright, key points covered. Go change, and meet back here in ten!"
Inside the locker room, the whispers were inevitable.
"Did you see him? That man is not real."
"Tell me about it. I'm already planning how to 'accidentally' brush against him."
"I bet his girlfriend never lets him out of her sight."
I smirked, adjusting my bikini. Unlike the others, I had an advantage—curves that turned heads, and a swimsuit designed to make sure Vincent's gaze stayed glued to me.
When I stepped out, his eyes darkened with something primal.
Got him.
Little did I know… he'd already gotten me.
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