Getting spoiled in a woman dominating world Chapter 585: The Beach [1]

They stepped onto the sleek speed boat together as the engine purred softly beneath them.

Brandon took the helm as he started the boat.

*frooom* The boat glided smoothly away from the dock, cutting through the water of the private cove.

Marzella sat close beside him on the cushioned seat, her pink two-piece swimsuit hugging her figure as the warm breeze played with her ponytail.

As Brandon gradually increased the speed, the boat surged forward, slicing through the waves with exhilarating force.

"Hahahaha..." The wind whipped past them, carrying the salty scent of the ocean and the faint sound of laughter from Marzella as the thrill of the ride hit her.

The boat accelerated faster, bouncing lightly over the gentle swells.

"Ahhh...." Marzella’s heart raced with excitement and without thinking, she hugged his arm tightly, pressing herself against him as the speed increased.

Her full breasts pressed softly against his bicep, her body leaning into his for stability.

"It’s so fast!" she exclaimed, her voice carrying over the roar of the engine and the wind.

She laughed with a bright sound that made Brandon smile as he glanced at her.

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He anchored the boat in a shallow area near the shore, and they both stepped off into the warm water.

Marzella waded in first, the water reaching up to her waist as droplets ran down her skin.

Brandon watched as Marzella dove under the surface for a moment, then emerged with a laugh, pushing her wet hair back from her face.

Her full breasts, narrow waist, and the curve of her hips were accentuated by the wet fabric clinging to her body.

She turned to him with a playful smile and splashed water in his direction.

"Come on. Don’t just stand there."

Brandon chuckled and moved toward her, diving under the water and swimming smoothly around her.

When he surfaced, he was right in front of her.

Marzella smiled and reached out, placing her hands on his shoulders as they floated together in the gentle waves.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer, looking into his eyes with a hint of shyness.

His hands rested on her waist and slid into her swimsuit, grabbing her ass.

Brandon’s hands rested on her waist, his fingers gently tracing the curve of her hips beneath the water.

Then, slowly, his hands slid lower, slipping into the back of her pink swimsuit bottom.

He grabbed her ass firmly, squeezing the soft, smooth flesh with both hands, pulling her body flush against his.

"Hah!" Marzella gasped softly, her breath catching in her throat as she felt his strong hands on her.

She pressed herself tighter against him, her full breasts brushing against his bare chest as her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist under the water.

"Brandon..." she whispered, burying her face in his neck.

Brandon sighed in his heart ’I have accepted my role long ago...’

Staying with Marzella for the past few months, he realized that Marzella is getting attached to him.

And she is growing romantic feelings for him.

Brandon know the truth of the Bootstrap paradox.

He realized that this growing connection was part of the loop that would eventually lead to his own creation.

He had accepted that long ago.

But feeling it happen in real time, seeing Marzella fall for him and knowing she has no idea he is her future son... it is a heavy weight to carry.

Still, he didn’t pull away.

Instead, he held her closer, one hand sliding up her back while the other hand remained firmly on her ass, squeezing gently as he kissed the side of her neck.

Marzella’s fingers ran through his hair as she kissed his neck back

"Shall we go back to the beach, Marzella?" he whispered in a husky voice. "Let’s eat something. I am hungry."

Marzella let out a soft, reluctant sound, clearly not wanting to leave the intimate moment.

She nuzzled her face into his neck for a few more seconds, savoring the closeness, before slowly unwrapping her legs from around his waist.

"Okay... But only if we come back to the water later."

Brandon smiled against her skin and took her hand, intertwining their fingers as they swam back toward the shore together.

They walked up the soft white sand toward the luxurious cabana and Marzella stayed close to him, her arm brushing against his as they moved.

Once inside the shaded cabana, they sat down on the large daybed.

The staff had left a beautiful spread of fresh fruit, sandwiches, chilled drinks, and light snacks.

Marzella poured them both a glass of cold juice and her hands were still slightly shaky from the intensity of their moment in the water.

A deep blush spread across her cheeks ’He kissed me in my neck...’

After a while of relaxing on the daybed...

"Want to try fishing?" Brandon asked, nodding toward the small fishing rods that was left near the cabana along with other beach equipment.

Marzella turned to look atthe fish rods and muttered, "I don’t know how to do that. You’ll have to teach me."

Brandon smiled and took her hand, leading her down to the water’s edge where the gentle waves lapped at the soft sand.

He picked up two fishing rods and handed one to her, then showed her how to hold it properly.

"Hold it like this," he said, stepping behind her and guiding her hands.

His chest pressed lightly against her back as he wrapped his arms around her to demonstrate the correct grip. "Relax your shoulders. Don’t grip it too tightly."

Marzella nodded, trying to focus on his instructions.

Brandon showed her how to cast the line and the line sailed out over the calm water, landing with a soft splash.

"Now we wait. And when you feel a tug, you pull up gently but firmly."

They stood together in the shallow water, the gentle waves lapping at their legs.

Marzella leaned back against him slightly, enjoying the warmth of his body and the peaceful

moment. Brandon kept one arm around her waist, holding her steady as they waited.

After a few minutes, Marzella felt a small tug on her line, and her eyes widened.

"I think something’s biting!" she whispered.

Brandon chuckled softly and helped her reel it in.

Together, they pulled up a small, silvery fish.

Marzella laughed happily as she held it up, "I did it."

They continued fishing for a while while Brandon patiently taught her the basics on how to cast, how to wait for the right moment, and how to handle the rod when a fish bit.

Marzella was a quick learner, and soon she was casting on her own, laughing every time she caught something.

"Fishing is fun."

His gaze softened "Yes, it is."