Page 40 of Blue in the Deep Blue Sea

“What an animal,” I muttered, pinching my nose shut as I stepped inside.

As I entered, something moved beneath the bed sheet.

I screamed and jumped back, looking at Isabella.

“I swear I saw something move.”

Without a second thought, she yanked the handle off the mop, squeezed her eyes shut, and started whacking the lump under the blanket.

“Okay, Isa,” I said between nervous laughs. “I think whatever was under there is long gone by now.”

I reached over and pulled back the sheet.

A bottle of water rolled from one side of the bed to the other, rocking with the movement of the yacht.

I let out a breath. Ignoring the windows surrounding the suite, I pulled on the rubber gloves and started gathering the rubbish.

“How many times did they have sex?” Isabella asked, looking around.

She began counting the condoms one by one until her eyes widened.

“Thirty-three times?”

I raised an eyebrow.

“I hope the woman survived.”

She picked a long strand of hair off the sofa overlooking the fore deck and held it up.

“I think he had a few,” she said.

I stripped the sheets off the bed while she wiped down the windows, each one smudged with fingerprints.

“This man is a sex machine,” she muttered.

Every time my eyes moved towards the windows, the open sea beyond them sent a chill crawling down my spine. The horizon stretched in endless direction. I forced myself to look away, to think about anything except the yacht and whatever lay beneath the dark water.

After making the bed, I grabbed a fresh trash bag and started picking up the used condoms stuck to the floor. Every single one was stretched to an XL size, making me chuckle at the thought of how big this monster must have been.

I held one up in the air and waved it at Isabella.

“Did you notice how big they are?”

“1Cazzo!“ she laughed, raising an eyebrow as she looked at it.

“Anyway…” I said, tossing it over my shoulder.

A wet slap rang out behind me. And judging by the color draining from Isabella’s face, I’d just hit a person.

My stomach dropped.

I turned around slowly.

A pair of green eyes locked onto mine.

The first thing I noticed was the tattoo on his neck.

Veni, Vidi, Vici.