Crash-landed On An Island With Nine Beauties novel Chapter 149

"What a view."

Damien pushed his face to the sky, as the gentle shrills of cool breeze teased every corner of his face. He loved the gentleness and peace which came with the moment. His eyes shut and his lips paved occasionally.

He was standing on the deck of the yacht, beyond some lounge chairs which were set there for sun basking.

The recent memory of his experience with Claire lingered in his brain. He would toss the thought to this side and that side.

He couldn't draw an inference, nor come to a conclusion. He didn't want to dwell on a particular side, no matter how much he wanted to.

"She loves me?"

He repeated the words. He didn't know why he should dwell on that.

WRONG THOUGHT. I SHOULDN'T THINK ABOUT THINGS LIKE THAT. IT MIGHT BE THE SPUR OF THE MOMENT THING. SOMETHING SHE WANTED TO SAY SO THAT I COULD HAVE SEX WITH HER. PERHAPS SHE WAS VERY HORNY AND WANTED ME TO FUCK HER... AND THEN SHE DECIDED TO SAY SOMETHING MUSHY.

He nodded to the thought.

"That must be it. Absolutely."

He needed a sort of distraction. His clone was still driving the yacht. He needed a time to himself that was why he went outside of the yacht.

Again, the image of Claire about to cum zoomed past his mind. He chuckled at the way she screamed, her eyes twirling in her sockets as though she was possessed by the fiercest demon in the entire world.

"If the room was not soundproof, I wonder what the rest of the girls would had thought I was doing to her. What a crazy girl."

He chuckled again. Then something occured to him.

SHIT! I DIDN'T WANT TO DWELL ON IT.

He tossed the thought aside and flipped the system window up. If he didn't want the thoughts to haunt him, he needed a good distraction. A handful amount of distraction.

"Was I able to capture all the moment. I thought I did."

He scrolled through the system.

"I remember activating the camera Function with my mind."

His finger hovered over the content. He heaved a sigh of relief.

"Thank God, it worked. I did take enough videos."

He opened one file... it was a scene of him diving into the mouth of the Ljorde. When he watched himself swallowed up, he flinched.

"Oh my goodness, was that how the girls felt watching me?"

He felt bad for them. Then he knitted the frown again.

"They are not worthy of my pity. Who knows what they are up to. I can never trust them... until they prove themselves worthy of my trust."

He paused for a while.

"But why should I even trust them? We have a score to settle."

He scrolled to another video and tapped it on. It was the scene when the yacht had almost lost its control and was zooming towards the six necks of the Ljorde.

"Yes. This should do. Let's see how these nether ones would handle this."

He pushed the video to his mobile phone, whose functions had been duplicated to the system. The video then was uploaded to YouTube.

Title: Charybdis - A cakewalk.

Channel Name - ...

"Uhmm, what should be the name of my channel? UHMMM..."

He hadn't thought of it before. He typed in.

"Nether Discoveries: Pee your pants."

He stared at the channel name for a while. He knew that there was more than something which was wrong with it. Yet,

"I'll think of something else later. Let's see if this gets any attention. I doubt it."

He closed the window and wanted to pushed it back in when something occured to him.

"Sarah Elisa Colton."

He muttered the name.

"She must have been calling me."

He reached out his hand into the system safe store and brought out his phone which he had kept there.

He unlocked it and saw several missed calls.

"3 missed calls... each for everyday."

He was going to dial the number when he saw another one.

"107 missed calls? What the fuck? I'm about to kill this Mathew shithead..."

He grunted in displeasure.

"How dare he call me more than once, does he have a death wish?"

Something interesting occured to him and his nerves became to calm.

"If he called this constantly, then it only means one thing. Probably there is something very urgent which he wanted or wants to tell me."

He was going to dial the number, but hesitated again. He shook his head.

"That bastard has no fear of me... he might be calling just to tell me what I already know. I can talk to him later."

He decided to call Elisa first. He put the call through. It didn't even ring before she had picked it up,

"Boss... Boss... Mr Damien... how are you... are you well...?"

He pushed his phone away from his ear, she was too loud.

"Did you miss me that much... or you just can't wait to get a taste of my cock?"

He started.

"Oh God..."