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"Island Paradise" - Chapter 18 of ?? - Completely re-written
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--> Author: HighlanderJM@hotmail.com
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When someone is very angry and upset, their initial or
gut reaction is often done without much (or any) thought.
If the impulse reaction happens to be bad or negative, it is
oftentimes wrong and later regretted.
Devon's slapping of me upside the face after learning of
my voyeur room was what I would most definitely classify as
an "impulse reaction". She developed a sudden fit of anger
because I had been eavesdropping on not only with her, but
all of the other ladies as well, with my hidden cameras.
As a result, that rage was suddenly channeled to her
right hand - which had greeted my face with a hard and
stinging slap. I felt both dazed and hurt, but was not one
bit angry with Devon herself. I understood her actions.
My only hope was that this "impulse reaction" was one of
those which would be wrong - and later regretted. Otherwise,
I was in some serious trouble in regards to our relationship.
* * *
The look upon Devon's face after she had slapped my face
suggested both anger and shock. The 25-year-old was mad at
me because I had been spying on her and the others since
they arrived on the island three weeks ago.
I believe her shock came from the fact of the sudden
violent rage she had displayed. I'm not quite sure that
Devon - as warm and as friendly as she was - had that in
her. It seemed as though she didn't even know herself.
Perhaps I should not have told her of the voyeur room.
But if she was going to be my soul-mate in life - which
two minutes ago seemed like an excellent possibility -
Devon needed to know everything about me.
Everything.
After several seconds in which she continued glaring at
me, I finally broke the silence. "I deserved that."
The expression upon her face softening somewhat, Devon
still looked mighty angry as she glanced over at the monitor
which showed Stephanie and Trish locked in a tender embrace
and kiss. Trish sighed as Stephanie removed her blouse and,
of course, my surveillance system captured all the action.
"OHMIGOD!" Devon said in a quick verbal burst. "OhmiGod
Jeremy... I can't believe you've been doing this." She
shook her head in denial, her anger transforming into hurt.
"I... I have to tell the others. Now!"
The blonde goddess turned around to exit the voyeur room,
but I placed my hand on her shoulder, stopping her movement.
"You can't tell the others," I informed her. "You promised
me before I showed you this room that you would keep this a
secret." I paused, letting that sink in. "Remember?"
Realizing this as fact, Devon took a few seconds before
turning her head to look back at me. Then, she flailed her
arm in anger - causing me to pull my hand away from her
shoulder. It was a tense moment, indeed.
"Yes I do," she countered in a cold voice. "But that's
a hard promise to keep. A VERY hard promise."
"Why are you so angry?" I asked, knowing the answer.
"Why am I so angry?" she exclaimed, her ire raising again.
"YOU'VE BEEN SPYING ON US FOR WEEKS! We have no privacy!"
Devon hesitated for a moment, then began to tremble in hot
emotion. "Is this how you make your money, Jeremy? Do you
videotape us, and broadcast it over the Internet?"
"That hurt, Devon," I told her, my tone weak and pale.
"Broadcast it over the Internet? I would never do that to
you or any of the other girls. These images are seen by no
one except Kristanna and me." Devon scoffed at those words
as I continued, "You and the other girls... all of you mean
way too much to me. I would never do anything to hurt you."
"Kristanna?" she huffed. "Kristanna is in on this too?"
I slowly nodded my head and responded, "Yes, she is."
"And she goes along with it?"
"Yes," I answered, nodding once more.
"OhmiGod!" Devon exclaimed. "I can't believe this!" A
look of hurt washed across her face as she asked, "How can
you do this to us, Jeremy? WHY do you do it?" My princess
shook her head and added, "If you want to watch any of us
have sex with each other, all you have to do is say so!
Watch us in person! Not like this..." A tear streaked from
Devon's right eye as she momentarily glanced at the image of
Stephanie and Trish kissing one another upon the monitor.
I took a deep breath and offered, "I do admit, I use this
room for sexual voyeurism. But that was not its intent to
begin with. You know the story, Devon. You know why I
brought you and all of the others here for these ten weeks.
I wanted to find someone that I could maybe settle down
with, and marry. The idea was that I would use this room as
a way to evaluate all of you. I could listen to what you
say about me, and gauge whether your feelings are sincere."
"You mean you spy on our private conversations?"
Pouting, I nodded my head. This was obviously not going
the way I had hoped it would. Devon was really mad. "This
room got me to notice you, dear. I listened in on your
conversations with Stephanie about me. The second or third
day here, you were telling Stephanie how much you loved me,
and wanted to be with me. I was really touched, Devon.
Remember our night of candlelight sex and romance? I did
that for you because of what you said to Stephanie about me."
"I can't believe this..." she quaked, her eyes now soaked
with oncoming tears. Devon made a fist and punched me in the
shoulder and cried, "I thought you were different! You have
no right to spy on all of us like this!"
"I know I have no right," were my words. "I know it is
wrong, but using the voyeur room to eavesdrop on all of you
was my only way of trusting whether everyone's intentions
with me were sincere or not. I have had a lot of bad things
happen to me in my life, Devon. I'm not the most trusting
person. The few people I have dated since my break-up with
Victoria wanted nothing but my money. It became a trend."
"Without the voyeur room, Devon, I would have a little
voice in the back of my mind constantly nagging at me. It
would be saying that Devon only wants you for your money...
Devon only wants you for your money. But because of the
voyeur room, I know your intentions with me are sincere. I
have known that from the very beginning, and trusted in it."
After a short pause, Devon trembled once more and said,
"So you brought us all here and studied us like lab rats?"
Ouch.
"You're not getting the point, sweetheart," I told her.
"The point?" she exclaimed. "Oh, I get the point! I get
the point perfectly! I THOUGHT YOU WERE DIFFERENT, JEREMY!
I thought you were good, special... but you're not."
"I am different, Devon," I stressed to her. "No one,
past or present, will ever love you as much as I do. Do you
know how lonely I have been over the past nine years? Hell,
do you know how lonely I have been my ENTIRE LIFE? You are
the best thing that ever happened to me, Devon. You mean so
much to me... you will never know how much. The reason I
told you about my secret - the voyeur room - is because I
love you. I don't want to keep it from you anymore."
"I don't use this place in a negative way," I told her.
"Sure, I enjoy the sex. But I don't do it in a negative
way. I would never do anything to hurt you or the other
girls, Devon... especially you. I love you. I want to be
with you. Nothing that happened between you and the others
will be seen by anyone but me or Kristanna. I promise you."
"You could make a lot of money selling this stuff on the
Internet!" she hissed. "A LOT of money!"
"Sweetheart, I don't need the money," I told her. "I
have stocks and investments all over the world. I have over
a billion dollars to my name. That's BILLION, with a B. I
think you know enough about me by now to realize that I am
not so low and horrible that I would sell videos for profit."
"You're so low and horrible that you would spy on us in
our most private moments, and our conversations!" she shot
back, before shaking her head. "I really thought you were
different, Jeremy. You're nothing but a pervert. Look at
all the tapes and DVD discs around here. I'm sure they're
full of nothing but us in our private moments."
"I'm not a pervert, Devon," I told her, my tone low. "I
am no different than any other man. Any other man, at least
any other NORMAL man... if given the opportunity, would do
the same, exact thing I am. They would bring a group of
women here and spy on them, if given the chance."
I did not want to say this - it would be low on my part -
but perhaps it was a way for Devon to finally see things
from my point of view. "You calling me a pervert, honey,
would be the same as me calling you a drug addict."
Devon almost said something in return, but then hesitated
and became a bit choked up. I struck a nerve within her.
"Are you a drug addict?" I added. "No, you're not. You
made a mistake in life... a horrible mistake, but that does
not make you a bad person. Perhaps I made a mistake too. I
am sorry, Devon, but I have become addicted to this place.
I consider it like a sickness for me. I come in here every
single day and hope that I can tune in to some action. My
goal for these ten weeks has already been accomplished. I
found my future bride... you. Now, I use this place as a
way to get off. I know it is wrong, but I can't help it.
At the same time, though, what I do in here... it's for my
own amusement. I honestly don't think it makes me a bad
person. It is for me. I would never share it with others."
"What about Kristanna?" Devon asked, still hurt.
"Kristanna knows about this place, quite obviously, but
she has been in here perhaps once or twice since returning
to the island. She has no problems with my obsession with
this room, Devon. Kristanna is a woman, just like you and
all the others. She knows it is harmless fun on my part."
"How is it harmless if everything we do is recorded?"
Devon wondered, her eyes flashing.
"Because I would never do anything bad with it," I told
her. "Devon, I swear to you. I know it is wrong. I knew
it was wrong even before we installed the surveillance
system. The purpose was, as I said, to evaluate all of
you. I did not want to fall in love with someone who said
things like, I want his money, behind my back. It has
happened to me before, and I didn't want to go through it
again. I have been hurt enough in my life."
"I never wanted your money!" she shot back. "All I wanted
was to be with you, Jeremy! I could care less about money!"
"I did not know that at the beginning," I told her. "You
latched onto me pretty quickly. I've never had a woman who
is as beautiful and as desirable as you pursue me so hard,
so fast. Without the voyeur room, I am positive that I would
have doubts - even today - about your true feelings for me.
Can't you see, Devon? I fell in love with you because of
this very room. I heard what you said to 'Steph about me."
Devon glanced over at the monitor which displayed the
library. Trish was now splayed out across the table, with
Stephanie seated in a chair, her face firmly placed between
the Canadian's lush thighs. It looked as though Trish was
close to an orgasm, which in my mind, was excellent.
"This is so nasty," Devon commented, shaking her head.
"I bet you have cameras stashed all throughout the mansion."
"And the rest of the island, too, dear."
"Unbelievable," Devon sighed, though her mood seemed to be
softening more and more with every passing second.
Not knowing how she would react, I slowly reached out
with both hands and placed them upon Devon's shoulders.
She flinched for a moment but did not resist. Then, I
brought the goddess to me and offered her a warm embrace.
"I love you, Devon," were my words. "I told you about my
secret BECAUSE I love you." After a short pause, I kissed
her neck and added, "I know why you are upset. I understand
why. But still, all of this... it's for me. It is very
important to me that you understand that."
"I still don't like it," she countered, not making any
motion to return my hug with one of her own. "But you have
my word, Jeremy. I won't tell anyone else." Devon paused
and added, "I've never broken a promise in my life. But
still, this is wrong. Very wrong."
"Perhaps it is," I told her. "But who knows? Maybe
before the others go home, I'll gather up the courage to
tell them about my secret as well." I hesitated, then
smiled. "That could bring five more slaps for my face."
Showing a definite good sign, Devon let out a tiny
giggle in response to my words. It was music to my ears!
It was short-lived, however.
"I need some time to think about all of this," she told
me. "The initial shock has worn off, and I'm no longer mad.
Well... at least I'm no longer BOILING mad."
Still holding her, I stressed, "I love you, Devon. I
want you to know that. I... I'll give the voyeur room up
for you if you want me to. I'll give up everything for you.
The voyeur room, my money, the other girls. I want you to
know that. All I really want is to be with you, Devon. Oh
my... please understand that. Please, Devon... please."
"I'll keep that in mind," she sighed, pulling away from
my arms. "I just need some time to think. I need to get
away for awhile, and think."
"It's nine o'clock," I told her. "Will I see you again
tonight? I really rather you not leave me."
After a short pause, she took a deep breath and replied,
"Yes, you will see me again tonight."
* * *
"I cannot believe yew told Devon about da voyeur room,"
Kristanna said to me an hour later, as she and I lounged
about in my personal suite. "Yew should have kept dat a
secret, ya. But no vorries, Jeremy. I dink Devon vill be
fine vid it. Yew and her are too perfect together."
"I sure hope she is fine with it," were my words. I
looked at my watch for perhaps the millionth time tonight
and sighed, "I wonder what she is thinking right now."
"Everyding vill be okay," the Norwegian implored. "Devon
knows dat she struck gold vid yew. Vy she give it up?"
"I hope you're right, dear."
"I come to yewr suite tonight, dough, to talk about
Lindsay," Kristanna said, changing the subject. "I have
long talk vid Pamela and Amy about dat brat. Ve all agree
dat island vas better place before Lindsay come here."
"What do you mean?" I asked, curious.
"Everyone vas happier before she come here. Pamela and
Amy agree vid me... ve vould not miss her if she go home."
I took a deep breath and sighed. This was turning into
an even worse night than it already was - if that was
possible. "I know that Lindsay really insulted you earlier,
Kristanna. And I know she said things about Devon, too.
But I can't just send her home. It wouldn't be fair."
"Lindsay is only here because of money," Kristanna told
me. "She vants money for her family. It vould be big hit
to me bank account, but I vill pay her da $50,000 if she
agrees to go home. I vant her gone dat much. Pamela and
Amy feel da same way I do. And if Devon knew vat Lindsay
said about her, Devon vould concur, too."
"I couldn't let you pay her all that money," I returned,
shaking my head. "Are you serious, Kristanna? I know you
come from a rich family and all, but that would be over half
of your bank account. I couldn't let you do that."
"My entire bank account vould be vorth it," she countered.
"Lindsay and her childish, selfish attitude is ruining island
for everyone. I know yew like her, Jeremy, but she needs to
go home. Pamela and Amy agree if yew ask dem about it. She
has turned Trish into a crying basket-case. If Lindsay goes
home vid money, she has no hard feelings."
I shook my head and sighed once again. Lindsay's recent
actions really did rub me the wrong way. It was hard for me
to believe that I once considered her on the same level with
Devon. She was very immature and selfish, but in reality,
not much different than the typical 19-year-old girl with
the cheerleader looks and body.
"I will offer her the $50,000," I finally breathed. "I
don't want any of you girls to hate each other, Kristanna.
You are right... things were better before Lindsay was here.
I'll tell Lindsay that she can take the $50,000 and go home.
She can be with her family. That can be the reason."
"I feel sorry for her family," the 22-year-old mused. "I
can only imagine vat she vas like ven growing up."
I frowned at those words, but did not respond to them.
Lindsay did have her good points. It was unfortunate that
she had alienated Kristanna with those insensitive comments
from earlier. Maybe it was best that she returned home. I
would definitely miss having her around here, though...
* * *
All thoughts went from Lindsay and her misguided words to
Devon as my precious sweetheart opened the door to our suite
and strolled inside. Devon had my undivided attention, of
course, as well as Kristanna's. Indeed, this was the moment
of truth. Devon had over an hour to gather her thoughts.
The distressed look upon her face, though, was not promising.
"I've had some time to think," Devon said, her eyes racked
with tears. "I've come to a decision, too." She hesitated
for a moment, then sighed and remarked, "I'm sorry, Jeremy,
but I think it's best that we no longer see each other."
"What?" I countered, my heart feeling as though it had
just dropped all the way to my toes.
"You heard me," she said, tears now flowing down her face.
"I can't see you anymore, Jeremy. In fact, I want to go
home. I never thought I would want to go back to my parents
in Pennsylvania, but I do. I want to go home." Now crying,
Devon murmured, "I'll b-buy my own ti-ticket, and pa-pay your
friend with the helicopter to fly me to the airport." She
paused and concluded, "I wa-want to go home n-n-now..."
"No..." I quaked, my whole body trembling uncontrollably.
"Devon... I... I... I love you. Please... no."
"Call your fr-friend," she sobbed. "If you really love
me, Jeremy, you will do me this favor. I... I'm sorry, but
I can't see you anymore. Our relationship is over." Devon
brought a hand to her face and covered it, then turned and
ran off down the corridor as if she was shot out of a cannon.
"Devon!" Kristanna exclaimed, suddenly raising up and
chasing after her. Meanwhile, I crumpled down to the floor
and sighed in the greatest, most intense amount of emotional
hurt I had EVER felt. My whole body was quivering with
pain. I wanted to curl up and die. My Devon was gone...
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