Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33243 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33243 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
I never thought of getting married or having my own family, but how can I ever let Zara go? No way. She’s mine for life. She’s stuck with me forever. As for kids, we’ll see.
On our honeymoon in Greece, we arrive to find massive bouquets covering almost every inch of floor space in our villa. I’m momentarily confused if I just mistakenly stepped into a garden. White roses, red roses, pink roses, tulips, sunflowers, and … wait, is that a daisy?
Turning to the staff, I ask, “Do you normally go all-out for guests like this?”
The young girl shakes her head. “No. Someone named Justin Fielding called the front desk and said he was sending some flowers to your room. Do you not know him? Should I call security?”
Zara smiles at her. “It’s fine. Thank you. Justin is his brother.”
When it’s just the two of us in the spacious villa that overlooks the ocean, I call Justin.
“Alec.”
“Hey, Jus. Uhm, I think you went overboard with the flowers. I’m about to spend the next hour sneezing on my honeymoon.”
Someone laughs behind him, and Jasper calls out, “Don’t worry, baby brother. He sent me one too and Jameson and Mrs. Leeds. You can just imagine Mrs. Leeds’ reaction when she walked into her office and saw a bunch of lilies on her desk.”
Mrs. Leeds is Justin’s secretary—a stern, 60-plus-something old woman who takes no shit from anyone, including Justin himself.
I drop the call and find Zara standing on the balcony, arms resting on the grille, her legs on full display, and her ass in the air. She’s wearing a bikini top and denim cutoffs.
She casts a dirty look over her shoulder. “I wonder what we should do for the next ten days. I don’t want you to get bored.”
I haul her body to mine, rubbing my rock-hard erection against her ass. “You’re gonna stay in bed because after our honeymoon is over, you won’t be able to walk for weeks.”
“Promise?”
“Promise.”
The End.