Total pages in book: 133
Estimated words: 133127 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 666(@200wpm)___ 533(@250wpm)___ 444(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 133127 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 666(@200wpm)___ 533(@250wpm)___ 444(@300wpm)
He tightens his grip on my hand and gestures to the stairs again. “Tully, watch what you’re doing, please.”
“Oh my God, let me take a photo.” I stop to get my phone out of my bag.
“You can’t be serious!” he snaps. “You’re going to break your fucking neck in a moment.”
I smile mischievously. “Do you want to carry me down the steps, Dad?”
“It’s a lot safer than you walking them alone, that’s for sure. You’re worse than a two-year-old.”
“My two-year-old is going to be a lot naughtier than this.” I huff.
He stares at me blankly for a moment, as if the thought that he may one day have naughty children has never crossed his mind before now.
“What?” I smirk as we get to the bottom of the steps and walk across the tarmac.
“You think your children will be naughty? Doesn’t everyone usually start out with belief that their children will be perfect?” He frowns.
I smile goofily at the ridiculous notion. “Well, I was a nightmare as a child, and I’m pretty sure you were a nightmare, too. Together, that’s a whole lot of nightmares.”
His eyes flick over to me as he does the math. “Whatever. We’ll be too busy having wild sex to parent any kids, properly” he mutters under his breath.
“Brock, we can’t have sex if I have children,” I tell him seriously.
He frowns over at me. “Why not?”
“Because my vagina will be too stretched out,” I whisper, glancing around to make sure no one else can hear us.
He smirks as he hands his passport over to the customs officer on the desk. “Lucky we have option B then, isn’t it?”
The custom officer’s eyes roam over Brock as he approaches the desk, and she smiles as she reads his name
Ugh, I’m right here, you know!
She goes through all of the official checks with us both, and then she looks up and smiles sexily at him. “Have a nice trip, Mr. Marx.”
His eyes hold hers. “Thank you. I will.”
She twirls her hair and her smile turns into a flirtatious grin. Brock looks over at me and smirks as we walk off. He loves the fact that every woman who sees him goes weak at the knees.
“I wouldn’t get excited,” I whisper. “She probably fucks anything that moves.”
He chuckles as he takes my hand in his. “I’m sure she does.”
Our driver pulls into the large circular driveway. I peer out of the car like a little child. “This is where we’re staying?” I frown.
“Uh-huh. Out you get, Pock.” He kisses my fingertips and climbs out of the car.
I read the hotel sign:
The Halekulani
“Wow,” I whisper in awe. This is the most beautiful resort I have ever seen. There’s a large, marble open foyer filled with fancy looking bellboys. It has huge archways that lead out onto beautiful manicured lawns. Beyond that there’s a huge pool with white deck chairs and umbrellas lining the edges. At the back of the pool you can see the ocean. This place has restaurants, cocktail bars, and beautiful people scattered everywhere. I look around, lost in the magic of it all.
Brock comes around, opens my door, and pulls me out of the car by my hands. “Brock, this is amazing.”
“Only the best for my girl.” He smirks down at me.
“My blow job skills aren’t this good.” I giggle.
He smiles broadly and raises an eyebrow. “I’ll be the judge of that.”
We make our way through the building, and a private attendant gives us a tour of the resort before she takes us up to our room. She opens the huge double doors and my breath instantly catches in the back of my throat. The whole back wall is glass windows that overlook the pool and ocean. The king bed and all the furnishings are luxurious. I gasp out loud.
“My God, it’s beautiful,” I whisper to myself.
The kind looking attendant smiles. “It’s the Halekulani way.”
“Wow,” I mouth. Halekulani Heaven, more like it.
“This is your air conditioning temperature control.” She shows us. “This is your in-house service.” She flicks through and shows us everything. “Your rooms will be serviced three times a day.”
“Three times?” I gasp.
She smiles warmly. “You have your morning clean, and then we top up your ice bucket and deliver your fresh fruit platter every afternoon. We also offer a full turn down service every night.”
I look over to see a silver ice bucket is filled with ice, and there are thick crystal glass tumblers sitting beside it. There’s also a large tray of exotic fruit all cut up into fancy shapes. There are beautiful orchids in vases in the bathroom and the bedroom.
Holy shit, this place on another level.
“Would there be anything else?” She smiles.
I shake my head. “No, thank you.”
“All of the concierge staff members here are bilingual, so if you need anything at anytime from anywhere, we’re at your service. We also have an in-house doctor and physiotherapist in case you have an injury during your stay.”