Don’t question me!
I am so fucking done with their supposedly good-natured advice. Neither Noemi nor Conrad was there to witness her state of mind. I was. Zara might be tough, but we all have our breaking point, and I’ve seen hers once. I won’t allow it to happen again.
Unable to sleep, I search for potential honeymoon locations and decide on a private island in the Maldives.
If it were up to me, we would spend the rest of our lives there, unbothered by reality, but instead, I book the exclusive location for two weeks. Just us, far away from our regular lives, unburdened by the fear that something could snatch her from me.
In bed, I stare at the ceiling, the past and present meshing into one image. I miss her body pressed into the curve of mine. Her smile. Her teasing. Everything.
Instinct leads me, and I press video call, wishing she never doubts my feelings for her. Even if the entire world paints me as the monster, I want her to remember that my love—as obsessive, mad, and reckless as it is—is the catalyst driving me.
When the call connects, I see her in bed, a towel wrapped around her head.
No makeup. No mask, just pure natural beauty that takes my breath away.
“The bed feels empty without you. Come back,” I groan low, hoping to convince her to return and never leave again.
“It’s your turn,” she reminds me in a sweet voice ringing of yearning.
“I could come right now.”
She bites her lip, eyes softening. “I must focus. I can’t focus with you here.”
I arch a brow, my voice dropping to a flirtatious tone. “Do I distract you?”
“Yes, and we both know you’ll get your way if you want to.”
“You love when I get my way,” I say hoarsely, my voice betraying my desire.
Heat crawls up her neck, painting a blush on her cheeks, and fuck if I don’t get hard. Good. I want her to be as desperate for me as I am for her, though I doubt that’s possible.
“I booked our honeymoon,” I say, changing the topic to preserve the sham of control.
She sighs at me, features pulled taut into a sad expression. “You’re always rushing through things, Vian. Savor it, baby.”
I am savoring every moment, all right; I am just terrified I won’t be able to for long.
The endearment slides down my chest like liquid warmth, melting the ice block and reviving my heart. “Call me that again,” I demand, voice tinged with longing.
“Baby?”
“Mm-hmm. Fuck, that sounds good.” I forgot how good.
“And when are we supposed to go on this honeymoon?”
“Right after your business meeting.”
Her brows scrunch together in a cute frown. “I would miss my therapist appointment.”
I wave a nonchalant hand through the air while every muscle in my body clamps tight enough to snap. “Reschedule it. I’ll make it up to you.”
She looks ahead, considering it and that right there tells me she is torn.
“You and I on a secluded island…” I continue planting the idea of pleasure in her head.
She taps her chin, a flirtatious smile curling the corner of her mouth. “Sounds kinky.”
I chuckle like the completely smitten man I am. “You have a dirty mind.”
