Valentino's POV
"You have got to be kidding me."
Then enter and take your belongings by yourself.
"Sure, thanks!"
I made fun of her by saying, "I can't see any puppy eyes," which made her kick her feet and sigh in frustration. She rolled her eyes and inhaled deeply.
Again pleading with those gorgeous puppy eyes wide open, she said, "Please."
I don't think I've ever seen a woman in just a towel do anything cuter.
Nice, but no. I'm still sluggish.
"Ugh!" Once again groaning and stamping her feet, she let go of the door and opened it just a little.
She appeared angry and heated.
"I'm done appeasing all of your petty requests." She pointed to the front door and said, "now you get out and let me change," which caused her towel to come loose.
She caught it just in time as it was about to fall and tightened it around her small frame. How discouraging?
And why should I go elsewhere?
She complained, "You are shamelessly staring at me while I'm naked."
"Perhaps if you take off that towel, we'll get the ideal definition of nakedness," I suggested.
In your sleep, you won't be able to see my body.
Nothing brand-new to me, Princess. I can assure you that I am familiar with the appearance of a woman's body in its natural state.
"You lunatic," I'm not from the streets. I tell you what. I could care less. Search all you like. It won't take anything away from me, she sulked before marching haughtily into the bedroom.
These sweet little debates were my favorites. They enabled me to escape my demanding and stressful existence.
I observed her choosing her outfit as she sat on the couch, holding her suitcase.
She selected a pair of black off-the-shoulder blouses and yellow ripped skinny pants. She secretly removed something else, possibly her underpants.
She pulled a face at me, picked up her things, and went to the restroom. Cute!
Was this the opposite side Caylee mentioned?
After eating our breakfast, which I had prepared while she got dressed, we were on the road about two hours later.
We completed all the requirements, and two more hours later we were prepared to engage in our favorite activities.
Deep waters terrified Caylee. She only felt at ease in swimming pools. Scuba diving was never her thing. We typically did things she enjoyed, so I hadn't dove in for a while. I didn't want to put her in a bad situation.
We conducted our crucial buddy checks, with each of us inspecting the other's gear. No pipes were bent. In the tanks are air, releases, and weights.
We eventually moved to the side of the boat and sat down with our backs to the water. I gave Myrah the go-ahead sign by forming an o with my thumb, second finger, and other raised fingers.
We turned over backward, lowered our masks, and instantly vanished beneath the water.
Deep under the sea, it was wonderful and felt like another world. Schools of colorful fish and unusual blooms adorned the sandy bottom of the pool, which was incredibly clean.
I could see that Myrah was also enjoying the moment next to me because she had a smile on her face.
I was at a stunning location with a stunning individual who undoubtedly had dark secrets to keep hidden but was still smiling as if everything was fine.
She was enjoying the time as freely as a bird in the deep blue underwater realm, and I could see she liked the water. I also did.
Over the course of the following several days, we enjoyed some enjoyable underwater adventures while visiting an additional ten diving locations.
The most important thing was that we left aside all of our disagreements, issues, and tension while we lived in the moment. We went on guided walks, island tours, cruised during lovely sunsets, and more.
Myrah was as free as a bird, and I got to hear her laugh and grin. Her voice was also natural. I knew all of this was only a blip. We would return to our pointless arguments and coldness as soon as we returned to New York and continued living our regular lives in the outside world.
After two weeks of being by ourselves, it was finally our last day of our honeymoon. We were both going to miss this location.
Here, we had made memories without even intending to.
We had foreign meals and drinks while sitting on the beach's sand and watching the sun go down.
We saw enormous turtles and heard chirping birds up in the trees. It's like a swan song.
What follows all of this, then? Myrah asked, her once-bright eyes now filled with grief as she gazed at the sea.
We return home and carry on with our regular lives. I doubt I'll ever be this relaxed again because I'll be so busy.
Will you be engaged in any work?
"Yes." We are introducing a brand-new line of diamond settings. We'll be working together for a while because Alisa will be modeling for the project.
"Wow." If so, she must be very wealthy. What projects are you working on with my family, and what exactly is the purpose of our contract?
She was unaware of the terms of the contract, then.
We want advantages, of course. For instance, we only get to pay 25% of the cost of shipping, while the Alexander's receive perks for shipments to the East. As a result in my of Dante's advantages for the South, our family now benefits.
We are combining our media empires to offer real-time stock information to investors in order to increase revenue, and we'll sell it off after a year. If we sell the companies immediately as individuals, we'll receive three times as much. That is our primary endeavor. You can read the contract, or I will fill you in on the details as we proceed.
"Fine." After all, it's always about the cash.
"Alton said you'd be coming to work for my business the entire year, so I'll talk to my team and let you know when you'll start working."
Really? "That's incredible." She said eagerly, I really want to start working today.
If you're interested, you may start by volunteering in the interim.
"Please" say yes. I absolutely adore doing good deeds and am more than eager to help out.
"Well, that's good." When we get to New York, I'll give you a tour right away.
She said, "Perfect," before getting up and walking over to the ocean.
I just stood there, appreciating how carefree she was at this time, as she started playing with the water.
"Down here is pretty enjoyable." Over the crashing waves in the sea, she said, "Come on and join me."
No thanks. "I'm fine here," I said.
Myrah dragged me up after running back to me.
"Valentino, hurry up." Please, only once more. I couldn't help but give her puppy eyes as she begged us to conclude this on a memorable note.
We soon got into a fierce water fight, which I hadn't seen in a long time.
I was pursuing her with water in my hands towards the end of the day. We were both drenched in water.
She was quite the athlete, but I quickly caught up with her, and I caught her so hard that I landed on top of her as she collapsed on the ground on her back.
As our eyes met, I took care not to trample her under my feet. She and I both started to sweat.
I was powerless against her. Even though I knew I would immediately regret it, I wanted to taste her lips because they were just too alluring to resist.
I could feel her eyes on my lips as well, so I knew the affection was shared.
The sea waves swept over us as I was ready to kiss her, stunning both of us and causing us to hastily rush off to a dr
y beach, where we were able to laugh off the awkwardness.
What a harsh wake-up call from nature! Memorable, for sure.