The place was wonderful; we were surrounded by mountains, water, and greenery. Our villa was on the water. The gentle lapping of the waves against the wooden stilts of the villa created a soothing melody that instantly put me at ease. The moonlight danced on the surface of the water, casting a silver glow that made the entire scene look like something out of a dream.
He held my hand and gave me a tour of the place: the suite, the outdoor barbecue with chairs matching the aesthetic, one bedroom with a large bed, an unsuited bathroom, a Jacuzzi, and a bar area. The clothes were neatly packed in the drawers. He bought me clothes, shoes, and jewellery; everything was organized. He thought well, and indeed this was paradise.
"Are you tired?" he asked.
"No, but I am hungry."
"Go freshen up. I will call in room service."
I smiled and headed towards the luxurious bathroom. The marble countertops gleamed under the soft lighting, and the scent of fresh flowers filled the air. As I washed my hands and splashed my face with cool water, I couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement. This was more than just a getaway; it was a dream come true.
After freshening up, I slipped into one of the loose beige dresses with a black matching bathing suit he had chosen for me. The fabric felt smooth against my skin, and the fit was perfect. I took a moment to admire my reflection in the mirror, feeling a sense of gratitude and anticipation for the evening ahead.
When I returned to the living area, he was already on the phone, speaking softly to the room service. He looked over at me and smiled, his eyes full of warmth and affection.
"Just a few more minutes," he said as he hung up. "I ordered your favorite."
We settled onto the sofa on the patio with a campfire, the moonlight sparkling shiny in the water sea of stars. The ambiance was tranquil; it wasn't long before a gentle knock on the door signaled the arrival of our meal.
The room service cart was wheeled in, laden with an array of dishes that looked as delectable as they smelled. There were appetizers, entrees, and desserts, each one more enticing than the last. As we began to dine, the conversation flowed easily, sipping wine.
"This is perfect," I said, savoring a bite of the exquisite cuisine. "Thank you."
"Don't thank me yet, Rain."
"Why?" I asked, taking another sip of wine.
"If you want this for both of us, I need to hear you say it."
"That depends."
"On what?"
"How you treat me."
"I will give you the world, but first," he said as he moved from his seat and sat right beside me, took a sip, and licked his lips.
"Know that I am very toxic. I am a jealous type."
want to go all in, but he kept quiet for a while, searching for my reaction.
I put the wine glass down lean closer to him and hold his hand.
I hope you won't regret it.
Shh, I put my index finger up. All I want is home. Love me and make me yours alone, eyes sparkling.