Desiree's POVCaspian's hands are on either side of my head, and his lips hover just a breath away from mine. Every inch of me wants to stay angry, to hold on to the frustration and the fight, but how can I when he’s standing so close, looking at me like I’m the only thing in the world that matters?He just told me he loves me.And, well, I don’t know what to say.“You don’t have to say anything, Desiree,” he says softly, as if reading my mind. “I know I’ve made mistakes. Hell, I’ve probably made more than my fair share. But one thing I’m not going to mess up is us. I won’t let anyone or anything take you away from me.”I bite my lip, the weight of his words sinking in. I’m quiet for a moment, just thinking. My heart is pounding, and for a second, I wonder if he can hear it. I let out a small breath. “You always know how to sweet-talk your way out of trouble, don’t you?”He smirks. “And you’re always looking for fresh trouble to throw at me.”“Are you calling me a troublemaker?” I ask
He doesn't need to be told twice. In one swift motion, he descends onto the bed, his lips claiming mine in a passionate kiss. The intensity of our embrace leaves me breathless, and I surrender to the moment, forgetting about everything else.Suddenly, he rips my dress in half. "Jesus, Caspian," I say, surprised. "That's Chanel.""I'll buy you a thousand more.”"You better," I say, as he begins to remove the damaged dress from my body. His touch is gentle, yet firm, and I feel a sense of anticipation building within me."When have I ever not been capable?" he asks, his voice low and husky. Oh, for a moment there, I forgot I was talking to a man on Forbes' richest list.My thoughts are cut short as Caspian removes my bra and panties, his eyes never leaving mine. "You have such lovely skin," he says. "So spotless.""All thanks to you," I reply. "I can afford expensive skincare."Caspian laughs, the sound deep and rumbling. "If you think you got this from skincare, you have another thin
"Please," I whisper. "Please, Caspian."He buries his head back between my legs and continues exploring, this time so wildly like a starved animal.I feel it building, the pleasure mounting, the tension growing. And then, in an instant, it's released. A wave of pleasure crashes over me.I scream his name, my voice echoing through the room. I'm lost in the sensations, my mind clouded by pleasure.As I come down from my orgasm, I feel Caspian's lips on my skin, his tongue tracing patterns against my flesh."You were amazing," he says.He kisses me, his lips tender and passionate. As we kiss, I feel a sense of completeness, a sense of being whole.In that moment, I know that I'm exactly where I'm meant to be. With Caspian, in his arms.He pulls away and positions himself at my entrance. "Are you ready for this?" he asks."Yes," I moan, my body aching for him. "I need you to fuck me, Caspian. Now."He thrusts into me, his body slamming into mine with a force that leaves me breathless. I c
Caspian's POVDesiree has packed three large bags for the Santorini trip. As I watch her zip the last one, I can't help but raise an eyebrow.“It’s a one-week event,” I say, glancing at the mountain of luggage. “What could you possibly need to fill three bags?”She doesn't look up. She sits on the bag, trying to zip it closed. “Change of clothes,” she grunts, tugging at the zipper. “You’re always busy, Caspian. We hardly ever go anywhere together. And now, by some miracle, Mike and Mabel planned an event in fucking Santorini. Do you even know how long I’ve wanted to go there?”She's still struggling with the bag, huffing and puffing. A part of me wants to help, but there's something oddly entertaining about watching her fight with the luggage, her red hair flying everywhere, determination written all over her face. The way she bounces up and down…“You never said you wanted to go to Santorini,” I say, leaning against the doorframe, smirking a little. “We could’ve arranged that.”She f
Desiree stiffens beside me. Her excitement from moments ago seems to drain out of her."Paul? Gladys?" I say, barely concealing the edge in my voice. "What the hell are you doing here?"Paul chuckles like it’s the most casual thing in the world. "We thought we’d surprise you! Isn’t this great? All of us together in Santorini.”"Surprise us?" Desiree’s voice is cold, her hand slipping from mine. "What kind of surprise brings her along?" She nods toward Gladys, her eyes narrowing. And then she turns to Paul. “And you too. I still remember you being a son of a bitch.”Gladys steps forward, her smile never faltering. "Oh, Desiree, sweetheart. I didn't realize I was such an unwelcome guest." Her voice drips with false sweetness, the kind that makes my blood boil.Desiree crosses her arms, not bothering to hide her distaste. "You know exactly what you're doing, Gladys."“Come on,” Paul says. “We're family. Yeah, we fucked up. But let's move past that. I thought you’d be happy to see us."I
Desiree glances at me out of the corner of her eye, her lips twitching like she’s debating whether to stay mad at me or give in. After a short while, she tilts the phone toward me, scrolling back to the beginning of the flight.“Here’s the first one,” she says, her voice a little softer now. It’s a shot of her in front of the jet, her hair blowing in the wind and that excited, almost childlike smile on her face. I can't help but smile too.“And this one,” she continues, swiping to the next photo. It's her making a goofy face in the luxurious cabin of my private jet, her tongue sticking out while she flashes a peace sign. “I was trying to get you to smile in this one, but you were too busy brooding.”“I wasn’t brooding,” I say defensively, though the truth is I probably was. “I was... thinking.”She arches an eyebrow. “Thinking? Sure, let's go with that.”We fall into a comfortable silence as she scrolls through more pictures—selfies, shots of the island from the window, random pictu
Desiree's POVI don’t even know how I feel right now.The trip to Santorini had been wonderful. On the plane, at least. Caspian’s private jet had spoiled me with luxury, and for a while, I was lost in the excitement. But meeting Paul and Gladys at the airport had really pissed me off. I’d felt my stomach twist the moment I saw them stepping out of the car like they belonged here.But I can't stay angry when I'm with Caspian.He has this way of disarming me, making me forget why I’m mad in the first place. But that doesn't mean the frustration has disappeared entirely. I just... bury it. As we walk through the entrance of the hotel, the lobby is eerily quiet, almost too quiet for such an extravagant place. The usual bustle of guests is absent, replaced by the soft hum of air conditioning and the occasional rustle of curtains. Even the staff seems subdued, moving like ghosts as they prepare for what will likely turn this serene location into a battleground.“I still can’t believe you
It’s early morning, and the sound of Caspian’s vibrating phone pulls me from sleep. The steady buzz is relentless, and I groan, shifting under the covers.“Caspian,” I murmur, reaching out to nudge him. No response.I roll over and give him a firmer shake. “Are you going to get that?”He stirs, rubbing his face as he grabs the phone from the nightstand. “Hello?” His voice is groggy. “Yes, we got in yesterday. Of course, we’ll be there. Alright. Bye.”I prop myself up on one elbow, narrowing my eyes at him. “Who was that?”“Mike,” Caspian says, dropping the phone back on the stand. “He says we’re all having breakfast together in thirty minutes.”“Thirty minutes? And he’s just now telling us?” I toss the covers off, already feeling the rush of panic. Caspian sighs, leaning back into the pillows like he’s still too exhausted to function. “You can start getting ready. I can’t feel my legs. You destroyed me last night.”I laugh, swinging my legs out of bed. “Try to keep up, old man.”With