Lovers In Paradise

Isabella's POV

DAY 2 OF 3

In life, they say that when you dig a grave for someone, dig two graves. Last night was absolutely out of this world. The food at the restaurant was amazing and so was the conversation. I was with a handsome and charming man who treated me like a queen.

I have never even allowed myself to feel something remotely even close to what I was feeling right now. I now know that there is a heaven for I have found an angel. I wish that we had at a different time, a time where I was a different person.

I have never hated my life more than I do right now. A night with him and it felt like was living for the first time in my life. I was simply me and he was more than happy with that. I didn't have to pretend with him, every laugh was real, every smile was genuine even my happiness felt real.

Which is why I am lying in bed wondering if this weekend was a good idea. At least with the con I knew what I was doing. I knew my mission and what needed to be done, I knew what I had to do, this whole "going with the flow" thing was a bit too much for me.

I see the way he looks at me when he thinks I am looking, the way he looks into my eyes when he speaks to me and I feel the love in him when he touches me. After food at the restaurant we went dancing and he has moves. We did shots and we even sang on the bar.

Well I blame that entirely on the vodka shots. I didn't know that I could dance that much before last night. I got a chance to do what I have always wanted, to be normal, to have fun and feel real joy.

I think it rained sometime in the night and I can't remember correctly but I remember singing Rihanna's Umbrella in the rain. You see what this guy is doing to me? In the short time that we have been together, he is already making me feel like this is where I belong.

I would like to think so too but the truth is that this is all just a fantasy and in a few days I will be gone and he will never see me again. I don't know what it is but there's a slight pain in my heart at the thought of never being able to see him again.

At some point in the night we ended up cuddled up on the sofa near the fire place where I fell asleep on his shoulders. I don't know what happened but when I opened my eyes a few minutes ago, I was sleeping alone. I was wearing his t-shirt.

I took my phone on the nightstand and as expected, no calls from my mother, the only thing she cares about is money, I have since realised how shallow we are driven by material things that have no value to personal growth.

Right now that waitressing job doesn't seem too bad, at least I would be making an honest living for a change. I mean if I ever have a daughter, is this the kind of life I want for her? I don't think so. My sister loves the con as much as Mama does.

I think that I will be well within my rights if I quit and let them do their thing on their own. Which is why I hope that Mama finds the perfect mark this time around, we are in New York, I am sure that the possibilities are endless.

I put the phone back on the night stand and I got out of bed. I went to mirror and almost screamed at my reflection, the mascara had smudged, I think the rain might have helped with that and my hair looked like a crows nest, which means a lot of conditioning.

I wonder what would my say if she saw me right now. I might look like a hot mess but I was happy, very happy. I to the bathroom and I brushed my teeth. I then took off his t-shirt and I took a shower. There was no ways I was going to let him see me this way.

I don't know if I am happy or disappointed that I ended up in bed alone. I took a shower and when I got out, the bed was made and the clothes I was wearing lasyt night where washed and neatly packed on the bed.

I guess this means that his housekeeping staff was back home. I didn't mind making my own bed but I also didn't mind that someone did it. I would have probably done a terrible job, especially with all the pillows.

I went into the closet hoping to find my suitcase but instead my clothes were neatly hung in the closet. I must admit that I was impressed. I peeked outside the window and it looked sunny, I chose a blue mini tunic and my brown gladiator sandals. I put some perfume.

I didn't put on any make up, I just tied my hair into and messy bun. I looked at the mirror and even though I was hungover, I was happy.  I was about to go out when a soft knock came on the door.

"Come in..." I said.

"Oh you're up, good morning beautiful." He said with a smile.

"Good morning..." I said.

"How are you feeling? " He asked me.

"Like I was hit by a bus, I think that I might be hungover." I said.

"I wanted to see if you're awake, the chef made us breakfast by the pool, I'll get you something for the headache" He said.

"Okay thank you, I will be down in a few." I said.

I took my phone and I went downstairs, he was waiting for me with two tablets and a glass of water. I loved how effeciant he was.

"Here, this will help with the headache." He said and gave me the pills and water.

"Thank you." I took it and I drank the pills. 

"So how do you feel about the open sea?" He asked me. It was very sudden and I didn't know what to say about that. I have never not enjoyed myself in the ocean, which is why diving is one of my favourite things to do.

"Well, I love the sea, please don't tell me that I got drunk last night and asked you to go diving with me." I said, I was mortified. The last thing I wanted was to reveal personal information about myself, the lesser he knew about me, the better it will be for the both of us. 

"On the contrary, I love the sea myself, which is why I am changing our breakfast plans." He said.

"You are ?" I said because I didn't even know we had breakfast plans, I should check my drinking next time, I think that I might have went a bit overboard last night, I don't even know how to deal with that.

"Yes, let's go... Breakfast awaits my lady." He said with a smile and took my hand. I don't know why does this guy keep on making things even harder for me, I am supposed to be moving away from him and not running towards him. 

"So do I need to change?" I asked him.

"No, you're perfect." He said with a smile.

We went out of the house and the driver was waiting for us, I thought that we were going to use the car but he led me to the back of the house where there was a helicopter. It looked small but nice. I have been on a plane a lot of times but never in a helicopter.

"Dude! You have freaking helicopter in your backyard? What don't you have?" I asked him.

"You..." He said.

"No fair, remember that we have a deal remember?" I asked him.

"I know but that doesn't mean that I have to like it..." He said as we walked to the helicopter.

"So who's going to drive this thing." I asked him as we walked to the helicopter.

"I am, relax, I have a licence..." He said as opened the door for me and he lifted me to the seat. I didn't think he would actually pick me up but I kind of liked it. He then secured the safety belts and gave me headsets.

"Put those on..." He said.

He went to the pilot's seat and he got in. He looked at me and he kissed me, it was deep, it was meaningful and it was passionate, I wonder what would have happened if we weren't in this small plane.

I will be honest, I have never liked helicopters, if I am to be honest, small planes are not my thing, my second husband had a private jet, I never liked it. It was the first thing I sold when we got a divorce.

I am not even twenty eight and I have already divorced more that twice. I have never even been in love. My mother said that love is comfort food for the weak. I wonder if she knew what she was talking about.

How can someone who has never been in love possibly know anything about love? I mean does she even have feelings? I am not made like her and if I was not an exact copy of hers, I would think that we were not related.

All my life I have always felt like I didn't fit in with them, they work so well together and this thing comes like second nature to them. I count even remember the countless times I spent in the bathroom trying to wash the shame.

I would scrub myself until my body turned red. I can't even mention the times I have cried myself to sleep wondering if this is really the life I wanted to live. My mother was never big on us having careers of our own.

She damn nearly had a heart attack when she found out that not only had I applied for college, but for the fact that I actually got in. They were going to give me a full scholarship. 

She told me that I was selfish for even applying to colleges, she said that pretty girls like me didn't need school. I wish I had taken a stand and stood up for myself. I thought that if I got into college, she might see a different life for me.

I mean all parents want only the best things in life die their children. I wonder in what world does my mother think that what we are doing is right. I mean we are basically ruining people's lives for money.

My biggest concern was paying off the debt that my sister got us into, which is another reason why we have to move as after away from Alabama as possible. I watched as he started the helicopter, the blades started to spin.

"Flight 23 Alpha Tango ready for take off..." He spoke through the speaker.

"What's the destination for flight Tango Alpha?" Someone on the other line answered.

"Flight 23 Alpha Tango destination is the Pacific ocean." He said.

"Flight 23 Alpha Tango cleared for take off..." Someone said.

"What?" I asked him with a smile.

"Hang on baby..." He said as he took off.

"This is beautiful..." I said.

"Yes, I love the view from you here too." He said with a bright smile. He flew us and he kept on showing me famous places in the city. 

After a short while we were in the middle of the ocean, there was a couple of boats. He flew to the biggest yatch, there was a helipad. He landed the helicopter.

"That was amazing..." I said with a smile.

"I thought you might like it, you must be hungry, let's go and get you fed." He said with a smile.

"So this is your boat?" I asked him.

"Yes, she's called Miss Aby..." He said as he untied the safety belts. I honestly think that this might just be the best weekend of my entire existence.

We got out of the helicopter and we walked to the stairs and we walked in to what looked like a high end living room, if the living room was in the ocean. There was white couches, a glass table that had a full breakfast spread and a bar.

"Party boat?" I asked him. He looked at me and the laughed when he finally got what I meant. Hearing him laugh with his deep voice was so mesmerizing.

"It was my brother's idea to put the bar in there, he helped me build the boat." He said.

"You made this boat?" I asked him.

"Yes, you sound Surprised." He said.

"Well, I am surprised. I didn't figure for the guy who would build boats." I said.

"Hmmm. What kind of guy do you think I am?" He asked me.

"Honestly I just figured for the laid back kind of guy, you drive helicopters, you build boats, what else can you do?" I asked him.

"Well there's a lot that I do but I don't want to bore you with the details, right now I am kind of boring, I basically live in my office." He said.

"Well there ain't no shame in making a living." I said. He pulled a chair for me and I took a seat.

"Let's get you fed." He said and took a seat.

"This is quite the spread..." I said with a smile.

"Only the best for you." He said with a smile.

"Well the lady is certainly grateful, this is a lively boat." I said.

"I'll give you a tour later." He said.

"Alright then so let me get this straight, you are handsome, rich, talented and very romantic, why don't you have a girlfriend?" I asked him.

I didn't even want to think that there could ever be a guy who would ever be this perfect. If I was to be honest with myself, this guy was ticking all the boxes in my list. I find it hard to believe that a guy like this could be single.

"I don't know, maybe I was waiting for the right woman to come along." He said as he poured juice into a glass.

"Alright then." I said and dished up breakfast for myself. 

"So how do you feel about sharks?" He asked me.

"I am scared of them, do these waters have sharks?" I asked him.

"Yes but we are safe, I have a shark cage, I thought you would like to go swimming with them." He said.

"Well... I guess I can go." I said.

"Good... Hopefully we'll see sharks down there." He said with a smile. This guy is very adventurous. Life with him would be an adventure everyday. It would be like heaven. 

Those are the stuff that dreams are made of and this is just that, a dream, I can never be able to be with him for real, I just have to convince my heart of what my mind already knows.