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Less than an hour later we were landing, we went straight from the plane into a limousine to a private VIP lounge, where immigration and other processes were being taken care of as we relaxed in the comfort of the Lounge. The “Maldives, Joshua” I say, looking at him like I wanted to fuck him right there in the lounge.
“Yes baby, the Maldives, and stop looking at me like that before we give these people a show.”
I get myself somewhat under control as we go from the lounge, onto a seaplane to get to our corner of the Baa Atoll, where the best luxury resort in the Maldives awaits. When we get to where we’ll be staying for the next three weeks and I’m literally speechless.
“Joshua, this is too much!” I tell him as I look at the mansion on a private beach.
“First of all, I damn near built a hotel for you for our wedding, second this was a wedding gift.”
“A wedding gift?!” I say as I look up at him.
“From whom … one of your friends?”
“No one of yours,” he says.
“I know you lying,” I say incredulously, as he helps me out of the plane.
“I’m serious.” He says with a smirk.
“Baby not one of my friends can afford this.”
“Maybe you don’t know all your friends as well as you think,” he says.
When we reach the doors to the house a butler steps out to greet us.
“Welcome Mr. and Mrs. Gideon. My name is Basam, and I will be with you during your stay to assist with anything that you should want or need. Dinner will be served in an hour, there are some light refreshments for you if you wish before dinner. The valet will take your luggage in and unpack them for you, is there anything else I can get you before dinner?”
“No Basam we’re all set,” Jag says.
“Very good sir, I will escort you to the master suite.”
We follow him up the stairs and to the end of the hall to a set of double doors, when he opens them, I literally gasp and the opulence of the room. The entire back wall is glass, there are doors that open up to a balcony that takes up this whole side of the house. On the balcony there are extra-large sofas for you to be able to lounge and look out at the nearly clear water. There is a set of stairs off of the balcony that takes you down to the back of the house on the main floor there is a covered area with another sofa, to the right of that is a dining area and to the right of that is lounge chairs.
We have our own pool and off the patio with the pool are 5 small round patios that have tables and chairs on them and beyond that is the ocean since this whole mansion is over the water. The bedroom has a king bed and a hammock chair hanging in a corner and my mind plays a slide show of all the things that Jag could do to me in that chair. It has a huge sofa, a TV, not that I will be watching much TV to the right is the open bathroom, it has double vanities, double showers and the biggest free-standing tub I have ever seen in my life and a walk-in closet.To the left is a sitting room with sofas and chairs and a place to eat your meals.
“Jag stop playing and tell me which one of your friends gave this to us. I definitely have to give them a personal thank you.”
“I told you Savvy this was a gift from your friend.”
I turn with a hand on my hip, “which friend smart ass?” I ask him with attitude and one eyebrow hiked up. He pulls his phone out and dials a number. Whoever he calls, answers.
“Yes we made it safely. Yes I told her it was a wedding gift from a friend. No she doesn’t believe she has any friends who can afford something like this. I thought it would be better coming from you. Ok,” Jag says and hands me the phone.
I take the phone and just stand there looking at him. First of all none of my friends could afford this and even if they could why does Jag have their phone number? Let me find out I gotta take that boat back to the mainland, hop a flight, find this so-called friend and beat her ass!
“Baby talk to your friend,” he says.
I lift the phone to my ear ready to dog walk whichever one of my so-called friends is on the other end of this phone after I dog walk Jag. “Hello?” I say with hella attitude.
“I told you you’d be married before the year was out.”
“Peter?”
“Hi Savannah.”
“This is your gift to us? How could you afford this on a concierge’s salary? I mean I know they must pay you well, but this mansion has to cost you a year’s wages. Did you just give us your discount or something? ” I ask.
“Savvy give the man a chance to talk,” Jag tells me.
