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“Yes Sir. This is true.”
“Excellent. And it will be legal in the states?”
“Yes Sir. The legal team we have on staff is American.”
“Great. Last thing…can you please call the caretaker and ask him and his wife to please come with you to be witnesses.”
“Very well. What time should we be there?”
“Within the hour.”
“Yes Sir. See you then.”
With that taken care of, I feel the heaviness that has been weighing on my chest since the moment I met her lift and I can finally breathe. Now it’s time to go wake my bride.
Not surprisingly, when I walk back into the room she is still sleep. Seems the baby is zapping all her energy. My body begins to hum as it scans hers. The sheet has slid down and her body is on full display. Every inch of her curvy body calls to me as if she is a siren to its prey. I want to lay beside her and ravage her awake. But I want to marry her more. Leaning down, I rain kisses all over her face. Chuckling as she swats at me to leave her alone.
“Sveeeen!!!!” So fucking cute.
“Wake up sunshine. Today is the day.” I have gone from kisses to nibbles on her back and neck. Seems my resolve not to fuck her is waning fast.
“The day for what?”
“The day when I make you my wife.” She bolts upright as if her ass is on fire.
“What? Are you serious? How did you…I mean…oh my goodness. Really?!?”
“Yes baby. Grab your sarong and bathing suit. Meet me down at the beach in 30 minutes. I’ll be the handsome one in shorts waiting for you, precious.”
“Sven. Is this really happening?” She asks. I can hear the tears in her voice and go to her immediately and pull her into my arms.
“Hey, hey. What is this?” I ask wiping her eyes.
“I’m sorry. I just…I almost sabotaged this for us. How could I live not ever knowing your love? I love you so much. Thank you for not giving up on me.”
“Baby, I know I am just a man and all, but I swear the vows are supposed to be said at the wedding.” I want her to laugh. She does, before leaning up on her toes and kissing me.
“You’re right. Don’t worry. There is plenty more where that came from. Now go away so I can get ready.”
I walk away. Temporarily. Knowing that when all is said and done, Cymion Gentry, will be my wife.
Chapter Eight
Cymion
Holy shit. I’m getting married today. I’m equal parts excited, nervous, and a little sad. Excited, because duh, I’m getting married and nervous for the same reason. The sadness that I am feeling stems from my brother and sister not being here. Also, my mom’s not here. I know she’s insane and under my dad’s thumb, but she’s mom. Going through my bag, I pull out a white one-piece suit as well as a purple sarong. Then I shower, get dressed, and make my way down to the beach.
He is standing barefoot by the shore with the insanely blue water gently lapping at his feet. This is my future and my destiny. Next to Sven is a regal looking man, who is wearing khaki board shorts and a sans shirt. If I’m honest, he looks like The Rock. Sven takes my hand and I join him.
“I am Magistrate Ratu Jone. Shall we begin?” I nod and turn to face the magistrate.
“Yes, sir,” Sven says.
“You have opted for a traditional American ceremony, non?” The magistrate says with his decidedly French accent.
“We have,” Sven replies. I bounce from one foot to another. I’m anxious. I want to be his wife already.
“Excellent,” he says and begins speaking the words. Words I’ve heard before. But they were words that meant less nothing before and mean everything now. It’s the man. I am suddenly his wife. He kisses me, further cements what I already knew. Heading back into the villa we spend the next few days in our bed, only leaving when absolutely necessary.
The last month as his wife has been nothing short of amazing. He’s been the most attentive man I’ve ever met. He showers me daily with more love and affection than I ever thought possible. Not to mention the fact that he’s made me come more times than I can count.
Every day we’ve swam in the ocean, laid in the sun, and ate fresh local fare. While I’d love to stay in paradise, I miss my family and my friends. All good things must come to an end. I’m expected in Boston and I literally would rather be anywhere else but there. As Sven helps me pack up the ridiculous amount of clothing, mostly bathing suits we’ve acquired since being here, I realize he did this for me. I mean I knew that, but it dawns on me that he loves me so much that he would do anything for me. Looking across the bed at him, I toss the last of my pile into the suitcase and climb up on the bed.
