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“I won’t say a word,” Percival points out, the excitement in his gaze contagious. “But you gonna love this.”
“Percival, you have made this journey so perfect for me.” My chest swells with happiness at his thoughtfulness.
“Great, let’s get ready and hit the road!” He grins before disappearing back into his room.
As I slip into my favorite denim shorts and sweatshirt, my mind swirls with possibilities. Time may be the key to unlocking our desire, but one thing is certain—our journey has only just begun, and there’s no telling where it will take us.
“Adventure,” I whisper once more, stepping into the bright sunshine, hand in hand with Percival, ready to face whatever comes our way.
Chapter Eighteen
Spencer
Asweheadoutthe door and climb into Percival’s luxurious car, I marvel at the world I’ve found myself in. From flipping furniture to exploring California with a charming womanizer, life has taken a turn I never could have predicted.
“Here we go,” Percival announces, starting the engine. The purr of the car sends a shiver down my spine, and I feel a thrill of anticipation.
“Can’t believe we’re doing this,” I confess, gazing out the window as we speed along the California coast. The ocean sparkles beneath the morning sun, its waves crashing against the shore in a steady rhythm.
“Life can be wonderful, Spencer,” Percival says, his eyes on the road. “And I’m glad I get to share this one with you.”
“Me too,” I reply, my heart swelling with a mix of affection and gratitude. As the miles slip by, I find myself more and more drawn to this enigmatic man beside me—and I wonder what the future holds for us.
We drove along a winding coastal road, the blue waves of the ocean gently crashing against the shoreline on our left. Lush green hills spilled onto the right side of the road, dotted with sheep grazing in the afternoon sun. As we rounded a bend, an intersection appeared ahead. I checked the signpost for our destination: Hearst Castle, it read, clear as day as the cloudless sky above us.
“What?” My fingers are flying. “I love this place. I’ve seen all the pictures and documentaries… this was on my bucket list, but…”
“I know,” he admits, and something inside me urges me to ask him how he got this information, but I stop myself.Never ask a magician for his tricks.“Are you ready?”
“Definitely,” I reply, my eyes with excitement and uncertainty. With each passing mile, the magnetic pull between us grows stronger, and I’m left questioning if resisting my desires is truly worth it when Percival is making everything so special for me.
The sun beats down on the visitor center of the marvelous Hearst Castle, casting playful shadows across the pavement. It’s a picturesque scene, with tourists milling about, chatting animatedly about the castle’s history and architecture.
“Come on, Spencer,” Percival invites me. “I’ve got something for you.”
Curiosity piqued, I follow him into the gift shop. The air conditioning inside is a welcome relief from the heat, and I breathe in the scent of glossy postcards and novelty keychains. Percival navigates the shelves with ease, arriving at a rack filled with cozy sweatshirts.
“Check this out,” he says, plucking one from the display. It’s a beautiful shade of teal, the color reminiscent of the ocean waves we’d passed earlier. He hands it to me, and I admire the softness of the fabric. “For your collection, Butterfly Princess.”
“Thank you,” I say, my heart warmed by his thoughtful gesture. “It’s perfect.”
“Alright, now that you’re all set, let’s get this show on the road,” he announces, grinning mischievously. I loop the sweatshirt around my waist, securing it in place before following him back outside.
Percival takes my hand, the warmth of his fingers sending tingles up my arm, and leads me to where an antique car awaits. It’s a luxurious vehicle, its sleek curves and gleaming chrome adding to the sense of wonder already filling the air. I stare at it, wide-eyed, unable to believe that this is really happening.
“Ready for our VIP tour?” he asks, his eyes sparkling with excitement.
“What? VIP?” I reply, I don’t know why I’m surprised. Everything with this man is luxurious and exclusive. As I take a step towards the exit, I’m torn between my growing affection for Percival and the knowledge that his womanizing ways could spell heartache for me. But for now, as the ocean breeze cools down my skin, I push those thoughts aside and let myself be swept up in the magic of the moment.
Sunlight reflects off an antique car’s chrome, casting a kaleidoscope of colors on the asphalt. The sight takes my breath away. I glance at Percival, whose face is lit up with excitement and pride. His eyes meet mine, making my heart skip a beat.
“Spencer, this tour is gonna be the bomb,” he says, his gaze warm and full of promise. “I’ve planned every detail to make it unforgettable for you.”
“Wow? That’s… that’s really sweet.” My cheeks flush as I take in the extent of his effort to make this trip special. He could have easily just booked a standard tour, but instead, he went above and beyond.
“Don’t tell anyone.” He gives me a wink, flashing me that charming smile of his. For a moment, I forget about his womanizing ways and allow myself to bask in the warmth of his affection. “Besides,” he adds, “I know how much you love sweatshirts and antiques, so I figured a sweatshirt and an antique car would be right up your alley.”
“I’m becoming predictable, I see,” I say, unable to contain my excitement any longer. The thought of exploring Hearst Castle in such a unique way has my pulse racing, and I feel grateful for Percival’s thoughtfulness.
