STRIKERWe landed in Winterbourn at King Kamrun International Airport. The weather was chilly and windy. I was hoping it wouldn’t get worse than what was forecasted.As we stepped out of the jet, our rides were already waiting for us. Reed was behind us. Then a familiar face appeared.“Langston?” I was surprised he came all the way to welcome us.“Congratulations!” He pulled me into a brotherly. “Look at you, a married man.”I chuckled. “Yeah. I’m officially a married man.”“Welcome to the club, brother.”“Thanks, I guess. Please meet my wife, London. Vanderford, this is Rome Langston.”“Hey.” They kissed cheek to cheek. “Nice to finally meet the woman who stole my brother’s heart.”“It’s a pleasure to meet you too, Rome. Do they call you Rome around here?”“Just call me Rome.” He laughed. “Look at us. Rome meets London. And you call her Vanderford. Isn’t that a coincidence?”“Don’t go there, Langston.” I smiled. “You’re married to a princess, and she’s married to me.”“That’s exactly

LONDONThe weather was beautiful. I could barely see fluffy clouds. The fresh air blew through my face, and it felt so good just to roam around, leaving my problems behind and without a bodyguard stalking my ass. I passed toward the small street called Kylian. Across the street were some establishments from a flower shop, a souvenir shop, a bookstore, and an antique store. I felt lucky when I spotted a coffee logo to my right, a bakery, and a restaurant.I silent my phone and took some pictures. I couldn’t remember I’d ever experiencing things like this just strolling by myself. I smiled in delight as I took a cross toward the coffee shop and parked my bike. They must have had a pretty good coffee. I noticed the tables were almost occupied early in the morning through the glass windows. When I pushed the door, the aroma of cocoa and freshly brewed coffee hung in the air, mingling with the smell of baked goods and sweets. I felt like I had a mini-orgasm or I was too hungry. I ignore

LONDONI couldn’t remember I had this feeling. I got to say. I had never had this fun in a long time. When you were a daughter of a man like Linus Vanderford, you wouldn’t experience childhood like normal girls. I always wanted to get my hands dirty, have a bruise on my knee, get home soaked with rain, and not be sent and picked up by nannies or driven home by a driver, or stalked around by a bodyguard, or have friends that only mattered to them were themselves, and if they had time, they focused on their dress, on their phones and social media. I was grateful I had Neke. I was able to experience true friendship with her.I got off the bike as we arrived at the place Striker was talking about. The cliff was breathtaking. I felt like I was brought back to the time of Poldark in Kynance Cove with the pristine turquoise sea and the fresh and salty smell of the breeze.“This is beautiful,” I said as Striker came to me. I took a lot of snaps and planned to upload them later.“One of the

LONDON Rome’s private island was paradise. The place had so much privacy that it would take an hour from the mainland via boat. And the beach house was just incredible. It was so pristine that I didn’t want to go home. We arrived yesterday, and I hadn’t gotten up from bed other than to the bathroom. Striker spoiled me so much. When I woke up this morning, he was carrying a breakfast tray and a flower he tucked behind my ear. He was so sweet and thoughtful. He made love to me and fucked me until I couldn’t move a muscle. Right now, I was still in bed, smiling like crazy as I remembered what we had done after our dinner. Striker tied me in bed but promised not to blindfold me. I was teasing him that I wanted him to be rough with me, and he never resisted. It was a new experience, but I loved the fact that he was still willing to do something, even for me was out of the box. It was noon, and I was still naked in bed. The glass door was opened to the veranda that overlooked the blue

LONDON “Welcome back!” Neke gushed as soon as I entered the office floor. “Oh, my God!” I yelped as the confetti popped right into my face. “What’s going on?” When I arrived last night, I only told Neke because I had to go to work. I could already picture my pending work piling on top of my desk. My honeymoon phase was over. I was back to the reality of my life. As much as I’d love to cuddle and make love to my husband, I had a job waiting for me, and I needed to work hard for my savings now that Dad had left me hanging. “Congratulations, Mrs. Cade!” my staff chorused as I walked through the aisle. They were throwing petals at me as if I had just got married. “Wow. You guys take this surprise to a whole new level.” I glanced at them one by one. “Thank you so much. And thank you so much for keeping this under wraps.” They applauded before they went back to work. “How are you?” I followed Neke as she pushed the door to my office. “Me? Nothing interesting happened. Unlike y