I am currently on a plane, or more like a private jet. I know you are wondering: how did this happen? Giovanni had told me he had a dinner party to attend but wouldn't tell me where, so he asked me to be his date. He said it was more like a honeymoon slash dinner party. Alexander would be staying with my parents since Adeline was traveling the world, which resulted in today.When I first entered the plane, the first thing I noticed was the smell, which was heavenly. The white seat looked sparkling clean, with no stain on it.It’s definitely not the first time I’ve flown, but I’m just as giddy as if it were. Giovanni lets me sit by the window, and I lean against the glass in our seats. The flight attendant runs through the usual spiel before take-off—don’t get up if the seat belt symbol is displayed, don’t turn on your electronics until the plane is fully in the air, and don’t forget that there is protective gear under the seat.Then she vanishes, and the fluctuation of the take-off is

After a few minutes later, I find myself standing on the sand, the sun starting to give warmth to my skin.I laid eyes on a shirtless Giovanni; he had changed into a navy blue swimming trunk. The waist band of the trunk hung a little lower, which showed his v-line. My eyes trailed upward, seeing his very toned abs.Jeez, get a hold of yourself, woman! Stop staring!. I shouted at myself.I walked towards him as he stared at me, definitely checking me out."Why is there no one around?" I asked, partially curiously and also trying to get a hold of myself."Because I made sure we got an hour or two of privacy alone and away from prying eyes.”"Do you think it’s appropriate to do that? I’m sure a lot of visitors at the hotel wish to spend some time at the beach as well.”"Then they have to wait at least two hours.” He shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly. "I want to spend this time with you and only you.” He bops my nose. I rolled my eyes, trying so hard not to flush.Giovanni’s eyes stayed

The ride back to the beach house was in comfortable silence. It was already 12 in the morning when Giovanni and I left the dinner party. When we walked into the room, you could literally feel the tension in the air.My heart beat escalated when our eyes met. I watched him walk towards me, closing the distance between us as he wrapped his hand around my waist.Giovanni reaches out and brushes my hair over my shoulder, then tucks a few strands of it behind my ear. He leans in and kisses me. It’s not the first time that we’ve done this, but it feels different today.Our mouths slide over each other, and then his teeth are nipping at my lower lip. The sharp spark of pain goes straight between my legs. I’m embarrassingly aware of how wet my pants are and how bright my blushing cheeks must be.Giovanni kisses me breathless, only pulling back when we’re both panting from it. My hand reaches up, catching his shoulder. I don’t want him to lean too far away, enjoying the way that he takes up so

It was Friday and nearly two months since we got back from Maldives, and to say things have been exceptionally great would be an understatement. I didn’t care what my thoughts had been at the beginning of everything; all I knew was that today, just like any other day during the course of the week, would be great. But first, I needed to get up.“You think too loud, amore,” a sleep-roughened voice murmured from behind just before I was rolled to my back. A moment later, and I was drowning in a sweet, hot kiss. Wrapping my arms around my husband’s neck, I kissed him back eagerly, my passion effortlessly rising to meet his. In truth, he only had to look at me, and I wanted him.Like now.I let out a little gasp when he reversed their position in a quick roll, and then gasped again as he slowly but steadily impaled me on his erection.“Gio-Giovanni ...”I threw my head back at his penetration, my hair streaming behind as I began to move, lifting myself up and then sinking back down, riding

I informed Alfred of my plans and asked him to come pick me up. I had an hour to kill before arriving at my dad's business, so I sat back and let my thoughts wander.Why did I keep having these dreams so often? I make a lot of attempts to see the boy's face in my dreams, but they are never successful. I feel like a piece of my heart has been torn out, and there is nothing I can do to stop it. The boy in my dreams seems both familiar and foreign to me. I feel like I know him, but I'm not sure where.This is so frustrating!I considered asking my family, but ultimately opted against it. I wanted to spare them any concern. I must speak with my doctor immediately."Thanks Alfred." I stepped out of the already-opened door with Alfred by my side. "I will let you know when I am about to leave. You can drive around the neighbourhood till then..” I informed him, walking into the company. I walked past the employees greeting me in the lobby and into the elevator, pressing the top floor. I stepp