19. Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Nineteen
Noah
I’m up early, packing two bags of clothes.
I’m not sure how Blossom will react, but I can’t help but be excited to surprise her.
Glancing at the clock, I notice she’s still asleep, her head buried in the pillows, her breathing steady.
I’m just finishing the last of my packing when I hear the rustle of sheets. I turn around to see Blossom stir, her eyes opening slowly as she blinks against the light.
“Morning,” I say with a smile, walking over to the bed.
She stretches, her eyes widening as she sees me holding the two bags. “What’s going on? What’s all this?” she asks, her voice still thick with sleep.
I chuckle, feeling that little thrill of excitement for the surprise I’ve got planned. “I’ve set up a little surprise for us. We’re going away for the weekend.”
Blossom’s eyes instantly light up. She pushes herself up in bed, practically bouncing with excitement. “Wait—are you serious? Where are we going?”
I grin. “It’s a surprise.”
She doesn’t even let me finish the sentence. “I’m so excited!” she exclaims, leaping out of bed and nearly throwing herself at me, wrapping her arms around me with the kind of enthusiasm I’ve only seen in a few rom-coms.
Her excitement is infectious, and for the first time in a long while, I feel like everything might actually be okay.
I smile at her as she pulls away from our hug. “You might want to pack for the cold,” I say, my voice laced with amusement as I toss her a jacket. “We’re headed to the Hamptons.”
Blossom’s jaw drops, her eyes wide with surprise. “The Hamptons?! That’s so nice!” she exclaims, practically squealing. I chuckle at her enthusiasm, her excitement infecting me in a way I hadn’t expected.
She’s already jumping up to pack her bags. She’s in her element now, a mix of organized chaos and sheer delight. I watch as she whips her bag together, pulling out clothes and adding them in a whirlwind motion.
“I’ve never been to the Hamptons before!” she says, her voice full of wonder. “I’ve heard about it, of course, but never thought I’d actually go.”
I walk over to her, placing a hand on her shoulder. “Well, today’s your lucky day.”
Blossom flashes me a smile, and I can see how excited she is about this. It’s not just the destination but the feeling of escaping everyday life. That’s why I’ve planned this weekend for both of us, as a chance to just be together, with no strings attached, no pressure. We need a break.
I’m glad I could do this for her.
By the time we get to the airport, Blossom’s eyes are wide with disbelief as she looks at the sleek private jet parked on the tarmac. She’s staring at it like she’s never seen anything like it before, and to be honest, maybe she hasn’t.
She stumbles a little as we make our way toward the jet, her steps faltering with each glance she throws at the aircraft. I can’t help but smile at her shock.
“You have a private jet ?” she asks, her voice filled with awe.
I nod, keeping things light. “Yeah. Comes in handy for quick trips like this.”
Her eyes follow me as I help her board the jet, her gaze lingering on the plush interior. As soon as she steps inside, she lets out an audible gasp. “This is insane,” she says, her hand trailing along the soft leather of the seats.
I take a seat beside her as the flight attendant offers us drinks, I accept a glass of champagne, and Blossom shyly asks about non-alcoholic options.
We settle in as the engines start up, and I flick on the in-flight movie, another rom-com, just for fun. Blossom laughs, her gaze flicking between the screen and me. We chat through the movie, sipping our drinks and laughing at the ridiculousness of the plot. It’s relaxing, exactly what I hoped for.
As we fly over the rocky coastlines of the Hamptons, I glance over at Blossom, seeing how at ease she’s starting to feel.
We land with the Hamptons coastline stretched out before us. The view from the plane is breathtaking, the coastline dotted with quiet, frosted beaches. The cold wind feels fresh, and I can tell Blossom’s restless, wanting to get off the plane and take it all in.
Waiting for us on the tarmac is a sleek, black luxury car. The driver opens the door for us, and I motion for Blossom to go ahead. She slides in first, and I follow, taking in the soft luxury of the interior.
“Where are we going?” she asks, her excitement still palpable in the air.
“The best hotel in the Hamptons,” I say with a smile, reaching for her hand as we drive toward our destination.
The hotel looms in the distance, a white, pristine palace with a manicured lawn that stretches out before it. It’s quiet here, the kind of place where the world feels a little farther away. Blossom looks out the window, clearly awestruck by the beauty of it all.
I wish I owned the property, but it’s ridiculously hard to buy hotels in this area. Someday, maybe.
As we pull up to the entrance, she turns to me with a soft smile. “This is amazing, Noah,” she says quietly, her voice filled with wonder. “I’ve always dreamed of doing something like this. But people like me, people who don’t have much, we can only dream and watch movies. We don’t get to experience things like this.”
I give her hand a gentle squeeze. “You deserve this, Blossom. You deserve the world.”
As we step out of the car, I can see how grateful she is, and that makes everything worth it. I’m glad I could show her this, if only for a weekend. She’s going to have the best time. And so will I.
This beautiful master suite is everything I expected and more.
As we step inside, I take in the vast expanse of the room, trying not to show my surprise. It’s even better than I imagined. The room stretches out with a sprawling dining area, an open kitchen with sleek marble countertops, and a large living area with plush furniture.
Everything in the room is designed with impeccable taste, from the neutral tones of the walls to the soft, inviting lighting.
But the real centerpiece is the master bedroom. In the middle of it, is a massive four-posted bed, draped with soft, flowing linens that make it feel like a sanctuary. The ceiling is high, and the space feels endless, like it’s designed to make you feel like royalty.
The room is spanned by a wraparound porch with a pristine white fence lining it. You can see the ocean from here, the cool breeze mixing with the scent of saltwater. It’s peaceful, quiet. A private escape.
I glance over at Blossom, watching her take in the view. Even though I’ve seen suites like this before, I’m struck by how nice it really is. The level of luxury still surprises me.
She looks over at me, her eyes wide with awe. “Noah, this is...incredible.”
I smile at her, pleased that this place is giving her the experience she deserves. "I’m glad you like it."
Once we’ve settled into the room, Blossom sits on the couch, her eyes still wide as she takes in every little detail of the suite. It’s clear to me that she’s a little overwhelmed, and I’m happy to let her take it all in.
I leave her to relax for a few minutes and step over to the window, pulling out my phone. Nicole’s name flashes on the screen, and I swipe to answer, stepping into the hallway to speak more privately.
“Hey, Nicole,” I say, my voice lower than usual.
“Hey, Noah. I just wanted to talk to you about something,” she says, her voice tentative. “I think I’m starting to develop feelings for Amy. I’ve been trying to figure out if I’m just caught up in the moment or if it’s something real.”
I pause, leaning against the wall, trying to speak quietly. “Well, you’re never going to know if you don’t follow your gut. But don’t rush anything. Just take it slow, okay?”
I hear her let out a soft laugh. “You’re right. I just wanted to get your take on it. You know how I am about taking things seriously.”
“Yeah, I know. Just...be careful, okay? You don’t need to rush into anything,” I say, careful not to influence her decisions. After all, I barely know my own heart when it comes to romance. Who am I to tell her how to feel about Amy?
I glance over my shoulder at Blossom, who’s looking out the window, her silhouette framed by the light. “I’ve got to go,” I add quickly. “Talk soon.”
I hang up, my mind briefly distracted by the conversation. I look at Blossom again, my heart lightening as I see her so relaxed.
A few hours later, we head out to dinner. The drive to the restaurant is short, and the cool night air feels refreshing. The restaurant is one of the finest in the Hamptons, and I can tell the moment we step inside that it’s beyond anything Blossom’s ever experienced.
The ambiance is intimate and luxurious with crisp white tablecloths, soft candlelight flickering on every surface, and the gentle murmur of conversation around us. The staff are impeccably professional, gliding effortlessly between tables as they ensure everyone is well taken care of.
We’re led to our table, and the waiter pours us each a glass of wine. Blossom shakes her head and, with a hand on her belly, asks for water. Her eyes light up when she notices the options on the menu.
“I’ve never had a meal this fancy,” she says a little breathlessly. She looks excited, but nervous.
I smile, my heart swelling a little. "You're giving me the greatest gift of all. It's the least I can do."
She looks at me, a soft smile playing on her lips. “This is amazing, Noah. I can’t believe I’m actually here, doing this.”
When the food arrives, we share bites, laughing at the rich flavors and the impeccable service.
“This is everything I’ve ever wanted,” she says, her voice filled with gratitude. “I can’t believe this is real.”
“You deserve it, Blossom,” I say quietly. "I want to give you the world."
We return to the hotel, the fresh air nipping at our skin as we walk back through the front doors. It’s been a perfect evening, and I’m grateful for the way things have fallen into place.
Once we’re inside the suite, I pull her close to me, feeling the warmth of her body against mine. The room is still, the only sound the soft rustling of the wind outside. I kiss her gently, my hands framing her face, the kiss growing deeper.
Blossom’s hands thread through my hair, and she pulls me closer. The connection between us feels like an unspoken promise, an understanding of just how much we mean to each other.
For a moment, everything else fades away: Zack, the stress, the worries. It’s just me and Blossom, and the warmth between us is enough to keep the world at bay.
She pulls away slightly, her eyes meeting mine, a look of complete trust in them. “I feel safe with you,” she whispers.
I smile, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “I’ll always protect you. Always.”
We kiss again, and it’s the kind of kiss that feels like a promise, not just of passion, but of something deeper. My hands glide across the curves of her body, feeling the fullness of her hips. I can’t help but relish her beauty.
She feels amazing grinding on top of me, her full tits bobbing in my face as my mouth greedily reaches out to them, taking her nipples into my mouth and licking them as I pound her from below. I wrap her in my arms as I climax, shouting her name and sighing against her as I feel her shuddering through her own release.
“Blossom,” I whisper, holding her close, but the rest of the words I want to say don’t come.
I don’t know if I’m ready yet to say them.
But I feel it. I know that for certain.