Chapter Thirty
A Bet Is Only A Good One When You’re On The Winning Side
Everly POV:
Waves lap against the front of the extravagant speed boat as we race from a nearby marina into the unknown waters.
Warm early morning sun casts light onto us, even beneath the canopy situated over our frames.
Ghost guides the aquatic vessel while I relax against the captain seat.
He randomly turns around to give me a small smile before turning back to continue driving.
Some may think his behavior comes from a place of him being obsessed with me.
While this may also be true, I know him better than that.
He’s afraid. Fearful that if he looks away long enough, I’ll disappear again.
Just his actions when I returned were enough to prove that.
He fell apart the moment he saw me. Like a doll put back together with sugar and the smallest of breezes threatening its fortification, he crumbled before me.
I never questioned his love after our escape from capture, he was so attentive in every aspect of the word.
Though, that single moment cemented the magnitude of his love.
He doesn't just desire me, his love is enraptured. It transcends our reality, moving between realms. Dancing on the waves of light and flirting with the molecules. It’s immeasurably more than just love.
It is infinite and intangible all at once.
If only words could convey that I am just as much his as he is mine.
We are inevitably and irrevocably bound to one another.
My eyes slide over to him just as he turns around once more.
Rolling my eyes I try to imagine where he's taking me.
We boarded an eight hour flight filled with delicious foods and champagne.
I almost begged to just keep doing that but he managed to drag me from our accommodations to an suv that drove us through some downtown, South American city to the marina which we parted ways with an hour ago.
The boat we are situated on contains sleeping quarters, a full bar, bathrooms, a lounge, a dining room, and even a sauna room.
As much as I would be happy with just staying here, I know wholeheartedly that it's nothing compared to what he has planned.
Just as I am about to ask him for the hundredth time where he is stealing me away, when the sight of land breaks over the horizon.
Within minutes, we are met by an enormous island that could be compared to a small village.
Sandy shores and lush greenery coats the landscapes indiscriminately.
A massive home with floor to ceiling windows sits in the middle, almost hidden away by trees and other vegetation.
Slowly, the vessel glides to the dock just as Ghost drops the anchor.
He collects our bags and climbs over the side, offering me his hand in the process.
Taking it, I follow his actions until the weathered wood is solid beneath my feet.
Walking down the pier, hand in hand, we near the slate stone pathway that leads to the front door.
If I had been asked last year, whether I could imagine being here with the very person I craved violence upon, I would have demonically laughed.
Being here with this man, now, gives me butterflies and has me kicking my feet like a schoolgirl.
We finally make it to the french sliding doors that hold entrance to the home.
He moves ahead of me to push one to the side, pulling me along with him until we stand in the main room.