Chapter 18
Chapter Eighteen
NICO
As we step off the jet, Serenity throws her hands in the air and yells, “Yes, we’re in Fiji.”
I never knew she wanted to come to Fiji.
I smirk as I take in her sexy, curvy frame in the orange, yellow, and pink dress.
Her bare neck and arms glow under the sun.
The material crisscrosses over her breasts to the lower half of her back.
Each side of her honey-brown torso is exposed.
The remainder of the beautiful dress flows around her body, sweeping over her pink sandals.
Big orange sunglasses cover half her face.
“I can’t wait to go to the beach,” Serenity says.
“Miff,” a woman calls out.
He halts at the last step, and his gray eyes widen. “Lasheia?”
She runs toward him and hugs him tightly. “It’s good to see you, baby.”
He pulls back, drinking in her mahogany, diamond-shaped face. “How did you get here?”
She smiles. “By private jet.”
He peeks over his shoulder at me.
I grin around the cigar in my mouth. “Nick had no problem letting us use the other jet to get Lasheia here. You need a break, Miff.”
“A real break,” Serenity says.
Miff faces us as he curls an arm around Lasheia’s neck. “Thank you both.”
He properly introduces us to his girlfriend. Lasheia is dressed in a comfortable yellow and red Maxie dress. Miff can barely take his eyes off her.
Serenity and Lasheia chat a bit.
Cigar in hand, I squeeze Miff’s shoulder. “Enjoy Fiji for the week. All I ask is that you and Lasheia have dinner with my wife and me in a few days.”
He smiles. “We can do that.”
We say our goodbyes and I whisk my wife into the cream Maybach. Serenity takes the cigar from my hand, plants it between her lips, and puffs. I buckle her in, then myself. She put her free hand in my lap next to my cock.
Our eyes are hidden behind dark sunglasses.
But nothing can hide the look of satisfaction on our faces.
My wife is in love with me. Deep down, I always knew it, but to peer into her eyes this morning and see the love she has for me turns my heart to mush.
I’d risk my life for her every time. Even though she’s happy and in love with me, the sadness about the war and not seeing our son plagues her beneath the surface.
I take in our surroundings as we roll through the bustling town.
“Reacher, stop at that store I told you about. I want to pick up a few items to take to the villa.”
“On it,” he replies.
Serenity grins. “Oh, I’m coming in. I want to try some Fiji snacks, too.”
A handful of our bodyguards exit the car behind us and halt the pedestrians walking past the store so Serenity and I can enter.
She puts out the cigar in the ashtray before stepping out of the car. I round the back of the vehicle and take her hand.
My weapons rest in the holsters beneath my open white dress shirt against the white wife beater. Serenity slides a hand down my abs.
“Nico, you didn’t have to wear the undershirt.”
She loves to see my hairy chest on display. However, no one else needs to see the forest growing on my chest.
I chuckle. “I’ll remove it when we get to the villa.”
“I’m happy you wore the white shirt and shorts. You look good in white.” Her tongue slides across her lips.
The only white I’d ever worn were white undershirts and dress shirts. This is the one time my wife will see me wearing this much white.
“Reacher, stay with Serenity. I’m going to the cigar counter.”
He nods.
“Snacks here I come,” Serenity sing songs.
I shake my head as I make my way to the tobacco section. “Abe, let me know if my wife makes her way over here.”
“Yes, boss.” He stands with his hands in front of him. His eyes move around the store, taking in the patrons.
Pulling my phone from my pocket, I unlock it, and tap the contact on the screen.
The phone rings a few times.
“Calling pretty late, aren’t you, Nico?”
“Yes,” I reply, glancing over my shoulder.
“I’m sorry about that,” I say.
“Grandson, don’t make this a habit,” my grandfather says in the background.
“I won’t, sir.”
My wife went to the bathroom in the middle of the night and called our son. Yes, I make my wife happy, but being away from Madden is tearing her up inside.
“How are things going?” I ask.
I have to talk in code in case Serenity sneaks up on me.
“He’s misbehaving more than usual. He needs more face time with Serenity.”
I blow out a breath. “I understand.”
“And with you,” she adds.
A warmth like no other explodes in my chest.
“I’ll make sure to handle business every day during normal business hours. Hopefully, the FaceTime from each of us will help.”
“I know it will.” I can hear the smile in her voice.
“Good night, Nico.”
Serenity comes into view, snacks overflowing in her arms.
“Good night to you both,” I mutter.
She dumps her treasures on the counter. “Look at all my goodies.”
My hand clasps the back of her neck, and I kiss her temple. “I see.”
“Who were you talking to?” She ask.
My heart races in my chest. This is new. Serenity hadn’t asked who I spoke to on the phone in the past. Probably because I made it a point not to take calls. I gave her my undivided attention since I didn’t have that much time with her.
“Just because we’re on our honeymoon doesn’t mean business stops at home. I was talking to one of my bodyguards, Devlin,” I lie.
I can’t stand lying to my wife. This is what I have to do until our son is under our roof.
“I hate to do this, but twice a day I’ll need to take thirty-minute calls to talk to my team.”
Her smile withers. “I understand. I’ll talk to my bodyguards, too. We’ll need to make sure we’re in front of the problem before we return home.”
Fuck, she’s perfect. My lips press against hers. “I always knew you were the woman for me.”
People peek at us in passing.
She chuckles. “Yup, I am.”
“It’s a good thing we’re on our honeymoon because I plan to fuck you as soon as we get to the villa.”
Her eyes dart to the cashier waiting to help us.
“I can’t wait either.” Her lips brush mine before she pulls back.
“What cigars did you decide on?”
“I hadn’t yet.” I lift a finger, gaining the cashier’s attention.
He steps closer. “How can I help you?”
“I read about this store online. I understand you have the best premium cigars.”
“We do.” He grins before turning to unlock the glass cabinet.
He pulls out a variety of cigars. I inhale each one and settle on what I’m purchasing.
“I hope the cherry vanilla cigar tastes as good as it smells,” Serenity says.
“I do, too.”
The second we’re in the car, Serenity samples one of the island snacks.
She looks satisfied. It’s weird to see Serenity smile so much in the span of three days.
Serenity always appeared sad and only gave a ghost of a smile.
I can’t wait until this war is over. My wife deserves to live the soft life.
Just because she can go to battle doesn’t mean she has to.
I plan to make her happy for the rest of our days.