PROLOGUE

Waking up to the sounds of a piano playing somewhere in the middle of an ocean has become my normal waking up routine ever since I chose to escape from reality. My fantasy dream has become my new reality because I chose to escape with the man that I fell in love with, no matter how many trials and tribulations we have come across together, I still stood by him against my family, and he did the same with me. It is euphoric how far we’ve come, but we are happy with our path – at least for now.

I was twenty-two when I met my husband. It is really funny because I was very angry at him for replacing my bodyguard and at the same time I had a crush on him, but he kept it professional because he never mixed business with pleasure and kept his life very private, but that didn’t last for long when I crawled under his skin. I had a crush on him, and I kept it a secret for a long time before I finally confessed it to him. He wasn’t a man of many words then, and even now, I still don’t know much about him, where he lives, or anything at least about his family, but I don’t care just as long as I am with him.

Anyway, my husband likes playing the piano as one of his hobbies, and most importantly, he would rather wake me up to its sounds than the amazing waves of the ocean outside. We have been on this island for eleven months now and I am sad that my fantasy is about to come to an end.

Getting out of bed, I stretch my naked body and arms before I grab my husband’s t-shirt that will obviously look like a dress on me, and I then walked out of the presidential suite bedroom, going to the amazing spot in this house where it has the best view of both sunrise and sunset, the entertainment room, and there I find my husband sitting on the bench, shirtless, running his fingers smoothly on the piano, you would swear he is the most innocent and sweetest man. You would actually think that he never sinned in his life, but no. I married the most dangerous bodyguard the country has ever had. Everyone, even my parents became afraid of him because this man knows how to do his job, but that is funny because they were the ones that brought him into my life. They brought him to be my bodyguard, but little did they know they were calling trouble upon themselves because they did not do their research about him properly.

Here I am today, eloped to the man that betrayed my parents, and saved me from getting married to someone I was not romantically in love with, and instead, I married him and today I am pregnant with our first child.

“Good morning,” I modeled towards him while his gaze ran from my feet, up to my face before licking his downward-turned lips. His fingers never stopped on the piano.

He finally stood up, showing off his big, dark body with some art on it, his fingers concluding the song he was playing on the piano as I got closer, and he gave me my morning hug and a kiss on my lips before he hoists me up, and I held on around his neck with my arms and draped my legs around his waist.

“Are you hungry?” He asks, slowly spinning me around.

“Are you on the menu?” I lowered my face to his neck and slowly licked it, before sucking it.

He smacked my ass and I whimpered.

“Silly girl, I was talking about real food,” His voice got deeper and sultry.

“You are the real snack I want to have right now, baby,” I grind my lower body on him, teasing him. My clit is rubbing on his belly, and I can’t break this routine now because it feels so good.

“Oh, God, honey. Why are you being like this? We need to talk,” He walked towards the couch before he laid me on my back. I quickly replace his belly with my fingers and rub hard on my clit. My estrogens can get high and strong, so I get very horny these days.

“We can talk while I am having you,” I whispered, pulling my lower lip between my teeth.

He lowered his boxers, licked his fingers, and gave his erected dick a little massage before he positioned it on the entrance of my pussy.

“You do know that we are leaving the day after tomorrow, right?” He prompts the obvious as he unexpectedly roughly pushes inside me.

Painful, but good. The pain he gives me is pleasurable.

“Can we talk… about… this… aaahh,” He thrusts hard, making me miss my words.

“I am not having your excuses now, baby girl. You have to listen to me, carefully. We can’t stay here forever, and as soon as we get back there, you need to prepare for what is coming for us. Your father is a powerful man, and he is going to make sure that I don’t get to live in peace. They are going to come for me, and at some point, they will get to me through you because I know they didn’t take it well that I ran away with you. Are you prepared for all of that?” I don’t get how this man is able to get all serious during this pleasurable time.

“Baby, I don’t want to go back there,”

“Tough luck, because amour, you should have been preparing for the reality all these months; we can’t stay here forever, and the sooner we deal with this, the sooner we get back to our normal lives. I want a normal life for the little one in here,”

His hands fondled my breast, pinching my nipples here and there.

“You will be guarded, twenty-four-seven. You don’t go anywhere without a bodyguard, do you understand, baby girl?”

At that moment, he did not expect to hear any response from me because it was only a rhetorical question. I am forced to understand him, even if I don’t fully agree with him. He is leaving me with no choice but to agree with everything that he says. Isn’t that what marriage is about; agreeing with your partner even if you do not, it is part of loyalty in marriage, right?

He humped harder until we reached our peak, collapses on me, and then squeezes himself next to me.

“You know, when we get home, I am going to buy you the most expensive ring that is going to make you look like my wife, maybe we can have a fur baby and-” He starts, but his statement did not sit well with me.

“Does me not having a ring on not make me look like your wife?”

“Come on, I didn’t mean it that way,”

“Then in what way did you mean it? You took me away because you thought you were saving me from a catastrophic marriage with someone I didn’t even like. We eloped on my wedding day, yet until this fucking day-“

“Watch your mouth, young lady,” He warns me, but I get up feeling very pissed.

“It’s been eleven months we’ve been together, and not even once have you told me that you love me. Sometimes, I wonder why you didn’t let me go on and marry that lunatic. Why did you even save me, and why did I betray my family; all for what… a man that does not even love me?” I feel my emotions all coming to play, but I don’t allow myself to cry.

“What is love, Paula? How do you justify love?” He raises his voice, getting up before he pulls up his boxers. “Is me giving you all the affection, not love? I take care of you, everything that I have done for you does it not look like love? Does it not feel like love? Do I not show you love, Paula?”

“It is not the same, Sergio!” Sergio Huppert, that's his name.

Realising that I rudely raised my voice at him, I take a long deep breath in and exhaled it all out.

“I sometimes want to hear you say it, the same way you tell me that you are going to protect me,”

“Why is it so important? I married you, you are mine and this should be telling you how I feel about you,”

“It matters to me. But you are right, Sergio; it is not important—not even how I feel about you is important. You only married me so that Steve wouldn’t get the opportunity to marry me even after he finds me,” I turned, walking away from him but he wrapped his arm on my abdomen and turned me back.

“You are putting unnecessary stress on our unborn child, and I can’t have that,”

“Oh, at least you care about someone. Let me ask you, where are we going to live because you never speak about your family, I don’t even know where your home is and the fur baby that you want to get, will it have a home? I just don’t know anything about you, except that your name is Sergio Huppert. It’s been eleven months, Sergio, and I don’t even know when your birthday is. God knows how much your secrets have been bothering me, but I am so tired of being patient for you to open up to me as my husband. I have reached the point where I don’t care anymore about my parents finding me, pressuring me to marry someone else to save their company because I can’t stand the cold side you often give me,”

“Paula,”

“No, I am done. I will be in the bedroom, please don’t bother me.” I walked away.

Sergio and I got married under so much pressure because the day of our marriage was the day, I was supposed to be getting married to my arranged husband that my family organised, Steve Montez. He is a wealthy man and a possible investor at my parent’s company, but I must have ruined that when I chose to escape with Sergio.

When Sergio came into my life, he came as a bodyguard but ever since, things started crumbling down in my father’s company that he desperately needed an investor which Steve had agreed to save his company, but in return, Steve wanted me to be his wife. My father saw that there was no other option but to sell me, but little did I know that my guardian angel who by the way took his own sweet time would come and rescue me on my wedding day, just before I could walk down the aisle and say yes to the man I did not even love. We got married the same day and stayed hidden in the country for the night until the next day when I fled with him on a plane. That is how we ended up on the island of Formentera, Spain.

“Paula, come on, baby open up,” He knocks on the door that I just locked a second ago. How is he able to call me baby if he can’t tell me the simple three words?

Oh, yeah, my name is Paula Alonso-Huppert. I am twenty-four years old, born and raised in Madrid, Spain but I am currently on some tranquilising island with my husband who is never so romantic with me. For the past eleven months, all we do is fuck and conversate in everything but not us. He gets very edgy whenever I want us to talk about us and our future; he totally dismisses me, just like now when I prodded him why he can’t say that he loves me. Now I’m fucked with this embryo in my stomach.

“Amour, je suis désolé,” Just listen to that. He is saying sorry in French. His French accent came out, warming its way to my heart. French is truly a language of love, so they say.

“Sergio, can I just enjoy the rest of my morning alone, please!?” I dismiss him.

“Fine, I will let you be, but I am going to come back here in an hour, and you are going to open the fucking door because you and I need to talk. There is something that you need to know, baby, I am sorry. I know that you have been trying so hard for me to give you love, not only physically but emotionally, and honestly, I owe you some truth in that…” There was some rudeness somewhere in his speech, but even so, I guess I do deserve to hear what he has to say.

You are probably wondering how I got where I am today with the man whom I am so desperate for their love. Well, I think you might need some popcorn because this is going to be a long story.