LOGINBritney let the herbal water work its magic as Cole stepped out to take a quick rinse of his own. Realizing how tirelessly he had cared for her over the past two days, she decided to give him a break.
Quickly finishing her bath in the soothing, medicinal waters, she rinsed off with fresh water, wrapped a plush towel around herself, and hurried into the dressing room to figure out an outfit for the day. Before she could even pull a hanger from the rack, Cole strode into tBritney's hands shook slightly as she raised her phone to dial Robin's number. As she stared at the screen, a sudden wave of guilt hit her—she noticed a string of missed calls from Robin spanning the last two or three days. Caught up in the dizzying whirlwind of her wedding and her new life with Cole, she hadn't paid attention to her phone at all. Right beneath Robin's name, she also spotted missed calls from Alex and Sophia. She swallowed hard and pressed call. Before the ringtone could even finish its first cycle, Robin's frantic, terrified voice exploded through the speaker. "Britney! Where on earth are you?!" Robin yelled, his voice laced with panic and fury. "Your apartment has been silent, and I've been calling you for days! Do you have any idea how terrified I was? Where are you?!" "Hi, Robin..." Britney squeaked out in a tiny, defensive voice. "Don't 'hi Robin' me!" he ordered sharply. "Tell me right now where you are! D
After the lingering kiss, Britney looked up at Cole with a renewed, hungry craving burning in her eyes. She wanted nothing more than to taste his lips again, the proximity driving away any lingering thought of fatigue. Cole chuckled softly, pulling back just an inch as he looked down at her flushed face. "Aren't you hungry?" Britney pouted, her hands resting against his chest as she lightly traced the fabric of his shirt. "We're on our honeymoon right now, so I feel like having some fun first." Cole burst into a rich, warm laugh. "At night, darling. Tonight I'll take you out on a date, and we'll have all the fun you want." "Until night? Who's going to wait that long?" Britney grumbled, glancing out from the glass windows and realizing with a groan that it was still only late afternoon. Cole laughed again, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "So impatient?" Truth be told, Cole’s own body was screaming for him to pull he
The beach house was a masterpiece of modern design, constructed entirely of expansive floor-to-ceiling glass panels that blurred the line between the indoor luxury and the wild, untamed beauty outside. Stretching out from the main level was a massive, crystal-clear infinity pool that seemed to spill directly over the edge and flow right into the endless expanse of the ocean. Surrounded by whispering trees and kissed by the sea spray, the entire property radiated an effortless, upscale beachy vibe. Inside, the ground floor opened up into a spacious, sunlit living room and a sleek kitchen designed for effortless seaside living. Upstairs, a sprawling master bedroom offered panoramic views of the water, opening out onto a wide, private balcony perfect for watching the horizon. The adjoining bathroom was vast and luxurious, featuring a deep soaking tub and a separate glass shower area framed by views of the green canopy outside. Britney stood i
"Look outside, we're about to land," Cole told Britney, and she eagerly looked out the window. She gasped as she caught sight of nothing but ocean after ocean—coral blue water and a tropical island featuring a narrow airstrip right where they were going to land. She looked at Cole with surprise and astonishment. "This is a private island, right? We're going to a private island?" Cole said, "We aren't going to a private island, we're going to our private island." Her mouth formed an "O" shape, and she said, "You have a private island too?" Then she looked back outside and said, "I heard you only came into the business world three years ago, and in three years you've actually achieved so much." Cole said, "only I know how hard I've worked in three years." Their plane slowly landed, and Britney kept looking outside at how their plane was touching down amidst the trees and near the ocean. This was the best honeymoon destination wher
The captain taxied the jet along the air strip before easing the throttles forward, hurtling down the runway until the aircraft's nose lifted into the open air. Beside him, Britney instinctively closed her eyes and clutched the edges of her leather sofa seat with white-knuckled intensity. Sensing her tension, Cole reached across the console, placing his warm hand gently over hers. He stroked his thumb soothingly over the back of her hand and began rubbing circles. "First time flying?" he asked, a hint of genuine surprise in his voice. "No, I flew plenty of times with my grandmother when I was younger," Britney murmured, her eyes still shut tight. "It's just been so long, and I've always had this lingering fear of heights." "Open your eyes, wifey," Cole whispered, his deep voice carrying a quiet anchor of safety. "Look outside." Britney fluttered her eyelids open, turning her head toward the cabin window. The jet had already broken through
"Wait," Britney said, tapping Cole’s arm. "The departure gates were back there. Where are we going?" "We aren't using the public terminal," Cole replied calmly. "We're heading toward the private aviation hangars where my aircraft is waiting." "Your own personal aircraft?" Britney echoed, her eyes widening. A wave of irritation and anger hit her as she remembered how rushed she had been that morning. She was forced to wake up early and then she didn’t get a chance to seduce him in the shower. “Wait—if you have a private plane, why were you rushing me out of bed so early?! You made me panic thinking we were going to miss our flight!" Cole burst out laughing at her outraged expression. "Wife, just because it's a private aircraft doesn't mean air traffic control bends the universe to our schedule. Slots are fixed down to the minute. If we missed our designated takeoff window, we could have lost our clearance for hours." "







