Sublime Spa Cambridge Novels & Stories

“Babe, I’ve handled emergency C-sections in under four minutes. You think I can’t secure a bedazzled officiant with an open time slot?” I laughed. “Touché.” “I’ll text you the chapel location,” he continued, pulling out his phone to send it. “And as for the rest of the day—there are boutiques all over this hotel. Just check the directory in the lobby or by the elevators. Find what you need. No budget.” Rachel made a high-pitched oof sound. “Did you just say ‘no budget’? Is this what power feels like?” “And,” Stacy added, looking straight at me, “the spa is on the second level. I called ahead. They’re expecting you both in thirty minutes.”

<><><> "That felt amazing!" Stacia James moaned with pleasure as she walked out of the massage room and into the waiting area where her sister, Nicola Grant, sat sipping on a cup of ginger lemon tea. "How was yours, baby?" "Ten on ten." Nicola winked as she went through the magazine she had spread out on the table. "We are glad you are satisfied with our service." Brittany, the spa owner, grinned as she waltzed in. "We are hoping to see your mother here soon."

Without another word, Lucien falls into step behind me as we enter the spa. The place is breathtaking. Warm ambient lighting bathes the elegant interior in a soft glow, while gentle piano music drifts through the air, blending with the soothing scent of lavender. A beautifully dressed receptionist greets us with a warm smile. "Welcome to ‘The Sterling Spa and Wellness.’ You must be Ms. Rosella." I blink in surprise before giving a small nod. "Wonderful. We've been expecting you. Everything has been prepared for you." Expecting me? The thought catches me off guard. I glance at Lucien, confusion stirring in my chest.

The title was crude but effective: **“Blackwood’s Young Curator – Private Spa Session”** The clip was only 47 seconds long, but it was devastating. It showed me straddling Damien on the massage table at the Elysium Spa, my emerald dress pushed up around my waist, head thrown back in unmistakable ecstasy as he thrust up into me. My moans were audible. His hands gripped my hips possessively. The angle was clear enough to identify both of us without doubt.

The driver announced, bringing the car to a halt. Jules pulled the window down, taking in the building before her. It was large with glass windows and tinted glass walls. The decor was beautiful and satisfying to take in and Jules was already glad she's taken this day off. “Welcome ma'am." A smiling attendant greeted as soon as Jules walked into the massive spa. The lady relieved her of her purse and led her further into the building. It had a manicure and pedicure studio and also unisex salons. But the most intriguing of all was the hot tub, and Jules couldn't wait to sink in.

"I-I think I need some air." Cameron steadied me gently. "Let's get you to the bathroom to wash up, you'll feel better." The ensuite was as luxurious as the rest of the boat, with marble tiles, a soaking tub, glass showers,double vanities. Cameron wet a fluffy towel under the tap. "Here, wipe your face." I did as he suggested, splashing cool water on my flushed skin too. It helped ground me a little, though my thoughts remained in a fuzzy haze. He assessed me with a concerned gaze.

“I’m tougher than I look, Annie. But I’ll come back in one piece. Promise.” When it was time to split up, I gave him a quick kiss, ignoring Lindsay’s raised eyebrow from across the table. “Come back soon,” I said, trying to sound casual, but my voice betrayed how much I meant it. --- The spa was straight out of a postcard. Tucked into a lush, green corner of the island, it had steaming hot springs, a waterfall murmuring in the distance, and air that smelled faintly of flowers and earth. Mom, Nancy, Ava, Lindsay, Abby, Emmy, and I settled into a private area where the staff were already setting out warm towels and bottles of scented oils. I sank into the vibe, ready to let the day melt my wor

"And I'm not going back to that boring hotel. Dad's been grumpy all morning, and Mom keeps crying. I want to hang out with Arya." I couldn't help but smile despite everything. "You're going to give Marco a heart attack, you know that?" "Where are we going?" Christabel asked, ignoring my comment entirely. "Can we get more gelato? Or go to the beach? Or…" "The spa," Marco said suddenly. I stared at him. "The spa?" "There's one two blocks from here. It’s exclusive and hard to monitor." He was already typing on his phone. "I can book us treatments under false names. We'll have a few hours at least before anyone realizes."

Keeping my hand in his, he led me over to the desk. “Mr. Rafe, how may I help you?” the concierge asked. “I was wondering if you had a steam room or a spa?” “We actually have a few steam rooms,” she confirmed. “Are they private?” he asked. “My fiancé hasn’t been feeling well, and I don’t want to expose her or anyone else and cross germs.”