Unveiled (Torn #6)(43)

For the entire duration of the ride, I had tried to keep my thoughts at bay, hoping that this meeting wasn’t anything serious.

My stomach was in knots when we reached his office building, and when I reached his floor, knocking on his door, I was almost in borderline fight or flight mode when he surprisingly greeted me with a large bear hug almost devouring me on the spot.

As it turned out my fears had nothing to fear from him because he simply planned to take me somewhere nice to spend our New Years together. Alone. Just the two of us…it was something I’d been waiting to happen because he and I needed some quality time together—to heal and fall in love again. Over. And over. And over again.

Of course we loved each other but sometimes when something causes a rift between the couple, I believed it was best for both parties to spend time together without interruption so they could reflect on how they’ve been treating each other. And it was high time that he and I get to do this because at one point, I thought we weren’t going to work out after all. But upon hearing him tell me this, I knew that it wasn’t easy for him to set aside work so he could spend time lazing with me but he was showing great effort in making amends, and I couldn’t fault him for that.

After a quick trip with his Helicopter from the building’s helipad, we flew to his mega yacht that awaited us out in the Aegean Sea. Upon landing on his boat, I was giddy as a little kid, wondering what was in store for the next few days for us. “Which islands are we checking out this time?”

He beamed, making me drool on the spot. “I want to take you to Aspasia first. You know…” he smiled shyly. “I thought it would be lovely to go back to where it all began for you and me. I can still picture you…that very first time I met you in Bass and Emma’s cottage…looking like a breath of fresh air.”

“Well hey, I always get that kind of reaction to most people since I’m irresistible and all.” I was joking around but he merely growled and palmed both of my butt cheeks, slowly sliding it down his readily hard perfect member.

“Tonight…there’ll be no escaping me. I’m going to annihilate that naughty cunt of yours with my tongue…slaughter it with my cock.” He informed me with all seriousness.

And I believed him. Because after last night’s highly charged emotional dinner, though he won’t admit to it, I was almost sure that he was punishing himself for not pursuing me sexually because he felt undeserving after the hurt he had caused. Maybe he did too…but had he taken action, I would’ve given in to him because my barriers always failed to erect when his persistent cock was in question.

“Promises, promises…we’ll see, shall we, Mr. Kosta?” I challenged him before he guided us towards the main deck. Though the air was a tad chilly, with him next to me, my insides were thoroughly warm, as if to say it’s quite ready for him.

“I had it refitted. Do you like it?” He asked the second we entered the main salon.

Slowly spinning in 360 degrees, I marveled at the high end, top of the line décor. “It’s really nice…though I didn’t find the past design horrible.” It was far from that…heck, why would people pour millions upon millions in these palatial floating vessels anyhow? Seeing these things merely proved the kind of wealth he had which was unnerving as it was fascinating. “How wealthy are you, Dimi?” I blurted out loud. “I mean there’s rich…and there’s wealth…” I made a face that portrayed pure and utter wonderment. “My parents and their friends…I mean I’d surrounded myself with rich folks and kids ever since but you and your friends—Callum, Luca, Jacques and let’s not talk about how freaking insane Andrés being a Duke and his net worth…”

He paused, frowning at me. “This is a joke, I hope?”

It was my turn to frown. “What do you mean, I’m just wondering, is that so bad? You don’t have to answer me if you feel offended. I know these are sore subjects that are off-limits but since you and I are together, I just thought you know…”

He shrugged. “You amaze me,” he murmured, staring at me.

“What?” I frowned deeper.

“You married and divorced me…and yet you had no idea how much money you let get away.”

“I wasn’t interested,” I vehemently said. “I didn’t marry you for money to begin with.”

He nodded, gazing at me curiously. “Okay, I do believe you when you say that. But why marry me in the first place when you clearly didn’t love me hmm?”

“Honestly?” I raised my brow at him. “Well since we’re already on this subject, let’s air out all the dirty laundry. First off, I was enthralled with your charms and your insane wicked ways of persistence. I had never met anyone like you. EVER. So can you blame me for being so fascinated with you? Second off, you f*uk like a stud—”

“No kidding,” he remarked snidely, appearing bemused.

I rolled my eyes because he clearly loved this part of the conversation. “Shut up and let me finish. For the stud part—let me emphasize.” I started again, giving him a haughty look that he better not interrupt me again. “You have a stamina of a bull and that’s rather hard to accomplish let alone find a freaking god that’s sex on legs in this day and age. The size of your cock never fails to give me that feeling like I’m about to orgasm when you thrust with the head itself into my pu**y—a crazy feat that not most men have honestly. Third off, you adore me to bits and even on my less stellar times that should’ve been a warning for you to run for the hills, you stuck out with me and still pursued me like no man has ever done. Fourthly—your heart purely loves me—in all my wild and wicked shades—you truly just love me.” Giving him a wry smile, I cocked my head to the side, shrugging. “I could go on and on as to why and how I decided to marry even though my heart back then didn’t have you in it. “Maybe it was fate trying to give me a hard lesson…or maybe you were just a force that I knew I just couldn’t pass without experiencing the kind of heaven you’d give me…but I did marry you, and the depth of that kind of commitment didn’t sink in until you asked when I’d move to Athens with you. I think that switched on the bulb in my head and I couldn’t handle that…so I ran as fast as I could, as far as I could, hoping that you wouldn’t come after me…but I should’ve known then that you would’ve. You’re not the kind to easily give up even if the odds were against you.”