HONEYMOON SPREE II
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HONEYMOON SPREE II
Stepping out of the boat with my hubby. My elbow locked in his. With a cocktail drink in my hands, we stalked into the crowd. The sandy beach was cold as I continued walking on them.
A lot of chatter erupts into the atmosphere. Disco lights reflecting in every direction. Each human we passed had a partner. They were holding hands. All seem to be in love with each other. Love in the air thingy….
Greg and I came to a halt.
“It's nice meeting you Mr Salvador.” Shuffling out his hand from his vintage short pocket, outstretching his hand for a handshake. Mr Salvador received in honour with a wide smile playing on his lips.
“My friend,” he said in excitement. “It's my pleasure Mr. Greg Richards. Who is that beauty beside you?” He asked. Greg cleared his throat.
“Mr Salvador, meet my wife, Denise. Denise, Mr Salvador, My dogged business partner in Taiwan”
“I've heard so much about you Sir” I replied. Although little has been said about him by Greg. We both exchanged a warm handshake.
One or two occasions, he said a lot of things about business partners but I couldn't recollect them all.
“Permit me Greg.” He turned to Greg, “To call your wife ‘Sugar Bear’ if that's okay by you.” We'll chuckle at the pet name. “I'm sure she likes it.” Mr. Salvador said as he winked at me
“I think I'm okay with it, Sir Salvador,” I replied. He looked at me in a silly manner I'm sure Greg didn't notice.
A lady in a kimono bikini approached us. Hanging her arms around Mr Salvador's shoulders before the reciprocated. She was an epitome of beauty. Mr Salvador wrapped his hands around her waist as we all stood exchanging a chit-chat.
He pecked her forehead.
“Here is Jennie, my friend. Ever since I arrived in town she has kept me busy.” Stylishly introducing Jennie to us.
“Holla!” She flipped her hair backwards with her hands in a long stroke. Maybe just so we could catch a glimpse of how beautiful she was.
“You look great, Jennie.” I complimented. “So nice to have you be with my friend. I'm sure you are really a good company to him”
“Indeed. Happy to have you around. Maybe we should've a drink together..what do you think?”
“Maybe you ladies should find a sweet spot for yourself. I think this is an opportunity to bring more money. Men talk.” Mr Salvador suggested.
“Is that okay with you?” Greg asked me.
“Sure. Nothing to worry about” I replied.
I and Jennie stepped away from them. Letting the men deal with their own thing why we did ours too.
I dragged a long sip from my drinks….we both settled at the rare of the beach. I looked at Jennie and then she caught a glimpse of me stealing glances.
“How did you meet your husband, Denise? He is your husband right?” She asked in curiously
“What about that?” I smiled in excitement.
“Actually, I met my man Mr Salvador at an event in the Middle East. I was invited by a few friends to a boat cruise anyway.” She moved her head sideways, not saying anything for a while.
Seemingly, like the next word was going to be a sort of nothing to hear nor talk about. Her eyes became teary.
“Is everything alright? You can choose not to say anything to me if you feel it's not the right time. Okay. I'm not going to force you” I discouraged her not to speak.
If a matter like this could make someone cry, I really don't want to hear it.
“I was arranged to have s*x with a Billionaire. Sick man for that matter, Your husband's boss.” My eyes widened immediately when I heard her say my husband's name.
“Excuse me.. how did my husband get into this?” her hands passed underneath her eyes, wiping those tears away.
“Are you saying my husband is a trafficker or works for some bad guys around the world?” I asked again.
“It hasn't gotten to that honey.” She assured me. Placing her hands on my thighs, rubbing it in a calm motion.
“So that day, I was threatened that if I don't oblige to make that man happy, I'd be thrown into the river or sold to some people who mutilate humans and sell organs.”
Goosebumps surfaced on my skin, I set my cocktail drink aside. I remembered. I had received a call from Colin about my husband being involved in some shady activities.
That made me wonder where he got all his money from after disappearing from college.
“Do you know Gregory Richards very well like you know the back of your hands?” Jennie asked.
My brow furrowed as to why this lady sitting behind me is throwing me off balance with her questions. Sending a serious hunch about the man I married. I restrained my anger.
“Sure.. Greg is my sweetheart.” Shaking off the doubt running through my mind about who my husband really was that she recently sowed in my mind.
“My high-school sweetheart and still my adulthood sweetheart.” Even though I recently divorced my ex-husband in a swift attempt to marry Greg. I replied with full courage.
Even if I don't know what he has been upto in the past I'm not going to hang my dirty linen for a stranger I barely knew.
“You really love him so much,don't you?” I nodded.
Where did I stop?” She asked, trying to recycle her thoughts.
“Oh! okay! at the boat cruise and mutilating part right?
“Yes, Jennie,” I replied. My ears waiting to sip all she has to say.
So when I was getting dragged by those men before Mr Salvador came to my rescue. He paid those men instantly in several thousand dollars just to let me go. He never had me to himself that night, he'd asked his security guards to drop me off at a hotel far away." She said.
“I'm so sorry you have to go through that. The word is not a nice place.” I sympathised with her.
“I'd have been dead by now” she said.
“Being a mistress to him is a gift that keeps on giving. I'd never thought of leaving him. His side I'll always be on,” She sounded so much inlove with someone's man.
“Don't you think you are not safe if his wife gets to know about your affairs with him?”
“She cares less. They're always fighting and she loves to lavish his money and not help him grow.” She laughed.
“You are the right one for him in that case.” I said sarcastically.
“If you say so…” We all laughed in unison.
“Look, Denise I'm not saying your husband is a bad man but actually you need to know who you are married to.” She looked straight into my eyes. Holding my hands. Like she was giving motherly advice.
“It could make or break you. Since you have been divorced for the first time you don't need the latter to be..hope you understand. A little background check would do you good in the long run.” Lady Jennie advised quickly.
“I'll do just that..could you help with any private investigator? It would go a long way..”
I wasn't supposed to do this but I feel something is not right. Simultaneously, everything is popping suspicions about my husband, Greg. Only someone who likes you could want to save your back. Right?
Nevertheless, I'd love to do my investigation about everything. Suddenly, Greg and Mr Salvador approached us unknowingly.
“Guess you both enjoyed yourselves together?” He ushered his hand.
I was startled. Turning to the voice immediately. I received his hand.
“Ofcourse.” I chuckled. Stood close to my husband as he towered me. Planting a kiss on my cheek several times.
“Safe to say we might be hanging out for the last time before we bid each other goodbye. What do you think?” Jennie requested.
“Greg” I turned to my hubby…
“That's cool with me…” He replied.
“It's a ladies thing. Enjoy! whenever you feel like.” He raised his glass of wine upwards and forward in consent. We turned in different directions leaving the behind.
Heading to our boat, Greg asked, “What were you two talking about?” His arm curled behind my back.
“Nothing much actually…just a little story about business. Though, I didn’t learn much as we were both novices.” Greg chuckled.
“Hmmm. There is always room for learning anyway. You two will be fine and make it to the top if you are willing… I could talk to her about business about the discussions you had today and put her through some stuffs if you really like her.”
He pushed further. I've always known him to be someone who helps others fulfil dreams. But this time, I really don't want to be caught in my lies..
“No..no..no! Leave it to us..she would figure out herself and myself too. We'd wrap our head around it”
“If you say so” He said not wanting to push further.
We hopped into the boat, enjoying each moment as we floated ontop water…
The reflection of light onto the waters was lovely and warm. It serenades romance. Musical instruments, especially that of a violin echoing from afar as our boat sailed; filled the vacuum of love in my heart of being loved and being with the man i love so much.
And again my lip crashed into his. I flipped from my spot onto his lap. He set his wine glass away as we kept exchanging the nectar from each other in a gentle slow kiss.
His hands passed upwards to my breast again, squeezing my hips and sniffling the scent from my neck once again.
We didn't even bother if the captain was watching us…. He had better focus. Because we didn't want another episode of Titanic to happen.
“Can we have it here?” Greg asked stylishly.
“Wherever, whenever. Even if the captain is watching”
“Becareful what you wish for” he said.
Just before I could finish.. he thrust his p***s inside of me..
As it goes, a gasp of air escapes my mouth… my mouth wide open in pleasure of being dicked on top water.
Greg's hands moved to my waist region pulling me upwards and downwards. His little member hitting my inner very well.
He flipped the hair covering my face to see as my eyes rolled above my head in pleasure.
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