I was walking in the sunshine. This was undoubtedly the best holiday of my life. Xander spoiled me, showing me love, attention, and toe-curling s*x. I have domestic staff at my beck call, and every single thing I ask for, I got.
It was beyond amazing, and I felt like sharing my joy with someone.
However, since I was bound by Xander's privacy rules, I couldn't mention our relationship to anyone, not even my roommate. Even if I had a best friend I could confide in, I still lack the word to adequately describe my experience. I was simply beyond anything I could have imagined. It felt like I made it.
I spent most of my quiet time lost in my thoughts. I started imagining getting married to Xander. Yes. It was no longer a struggle to call him Xander. I could imagine calling him Mr. Xa
