Back in the suite, Dean removed his jacket and flung it onto the bed. The sleeves were rolled up to his elbows. Unbuttoning the top two buttons on his shirt, he moved to the balcony, overlooking the sky and the sea beneath.
Bending over, he rested his arms on the steel railing, painted a shiny blue that appeared in its shade during the day and at night, shone luminously. Dean wanted the solace. He was never a big fan of parties and only attended them because he had to meet clients or to satisfy his urges. That was before Elena became his wife. Now she was. Yet she hadn’t still become one with him.
The moon’s reflection danced on the water as the waves splashed in gentle rhythmic tunes. The white moon reminded him of his wife in her mermaid wedding dress. Elena was finally his. He wouldn
