The Billionaire Who Saved Me

Maybe this time the euphoria of liberation really exploded. Until hallucination and reality became something Garrett doubted. He fell silent. Below him, Elice tried to catch her breath and blinked once. Then she looked into her husband’s eyes.

As Elice looked at him, Garrett felt a warmth in his chest. He felt so peaceful. And Garrett was sure that no dream could soothe him like that. But he didn’t dare hope too much.

The life Garrett had lived had taught him many things. Sometimes hope is the deadliest killer of souls. He had seen it before. In the form of a father.

But Garrett’s heart rebelled. While on the other side, his health warned him. An exhausting battle where he didn’t know what was right. Is it real? Or is it a dream?

Garrett stood still as if he were a statue that couldn’t move. He tried to feel the situation as Elice’s hand rose. Wiping the beads of sweat from his chin, Garrett snapped back.

“I thought I was dreaming.”

“What?”

Garrett took a breath. He loosened his tight grip on Elice, creating a little distance. Not far, just enough to look more intently into Elice’s eyes.

“On the plane,” Garrett said hoarsely. “I thought I was dreaming. I heard you say it. But I’m not sure.”

A smile appeared on Elice’s lips. It was light and deeply touching.

“It wasn’t a dream. I really said it. I just said it again,” Elice said. Her voice sounded as chaotic as Garrett’s. “And if you still doubt, I can say it again.”

Indeed. Expressions of love are never just words. When uttered with full feeling, the heart and the entire body will provide an undeniable response. As if to prove that all that is felt is the real truth.

Elice blinked. In a sudden burst of warmth. In this moment, perhaps what people often say is true. That when lovers mix love with the feelings that come with it, happiness becomes something deeply suffocating.

“I love you, Garrett,” Elice said with deep emotion. “From the worst times to the most beautiful moments we will share together, I love…”

The word “love” was not fully uttered by Elice. It was snatched away in an instant in a kiss that Garrett couldn’t resist. Elice’s eyes closed. Her chest heaved. And she let tears trickle from her eyelids. Flowing and falling.

But those tears didn’t stay on Elice’s face for long. There were kisses that Garrett gave, erasing their traces. This was clearly a way to wipe away tears that were so sweet.

*

The honeymoon days were incredibly wonderful. Elice and Garrett, like any typical newlyweds, enjoyed everything with full enthusiasm. They went sightseeing, ate, bathed, and laughed as they hugged each other. And at night, before they rested, the star-filled sky surrounded by torches created an unforgettable atmosphere.

The sound of drums echoed with rhythms Elice and Garrett had never heard before. They came from the skilled hands of Hawaiian orchestra players. Creating melodies that accompanied the hip movements of the hula dancers.

The audience watched the typical local show with delight. Occasionally clapping and sometimes joining in.

A couple of women were attracted to Elice and Garrett. Thanks to their striking skin color and facial features. The impression of a tropical Asian area fit both of them perfectly.

Garrett refused. He was clearly not the type to shake his hips in public. But Elice laughed. She helped the hula dancers persuade him to join them. Garrett groaned helplessly.

Not wanting to leave Elice alone, Garrett decided to stand and clap instead. But Elice, in her light knee-length dress that clung to her body, looked agile as she followed the movements of the hula dancers. She skillfully elicited the applause that rang out there.

In Garrett’s embrace, Elice laughed.

“I think my stomach is turning, Garrett.”

Garrett’s hands encircled Elice’s waist. His chest vibrated with the laughter that escaped his throat. He teased.

“I didn’t know you could dance.”

Elice’s head lifted as her laughter grew louder. “Don’t laugh at me.”

But how could Garrett stop laughing when Elice was doing the opposite? By the time they sat down again, the laughter was still echoing back and forth.

Elice took a long breath. It felt good to lean against Garrett’s broad chest. And her husband didn’t mind at all. In this position they felt very close to each other. Elice could hear Garrett’s faint heartbeat while the man could inhale the scent of his wife’s hair.

“If only we could stay here forever. It would be so wonderful,” Elice said quietly. “Just the two of us.”

No articles, no crazy ex-boyfriends and no annoying in-laws. It was exactly what Elice wanted. While Garrett thought it was a good hope, too.

“You’re right,” Garrett confirmed, making sure Elice stayed warm in his embrace. The night wind started to feel cold at that moment. “No one else but us.”

No busy work schedules, no heavy responsibilities, no family drama to make his head hurt.

“Just us and the wild chickens.”

Elice laughed at Garrett’s remark. A joke strong enough to remind her that it would never happen. After all, they would both be returning to Oceana soon.

“At least there’s something good here.”

Elice reached for Garrett’s hand to hold it tighter while she moved closer to sink further into the warm embrace. She continued her words.

“We have a week of peaceful memories.”

This is something to be thankful for. And even if there are problems or bad things that happen later, Elice will remember all the good memories of the present. That’s life. Just like a spinning wheel. If she was sad yesterday, she is laughing today. Always. It’s always like that.ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

And with Garrett by her side, Elice is confident that she can get through anything. Even before their relationship bonded them, Garrett was a reason for her to persevere, let alone now? When the man, with wisdom, keeps repeating his promises in Elice’s ear. That night. In bed. On their last chance to make love in Hawaii during their unforgettable honeymoon.

“I’ll always take care of you, Elice.”

Elice’s eyes closed with the excitement that filled her chest. Her body moved in sensual waves that felt tangible in Garrett’s embrace.

“I will always make you happy.”

Garrett’s hands ran down Elice’s back. Feeling the softness there and landing on her buttocks. Giving squeezes that made Elice moan in the intimate movements.

“I really love you.”

Pulling Elice into his embrace, Garrett’s broad chest pressed against his wife’s tender breasts. He held on tightly to the slender body as he realized the sighs had turned to moans.

Garrett maintained Elice’s position on top of him. Trying to take over the rhythm of their lovemaking, trying to control it as Elice drifted away in uncontrollable passion.

“Garrett.”

Elice’s hands cupped Garrett’s neck. Rambling and growling. Then falling silent as pleasure made her hold Garrett tight.

Garrett pushed Elice until she fell asleep. Changing positions, taking advantage of the moment as best he could. He pushed his manhood. Let that part of himself sink into the warmth that Elice offered.

Elice lifted her waist. Tightening her vaginal muscles until Garrett moaned with sweat all over his body. He was eager. Even more so when Elice’s words of love filled the room.

Garrett’s mouth roamed. He found Elice’s earlobe and sucked on it. Grinding it until Elice was tickled by the sensation of passion. Unleashing the greedy nature inside her. Wanting more. Wanting more than once.

Then, as Garrett thrust at the right spot and with the right friction, Elice closed her eyes. The shadow of pleasure returned.

Elice moaned in the orgasm she received again. This time it was not only Elice who was thrown into a sea of pleasure. But also Garrett.

Garrett drowned. Buried in unspeakable feelings and sensations. Until there was nothing left of him. Everything had been poured out. Drained without a trace. In every drop that filled Elice’s womb. In the form of warmth that brought peace.

*