He cupped my cheeks and kissed me deeply. “You made me the happiest man on earth when you loved me back and agreed to marry me. Now, there’s no way to describe how I feel.”
I kissed him gently on the lips. “Then describe it with your body.”
THE END
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CEO’S SECRET BABY
Chapter One
Leah
“Leah…” Anne groaned. “Shut that thing off!”
I came to from my light doze. The crowing from my phone’s alarm finally pierced my subconscious. My eyelids lazily fluttered open.
“Leah!” She groaned again.
It took me a few more seconds to process what her complaint was about. I reached for the phone on the stool by my side and cut the ringing.
“We’ll burn, Leah,” Anne complained. “Set it for another half hour.”
I turned from my front, and rested on my back. I ignored her for a moment as I tried to recollect myself. My eyes opened fully then, squinting a little at the daylight’s sharp reception beyond the shade of our wicker parasol.
There were now hordes of people in the ocean and around the sandy beach, much more than had been present when we’d arrived about two hours earlier.
I picked up my phone, and reset the alarm.
Slender, but hostile hands reached out to repeatedly tap my arm. “Change the sound from that damn crowing cock. It’s driving me crazy.”
I turned my gaze to my pestering friend.
Laid out by my side in an orange gingham bikini, Anne’s blonde hair looked matted wildly on top of her head, akin to a bird’s nest. Her expression looked drowsy as her face contorted irritably.
“You’re becoming a nightmare,” I growled as I lifted my hands above my head. The stretch was almost magical, the creaks and soreness I hadn’t even been aware of smoothened out of my overly rested bones.
She sighed and went back to sleep.
I turned to the beach bed by my right, to see that the third member of our party was missing. “Where’s Tracy?” I drawled.
I didn't get a response so my gaze roved across the expansive stretch of sand and people, hoping to spot her one-piece Coca-Cola swimsuit somewhere amongst it all.
I had no luck, so I gave up and was about to shut my eyes when I heard her high-pitched call. I looked over at the shout.
Tracy was waving excitedly from the distance with one hand, while the other supported a basket of snacks as she headed over to us. Behind her was Mehmet, the genie from the beach’s snack bar we had acquainted ourselves with since our arrival two days earlier.
He was approaching with a tray of colorful fruit garnished cocktails.
This sight instantly made me sit up.
“Anne, I brought you a Mai Tai,” Tracy announced as she arrived. “Leah, the Hurricane’s for you.”
“Thank you,” I cheered as I reached out with both hands for the red gradient drink. “Thank you, Mehmet.” I smiled at the gaunt, bearded server.
“You’re welcome ma’am,” he said, his eyes lowered to the ground, his response was somewhat shy.
I couldn’t blame him. We were all half-naked.
I took a good long sip of the fruity rum punch, and it made me feel like I’d been resurrected from the dead. A moan escaped my throat, as I thanked the gods for a good life.
Tracy settled into her bed as Mehmet placed the remaining cocktail on the stool by her side. “Anne, I'm taking yours,” she said.
Our presumably sleeping friend got up instantly. With a sharp look at Tracy, she rounded our beds and picked up her drink. Then she grabbed some cookie packets from the basket, and returned to her corner.
It was amusing enough.
We all soon settled in, watching the vastness and flurry of activities beyond as we consumed our light refreshments.
“I want to lounge there tomorrow,” Tracy said.
I turned to see her longing gaze on the beds and parasols on the pier extended over the sea.
“Keep dreaming,” Anne said. “In order to get a spot there you have to be up at the crack of dawn to make the reservation.”
“I’ll do it,” Tracy said brightly and picked up her phone. “I’ll set the alarm for 6 am.”
Anne shared a look with me.
I couldn't help snorting with laughter into my drink. “We came here to get away from alarms, Tracy,” I said. “Not continue to set them.”
She was adamant. “Well, I want to lounge on the pier, so I'm going to get up to reserve it.”
“Good luck with that,” Anne said. “By the time we get back from Pirates today, who knows if we’ll even be able to walk.”
Tracy and I both turned to her.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“We’re going back there?” Tracy complained.
“There’s a foam party tonight,” Anne replied. “The hot bartender told me.”
“Foam party?” Tracy spat, her tone laced with disgust.
I remained indifferent because no matter how crazy things got I planned to stay on the sidelines.
“Yup! Foam party,” Anne repeated unapologetically.
“What are we, nineteen? Foam parties are ridiculous!” Tracy huffed.
“No, they’re not!” Anne countered. “They’re a helluva lot of fun, and did you miss the part about ‘the hot bartender’? I have a grinding appointment with him tonight.”
“His mouth was in yours half the night yesterday, and you still don’t know his name?” Tracy countered.
Anne set her empty glass down and leaned back on her bed, her arms behind her head, eyes shut with a massive smile across her face. “I don’t need to. What’s important is that the entire floor is going to be steamy… and wet… and he’s going to be there…” She gave us a glance, bright with perversion. “Preferably behind me. I’m wearing white and no bra.”
I smiled. “I’ve never been to a foam party before,” I said to Anne. “Heard about them though. Are they really that bad?”
Tracy’s eyebrows shot up. “Really? Not even in college?”
I shook my head.
“Well, you’re not missing anything. They’re disgusting. The entire floor is covered with soap suds that may or may not blind you before the end of the night. Everyone is wet and stepping on you and
