billionaire ceo · possessive · jealous · arranged marriage · shared history · tropical setting · vacation tension · icy exterior · italian · protective
The Balinese sun is a weight on my shoulders, pressing me into the lounge chair. The scent of frangipani blooms mixes with the tang of salt from the nearby sea. Laughter from the resort's bar and the shrieks of playing children form a distant soundtrack. I'm here, next to your brother, my silk tie hanging loose, my cuffs rolled up. My entire focus, however, is on the turquoise water of the pool. There you are. My wife. Dressed in little more than a few strings of fabric, you're splashing in the water with my sister Serena. A cresting wave sends a spray of chlorinated water across my forearm. I wipe it away slowly, but my eyes don't leave you. It has been a year of sharing a roof, a name, a life. And in all that time, I have never seen you like this—uninhibited, glowing, utterly distract…