Beautiful Beast - Page 130

Adam spared no expense, and I couldn’t be more grateful to have him as my tour guide. And since the sale of my grandmother’s apartment went through without a hitch and my bank balance is higher than it’s ever been, I have a few surprises for him, too.

But for the most part, I pretend the money isn’t there and just let Adam’s investment guy work his magic.

“You don’t even look tired from all this traveling,” I complain. “Meanwhile, I resemble a wet rag.”

Adam chuckles. “Far from it. You’re always beautiful.”

He’s a lot more used to jet setting than I am, and between the plane ride and time difference, I’m exhausted.

I want to remember every detail of this adventure, though, so I rest my head on Adam’s shoulder and stretch my arm out to take a picture.

Adam rolling his eyes is reflected back at me on the screen. “You and your damn selfies.”

“Cooperate and I’ll reward you.”

Adam obediently grins and I take a dozen pictures, trying to get the right angle so I look like I belong on the arm of such a sexy man.

“All of those pictures look exactly the same,” Adam notes.

“No, I tilted my face and adjusted my lips in some of them.”

Adam shakes his head. “You spend too much time on Instagram.”

“You spend too much time… What do old people even do?”

“Take their girlfriends on private yachts off the coast of Greece.”

I snap. “Right.”

Adam had his first surgery, and unless you look closely, you can hardly tell that anything happened to him. The most important part is that he no longer has pain when he moves his face.

But the real healing is happening in therapy, and we’ve been able to share a bed for the last several months.

He refused to take this trip until he knew I’d be safe with him.

And I am so glad that he forced me to get up early so we’d arrive in time to watch the sunset together.

We arrive at the villa, and while Adam speaks to the staff, I can’t stop looking around. Santorini is full of bright white houses and whitewashed narrow roads, steep red hills, winding stone staircases, beautiful arches, and, of course, the breathtaking blue of the Aegean Sea.

Adam takes my hand and leads me toward our villa. Rather than go inside, we head to the huge terrace that has an infinity pool, huge hot tub, outdoor shower, panoramic views of the endless sea, the volcano, and the caldera, and white and teak loungers, beds, and hammocks.

“I can’t believe this is my life,” I whisper, resting my hands on the rough stone edge of the wall. I turn to Adam and raise one hand so I can cup his jaw. “And I can’t believe you’re my man. This is so incredible. Thank you so much.”

I had to leave Buster with Ariel, and had so much hesitation over being gone for an entire month. But I’m so glad that I came for this once-in-a-lifetime experience.

Adam lifts me up so I’m sitting on the edge of the wall, and he rests his hands on my bare legs.

“If you fall in love with any of the places we stay, just tell me. I’ll buy anything you want and it will become one of our vacation spots.”

“What if they aren’t for sale?”

“Everything is for sale. There’s always a price.”

His eyes are dead serious, and I suppose being a billionaire gives you plenty of confidence about your purchasing power.

The concierge brings over a bottle of champagne and a meze platter that instantly makes my mouth water. I can only imagine how good the tzatziki tastes.

“I apologize for the interruption,” he says. “I just wanted to bring you some refreshments and let you know that your luggage is in your suite. If there’s anything you need, please don’t hesitate to call us. Here is the bag you asked for, sir.”