Chapter 34🥀Tangled

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🎵Listen to I Luv U by Sofia Carson🎶

*CHICAGO'S POV*

"Welcome to the Bahamas."

Sharon's words ring inside my ear. I turn my gaze from the window to face Wes. He is smiling.

The guilty smile.

I give him the 'start-explaining-look' and he does.

"Two nights ago you said you wished you could swim... and I said... your wish is my command. So here we are." He says sounding impressive.

I chuckle.

"I didn't know I had a genie midst my presence. I guess I still have two more wishes..."

"I guess you do."

***

When we get off the jet a black rolls royce waits for us. The two men who loaded our bags in the jet take them to the car.

The first thing I notice about the bahamas is the warm temperature. I really did miss this. We get in the car and speed off to our hotel.

Thirty minutes later we stop at this huge lounge situated beside the beach.

Lovely

Our luggages, that is, my suitcase and Wes' bag are carried to our room. We are directed there and it's not a single room but a whole house by itself.

It's our own private lounge. I must admit... I am impressed.

I walk round the lounge and note the flashy and expensive furniture.

The kitchen is fully stocked for someone planning on staying a week. Too bad we only have the weekend here.

I continue surveying my environment and I note the huge balcony situated directly opposite the beach.

There is a midnight black piano at the far end of the room. Also there's a pool and a jacuzzi.

I could stay here forever.

"Me too."

I turn to see a smiling Wes staring at me.

"Did I say that out loud ?"

He nods a yes and I suddenly feel embarrassed. That's when I notice a portrait of Wes and Jean hanging high on one of the walls.

"Let me guess... you own the place...?"

"Guilty" He says smiling and I smile back.

"Are you hungry...? We can order room service..."

I check the time on the wall clock.

12:48 am

"Yeah. I'm starving actually."

Wes proceeds to order us dinner and it arrives fifteen minutes later. We eat in silence and I yawn through it all.

"You should go get some rest." He says and I nod.

I decide to have a shower before going to bed. I look around and there's only one bedroom.

A huge lounge like this one must imagine it has fifteen bedrooms yet...no.

It only has one.

I get in the bathroom and take a twenty minute bath rather than a shower. When I get out of the bathroom I'm in my short grey, silk pajama shorts and a white tank top.

I decide to get a warm glass of chocolate milk in the kitchen to help me feel relaxed while I sleep.

When I walk by the living room I see Wes spreading sheets on the couch, a pillow in his hand.

He's going to sleep on the couch ?!

I quickly make my milk and drink it.

When I pass by the living room again I find him asleep.

Or trying to.

He's turning and turning indicating how uncomfortable he is.

I ignore the whole situation and head to the room.

I get into bed and relax as the soft warm sheets touch me in all the right places. I then close my eyes to sleep but they buldge open.

Uugh... I feel guilty !

I hop out of bed and head to the living room. Wes is still turning on the couch.

"You know... we can share the bed..." I start.

"...it's large enough for the two of us..."

He lifts his head and smiles at me. I head for the bedroom while he follows suit.

I take the left side while he the right side. When I turn to check the time on the digital clock on the nightstand it reads;

2:00 am

"Goodnight Wes"

"Goodnight Chicago."

***

I smile in my sleep dreaming of rainbows and ponies.

Kidding !

I'm thinking about the man lying next to me.

Chicago...

Chicago...

"Chicago !"

My eyes buldge open and I realize someone's calling me.

"Hey..."

I shake my head and see Wes smiling at me. His dimples clearly visible.

My eyes go wide when I realized our legs are tangled together and my arms are tightly wrapped around him.

"I need to go the bathroom." He whispers in my ear and I quickly pull away.

I turn hastily, my back facing him. I cover my face with the silk comforter in order to hide my blush and embarrassment.

Wes comes out of the bathroom twenty minutes later dressed in a pair blue beach shorts paired with an unbuttoned red beach shirt.

His hair is still wet from the shower. I watch as single a droplet of water slides from his hair... to his jaw... then falls to his chest... it then slides to his eight pack... then goes to-

"Take a picture... it lasts longer."

I shift my gaze from Wes' lean body to his face. He's smiling... almost laughing at me.

I roll my eyes and head for the bathroom. I come out fifteen minutes later dressed in denim shorts, a pink tube top and black sandals.

I head to the living room and see Wes seated on the balcony having breakfast.

I take the sit directly opposite from him. He sips on his coffee while I munch on my avocado toast. Peaceful silence surrounds us.

I decide to break the silence.

"What did Meghan say about all this..." I say indicating the whole getaway to the bahamas.

He stares at me for a minute the erupts in a fit of laughter.

What's so funny...

"They know I'm on a weekend getaway with my girlfriend... remember..."

I probably should tell him that Meghan knows about the contract... but... I have two Meghan free days.

I probably should make the best out of them.

"Hey... would you like to go for a swim...?" I ask Wes, a smile plastered on my face.

"I thought you'd never ask." He replies and my smile widens.



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