Chapter Twenty One~ Welcome to Villa Île Des Rêves

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Melanie's POV

I had just made it in the house when my doorbell rang. I dropped my purse on the sofa and went to the door. A Heroman's flower truck was parked in my driveway and a delivery boy was knocking. I opened the door.

"Melanie Guillory?"

"Yes."

"These are for you."

"Okay. Thank you. They are beautiful. Let me get you a tip."

"Already taken care of. Enjoy your Valentine's Day."

He walked off and I brought the flowers inside. They were a beautiful bouquet of all my favorite flowers. The card was in the middle and so I pulled it out.

Dear Melanie,

Happy pre-Valentine's Day. As I see it, I won the bet so it's time to reap my winnings. Since something has come up I will not be able to see you until tomorrow. What I want you to do is follow my instructions.

1. A driver will take you to the airport around nine am tomorrow where you will board a plane. (No overnight bag needed) Destination will not be disclosed. No one will tell you, so don't ask.

2. You will arrive where you will be taken to your final destination. Additional instructions will be given at that time.

Love,
Marc

I looked at my watch and it was almost noon. I hadn't heard from him all day and with him running out in the middle of the night, I had gotten worried. I had tried calling his cell earlier and Reba had told me that he had cancelled all his appointments up until Tuesday. This was so not like him not to call that I was actually relieved when I got the flowers.

I wondered where he could be? My phone started to ring and then my heart began to flutter because I knew it was him.

"Marc?"

"It's me. Did you get my note?"

"Yes and the beautiful flowers. Thank you."

"You're welcome, I will see you soon."

"Wait? No hints? Please."

"No and stop begging. Save that for tomorrow night."

Did a rush of wetness dampen my panties?

"Very funny."

"I'm not laughing, my dear."

"Okay. I haven't heard from you all day and I have been worried, are you okay?"

He took a deep breath and sighed. "I'm fine. I thought you would be happy to get a break from me. I remember not that long ago I was harassing."

"Well things change. I didn't realize that Marc Hernandez would be the man of my dreams. So caring, compassionate and a great lover."

"You think of me like that?"

He seemed so surprise at my words. I could almost envision him with that crooked smile on his face.

"I think about you in so many ways. The way your fingertips glide across my skin sending shivers down below or the way your lips touch mine so soft and delicious. Or is it the way you whisper how much you want me in my oh so sensitive places or when our bodies find that perfect...mmmm...motion. I can count the ways but it would take me forever to show you my Marcelin."

He cleared his throat.

"Re....I mean really?"

I licked my lips. I took a deep breath almost panting. He cleared his throat again.

"Only if you knew how much I want you right now. My throat is so dry only you can quench my thirst."

I heard him say, "damn," faintly.

Yep I had gotten to him and a slow smile crept across my face.

"I will see you in the morning and don't keep me waiting." I hung up and slid the phone down, he may have won the bet but I was taking home the prize, the ultimate seduction.

Marc's POV

I had just been tortured and dismissed all at the same time by Melanie. She had completely turned me on where I had to just adjust myself. I had to laugh though as she had used her womanly wilds but she was still new to the game.

My plane landed back in New Orleans. The temperature had turned cool as I zipped up my jacket. I walked in the airport lobby where the attendant pulled my car around. It was a little after noon and I still had some stops to make before leaving.

I called up my friend Dominque LaSalle as she had made a special dress for Melanie to wear tomorrow for our Valentine's Day dinner.

I stopped by and the dress she created was perfect. She packed everything up and I took it with me. She was letting me borrow her villa known as, Île Des Rêves, the Island of Dreams. It was situated on the tip end of a private island she and her cousin Ian Harrington owned called Wonderland.

Her villa was on a secluded side surrounded by water and two hours from her main estate. The only way to get to it was a two mile bridge that connected it to the mainland.

To top it off she had arranged for world renowned Chef Francois Garnier to cook dinner tomorrow. He was flying in from France for the special occasion as a favor to her.

Hopefully everything would go according to plan. I had worked out most of the details but there was one thing I still had to do.

I wanted to check in on Mr. Guillory as they told me he had been moved to the therapy floor. He was making progress and I wanted to see for myself. Melanie and I were getting closer and I needed him to know that I was in love with his daughter.

I pulled up to the facility and walked in. I headed towards his room and the aide was going over his new regiment.

"Mr. Hernandez we were just finishing up," the little aid said. I walked in and took a seat. Mr. Guillory had a smile on his face.

"I'm assuming they are treating you well," I asked.

"Yes...thanks to you."

"No trouble. Just made some calls. They tell me you are doing a lot better so I wanted to see for myself."

"I feel better..."

"Good."

"Why are you...doing this for...me?"

"To be honest for Melanie. She loves you so much and it kills her to see you like this. She remembers that vivacious man that cared for her and she thinks since your wife is no longer here you have lost that spark of life."

"She's right. I...have."

"Well hopefully with this new treatment you will fight and Melanie can have her father back."

"You love her...don'tcha?"

"I know you and I have just met but I would do anything for her. I've been in love with her for a longtime it was just until recently that it was time for me to confess it. Something has been missing for a while and then I realized it was your daughter."

He sat there looking at me.

"I'm getting old. She...needs some...one to take care...of her."

"I promise to love her, take care of her and treat her with the utmost respect. You have my word on that." I cleared my throat.

"She loves you too. Told ... me herself. I be...lieve you when you (pause) say those things. She...needs a good...man in her...life like you."

"Thank you sir. I want to be the man she needs."

"You have...my permis...son to date...my daughter."

He laughed and so did I.

"I will do right by her sir," I said while he held out his hand and I shook it. His speech therapist was walking back in so it was my queue to leave. We said our goodbyes and I walked out the door. I couldn't help that my chest was poking out.

I made a few more calls before I headed back to the airport.

7am Next Day

Melanie's POV

I got up as I had tossed and turned all night. My back ached, my head was throbbing and I seemed so restless. For all intense purposes I didn't like waking up to an empty bed anymore. I rolled over and the sheet along with the comforter was still pulled up. It sucked sleeping alone.

I looked at my phone and there were several text messages from Marc.

"Why can't I sleep? Oh I know why, you're missing." 11:42 pm

"Happy Valentine's Day❤️" 12:00am

"Can't wait to see you. A driver named Michael Johnson will be picking you up." 3:15 am.

I giggled. I had turned a hardass into a Casanova. Damn I was good, but he was still better, but hopefully not for long. I had a feeling this Valentine's Day was going to be one for the books.

I got ready and five minutes before nine, the driver was knocking at my door. I looked in the full length mirror taking one last look at myself. I was wearing a short red crisscross dress with matching sandals. My makeup was light and I had decided to pin my hair up with my natural curls flowing.

"Ms. Guillory, Mr. Hernandez sent me to take you to the airport. I'm Michael Johnson."

"Yes, he told me to expect you, let me get my purse."

He escorted me to the car and we drove off to the airport.

Remembering last Valentine's Day I had worked late. Marc was working on the Tokyo deal with Mr. Chang and everything that could have gone wrong had. Marc was a loose wire yelling and biting off heads of executives wanting things done right then and there. Mary Sanders, who use to be the Director of Finance, went home in tears and Frank Jacobs, an Account Executive, quit three days later. It was almost eight o'clock that night before Marc had settled down.

I had ended up ordering his favorite pasta from Emeril's and once I did he let me go home. Believe me I was glad to go but an ounce of me didn't want to leave him in such disarray. I watched him through a crack in the door until I could tell he was going to be fine. I didn't need him having a heart attack over this deal.

I left only to go home to left over Chinese food and a carton of Breyer's Cookie and Creme icecream. I had also watched a marathon of A Different World. Call me what you want but yeah I was pitiful but look at me now.

This year things would be different. Not only would I be wrapped around a gorgeous man, but somehow I was intrigued on what he had planned.

My phone rang and I looked down to see Tammy calling. I quickly answered the phone.

"Hey Chica."

"Mel I'm so nervous. I don't know what to wear tonight. I've pulled everything out my closet and nothing looks right. I shouldn't go on this date. Why did I accept?"

"Calm down Tammy."

"I can't I'm so nervous. He may not like me you know I tend to over talk myself when I'm nervous. I've watched him play football for years and I've fantasized but this is like for real."

"Take a deep breath. You can wear that little cute navy blue dress that has the split up the side. Wear your hair down and top it off with those black and navy pumps. That dress shows all your assets in a very appealing way."

"I think you're right. It's subtle."

"See. Everything will be perfect. Like you tell me, you worry too much."

"You're right. Think positive things and in return positivity will come. So what do you and Marc have planned?"

"I have no idea. He had a bouquet of flowers delivered yesterday and now I'm headed to the airport where I have no clue of where I'm going."

"Ah who knows he could be whisking you off to Europe or somewhere far away. I'm sure he's put a lot of thought into it. He just seems like he's meticulous and wants everything to be perfect."

"He does. I'm curious though as he won the bet."

"Girl I'm still laughing at those pictures. Marc is freaking hilarious. He must really love you to dress like a fool."

"He does. It's so weird. I miss him when he's gone now. In the past I couldn't wait for him to leave on a trip to get a break. I think I might be feening for him now. He's turned me into his love slave."

"Well that's not a bad thing. At least you're getting some and evidently he's laying it on you good."

"Too good girl. I'mma be cross-eyed and crippled before my next birthday."

"Damn that's what I'm talking about." We both laughed as the car made it to the tarmac.

"Okay I'm at the airport. Not sure when I will be able to talk since I lost the bet. I know everything will be fine for the both of us."

"It will. Hopefully Gray and I will have fun since we stayed on the phone for hours last night."

"That's a good sign Tammy. I think he could be good for you and you for him. I could see you walking down the aisle."

"Hey, you first."

"You think so?"

"Girl he let you meet his parents, he's met your dad and he laying it on you good. I would give you six months and we will be planning a wedding."

"I just think that we are moving to fast."

"Mel please. For the last three years you two have been having foreplay. It's about time you all get to the real deal."

"You need to stop," I said chuckling.

"I'm serious. You have talked about him for years but I knew deep down you had a thing for him. The more you talked about him whether it was bad or not, he was all that you talked about. You know his likes and dislikes. He trusts you, is in love with ya, hell he's even dressed up for you. You have been denying yourself for so long and how many times have I told you that you were in love with him?"

"Too many."

"Exactly. Even when you were with nastyass Chris, I still can't get over he was bi, but anyway you didn't love him, you just wanted to be with somebody."

"Looking back at Chris I really must have been desperate. I didn't even see the clues."

"We at times see what we want to see. He knew how to play the part so well you may not have ever known until you were walking down the aisle or worst."

"What?"

"You know when the minister would have asked if anyone was against the marriage I'm more than sure a few of his lightweights would have stood."

"That would have been embarrassing and it would have sucked T."

"Yeah that's true, but we could have gotten drunk and bust the windows out his car. Could have even had that 65' Charger looking like an Arger laughing the whole time we did it."

"True and probably ended up in jail."

"We would have gotten off for distress. No judge would have let us rot knowing your fiancé was playing undercover bruther. No ma'am he would have felt sorry once you cried a river and told him how this Chris fool led you on."

"Girl what am I going to do with you?" I said shaking my head and laughing. I entered on to the plane.

"Well I will let you go and will let you know how the date with Gray went. Whether it's a bust or not, I could at least say I went out with a pro-football player and a cute one at that."

"I think I made a perfect match."

"I hope so. Enjoy your trip. Love ya girlie."

"Love you too."

Two hours later I was touching down and there was water on both sides of me. I had to be on an island but it wasn't San Marcos. A car was waiting on me and a Caribbean man was waiting by the car.

"Mademoiselle Guillory?"

"Yes."

"My name is Dietrich and I will be your driver."

"Can you tell me where we are going?"

He just smiled and shook his head no.
"I was given instructions not to answer that question. Mr. Hernandez is waiting for you."

"Are we on an island? We are not on San Marcos?"

"San Marcos?"

"Yes. San Marcos Island."

"Don't know."

"Really?" I pulled out a fifty.

"Will you tell me now," I asked waving the fifty.

"No."

I got in and we drove off. Marc was serious when he told me no one would tell me where I was going. I even tried asking the pilot and he was closed lipped.

The luscious green grass and tropical weather was a lot different than back home. The clear blue cloudless sky was filled with high flying birds and trees that seem tall as the heavens surrounded me. I was in pure wonder trying to figure out where I was. The curvy roads continued to wind as we seem to be traveling upward.

We came to a long bridge and up ahead there was a beautiful estate that sat on the end tip of the land. Surrounded by crystal blue water on three sides with a huge yacht down below, the picturesque view was breathtaking. Tropical flowers of all colors bloomed against the rich landscape making it one of the most beautiful places I have ever seen. I rolled my window down taking in the erotic breeze while fragrance of intoxicating blooms filled the air.

I was in awe looking out the window, it almost seem that the villa had transformed before my eyes into something dark and erotic. Flashes of pleasures of the flesh entered my mind causing me to sit back and close my legs tightly. I had to close my eyes shaking my head bringing myself back to reality. I felt odd but somehow free. Marc had truly outdone himself and somehow this felt perfect.

We finally stopped at the gates where they opened up. The tall columns and rustic Caribbean tropical plants covered the front. The villa looked larger than life up close. It was almost like a presence welcoming you in. I almost couldn't wait to get out and explore. My feelings of seeing Marc was almost amplified. All I wanted to do was fall in his arms and have him whisk me away.

A large statue of a woman and two men bending down beside her was unique as water filled the bottom of the fountain. The manicured lawn down to the beautiful antique stained glass window at the top was absolutely gorgeous. Every little detail was perfectly executed with meticulous care. It was more of a showpiece and the perfect backdrop for our day.

Dietrich pulled up to the front of the house and opened my door. I got out taking in the beauty of the property when I heard that deep Galician voice say, "welcome to Wonderland."

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For those that are not familiar with Wonderland, ninety percent of this island that is located in the Caribbean, is owned by Ian Harrington and Dominique LaSalle. Check out 7 Pleasures in Wonderland (Ian's story) and Valentine's Ménage (Dominique's story.)

There are many secrets on this island with sexual pleasures that will come to life. I will try to keep PG, so bear with me, wahahahahahaha. Hope you enjoy the next 2 chapters. Don't forget to tell me what you think will happen next. I would love to hear your thoughts.

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