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Story: A Man of Prestige

I move my hand down to his chest and rest it over his heart. “You’re good in here. And that’s what counts.”
He places his hand over mine. “I’m good when I’m with you. You make me a better man, Vivienne.”
He leans down and kisses me, slowly this time. I wrap my arms around his neck and he reaches down and hoists me up, forcing me to grip his waist with my legs as he begins to walk us up to the houses.
He lets me slide down his front and holds on to me until I’m standing again. “Let’s take a look at our home.”
He opens the sliding door, and we step inside. This tiny home isn’t so tiny. It’s probably twice the size of the one at his property in Virginia.
“How?” I ask as I start walking around and exploring it.
“I found this island before we were together. I’d been looking for a while. I wanted a getaway place. And then, well, things were expedited, so my search became more intense. I found this island and Bryce told me about a friend who builds homes, and the rest is history. We’re one hundred percent off the grid here. We can connect to the internet if we want, but otherwise, we’re not connected to the world at all, except by the ocean surrounding us.”
I walk up the beautifully carved stairs to a hallway with two doors.
“Turn left,” he says from behind me.
I open the door like I’m Alice in Wonderland. Inside is an actual bedroom with four walls. The bed is enormous. The far wall looks to have a closet. It’s designed similarly to his tiny home with the side of the room dipping lower so he can stand.
I blush at the memory of our first time together in his tiny house back home. I step forward, running my fingers over the silky sheets. I note a door in front of us.
“Go ahead,” he urges, nudging me from behind with a firm hand to my back. I open it and find a spiral staircase. I walk up to them and am treated to a rooftop deck with the most amazing views. “This is…” I trail off as I take in the island. It’s huge. I can see the shore of the mainland in the distance. The water is at least seven shades of turquoise.
Conner walks up behind me and wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me back against him.
“It’s all ours, baby. Our escape,” he murmurs in my ear.
I wrap my arms over his and lean my head back against his chest. He places his chin on top of my head and I grin.
“Did I do good?” he asks.
I giggle and spin in his arms. “You did more than good,” I reply as I pull his head down to mine. He presses his lips to mine, and I’m home. This man is my home.
I pull back with tears in my eyes. “I love you,” I whisper.
“I love you more,” he replies.
“Not possible,” I retort.
“We’ll settle it in the bedroom,” he declares as he takes my hand to lead me back inside, but it feels more like he’s leading to my future, and if it’s with him, then it’ll be perfect.