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Chapter twenty-eight

Silas

Fantasizing about foam letters has to be the weirdest kink…

~ Two Months Later / July ~

Life has been paradise, marrying Cecilia was the best decision I ever made.

The press had a field day when they found out we got married.

They knew of our engagement, but we made sure to keep the wedding a secret, wanting as much privacy as possible.

If they had found out when and where it would be held, I’m sure one or two reporters would have shown up unannounced.

We’ve been in a state of euphoria ever since our wedding day two months ago, and I hope it never fades.

For our honeymoon, I’d planned to take my wife on a two-week vacation across Europe, but she told me she would rather do something simpler.

That the only thing she wanted was to be with me, and only me.

So instead, I booked us a week on a private island in the Maldives in a villa on the water.

For a total of seven days, we only left the villa four times... let’s just say we were really busy. My wife is insatiable, and turns out, so am I. I just couldn’t get enough of her.

At one point in time, the manager of the island knocked on our door because it had been forty-eight hours since we had left our accommodations or let room service in, and they were beginning to get worried.

He had a good laugh when I opened the door in nothing but a pillow covering my junk and Cecilia with a sheet covering her naked body.

Since we’ve returned from our trip, it’s been simple yet amazing days together. Hanging out with our friends, going on dates, and simply enjoying nights in by the fireplace in our living room with Milo.

Today is Cecilia’s birthday, and I’m beyond excited. I have a couple of things planned for her. One of which she might kill me for, but the look on her face will be worth it.

My baby is currently still asleep, but her alarm is set to go off in thirty minutes. I woke up an hour ago to retrieve her gift from Clay’s house and make her breakfast. Now that everything is ready, it’s time to wake up my wife.

I climb onto the bed over her sleeping form, brushing a couple of stray hairs out of the way. I begin to shower her angelic face with kisses, calling her little pet name in between each.

“Minnie.” Kiss. “Minnie.” Kiss. “Minnie” Kiss. After delivering ten or so, she finally groans and turns over to her stomach, hiding under the cover.

“Ugh! You’re so annoying! Let me sleep. You already kept me up all night, you’ve had enough, Big Guy. Now go away,” she mumbles from beneath the covers.

“But I love you!” I pout in the most pathetic puppy dog way, jutting my bottom lip out.

She’s quiet for a moment, then asks without removing the cover, “Are you making sad puppy eyes at me?”

“Yes.”

“You’re unbelievable. What do you want?” She kicks her legs, hitting me in the butt.

“I want you to wake up and get out of bed because it’s your birthday, and I have a surprise for you downstairs,” I say into what I think is her ear.

“SURPRISE!?” She jumps to all fours, knocking me in the nose with the back of her head.

“OW!” With one hand, I grab onto my throbbing nose.

Taking advantage of my semi-balanced position, she pushes me to the side, making me fall to my back onto the mattress. Then she throws the cover over me as she scurries out of bed and to the walk-in.

Pulling on a little satin pajama set at lightning speed, she rushes back into the room and jumps on the bed. “Come on! What are you doing? Get up! I want my surprise.” She removes the blanket and grabs my hand, attempting to pull me up.

I chuckle at her enthusiasm. My girl loves her surprises. I think she’ll love this one even more. I finally help her out and lift myself up and off the bed. “I’m coming, I’m coming,” I tell her, laughing.

Minnie turns for the door and makes it a couple of steps before I grab her by the waist and drop her over my shoulder. She squeals in surprise but lets me manhandle her as she giggles.

Milo, wanting to be a part of the commotion, sprints up the stairs and jumps around us, barking like a maniac. I take us downstairs and out the front door, stopping in front of the three garage doors.

From the moment we moved here, we’ve only ever used two of the three doors since we only have two vehicles. Technically both are mine, but Cecilia has been using my Range Rover for work until she gets her own car.

I don’t mind her using my SUV, but I know she would really like to have her own. So I thought her birthday would be a good time to get her something she’s always wanted.

I set my wife down on the ground in front of me while she looks around, confused. “Silas? What are we doing out here?”

I turn her back to my chest and drape my arm over her collarbone. “You’ll see.” I grab the remote from my sweatpants pocket and press the button that’s never been touched.

The third garage door begins to lift, and soon her first surprise of the day comes into view. A beautiful shiny black Lamborghini Urus with a huge red bow over the hood. The SUV winks back at us as I unlock the doors with the car key, waiting to be introduced to its new owner.

Cecilia gasps when she sees it, and her hands come up to grab onto my forearm, digging her nails into my flesh as excitement vibrates through her body. “Silas! Is that what I think it is?”

“It’s your dream car. Happy birthday, baby.” I kiss the top of her head.

“AHHH!” She screams and turns around to jump in my arms, climbing me like a tree. I barely have time to register her reaction and hold onto her so that we don’t end up falling to our asses.

She grabs my head between her hands and kisses my face clean. “OH MY GOD! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!”

Jumping out of my arms, she pushes me away and sprints over to the beautiful SUV calling her name. Standing in front of the car, she jumps in place, clapping her hands. I don’t think I’ve ever seen her this excited.

“Can I open it?” she says, not taking her eyes off her new baby.

“Of course, baby. It’s yours.”

She runs to the driver’s side and wraps her dainty fingers around the handle but stops short. Indecision swirls in her eyes as if she’s afraid this may be a dream and she’ll wake up any second. She peers in my direction with a twinkle in her hazels.

I smile and with my hand, motion for her to do it. I see her chest rise and fall, her mouth forming an ‘O’ as she exhales, then pulls the lever. I hear her squeal from the entrance of the garage when she climbs into the front seat and looks around .

She touches every surface, then shrieks and jumps back out of the car and back into my arms. “Oh, Silas! This is the best birthday ever! I’m the luckiest woman in the world. But you need to stop spoiling me, this is too much!” Her smile turns into a stern frown.

“Minnie, you’re my wife and the love of my life. I’ll never stop spoiling you.” I drop a kiss to her lips, to which she smiles against.

She tightens her arms around me and squeezes the shit out of my neck momentarily, legs wrapped around my waist. Her arms then untangle from behind me and she throws them up in the air, screaming, “I HAVE THE BEST HUSBAND EVER!”

I spin us in circles as we laugh our hearts out. I’m not sure how our neighbors feel about being woken up at six in the morning with our shenanigans, but the radiant grin Cecilia wears makes it all worth it.

Back inside, I deliver her favorite breakfast, French crepes with bananas and hazelnut spread drenched in Maple syrup, real Canadian maple syrup that I got express shipped just for her.

Once all is done and cleaned up, I help Minnie get ready for work with two or three orgasms, then send her out the door in her brand-new set of wheels, looking all sexy.

I walk back into our home through the garage and pick up my phone that was resting on the kitchen island. Tapping the screen awake, I unlock it and head into my group chat with the guys.

Me

Everyone all set for later?

Burkley

“L” is hiding in my trunk. Thanks to you, my wife now has some weird roleplaying fantasies. You owe me for this! Angry emoji

Ford

“O” is on board. I can come give you a hand with those fantasies if you’d like, I’m sure Mrs. Burkley wouldn’t say no to a 2 for 1 deal. Wink emoji

Burkley

Stay the fuck away from my wife, Ford! Middle finger emoji

Ellis

And here I was about to offer my services as well. Shame, we could have really had fun.

Ellis

Hey, Hayes. Can I keep the “V” when we’re done?

Ford

What the hell do you wanna do with that??

Ellis

Show up at Burkley’s place when he’s not home.

Burkley

I swear to God, if any of you fuckers show up at my house with that thing, I won’t be held accountable for what happens. You better bring a wheelchair because you won’t be walking out.

Adler

Does that count for me too? You know Morg always had a soft spot for me. Smirking emoji

“E” just came back from the dry cleaners.

Ford

Why was it at the dry cleaners?

Adler

You don’t want to know. Let’s just say Morgan isn’t the only one with weird fantasies.

Burkley

NO MORE TALKING ABOUT MY WIFE! Angry emoji

Ellis

All right, all right, man! Calm down, you know we’re just messing with you.

Ellis

You guys think Hayes’s wife would be down?

Ford

Laughing emoji Laughing emoji

Adler

Eggplant emoji

Burkley

Facepalm emoji

I shake my head, laughing at this ridiculous conversation. It’s always like this with them, never a dull moment.

Me

Guys, I asked a simple question. A plain yes would have sufficed.

Me

Oh, and Gabe?

Ellis

Yeah, man?

Me

Touch my wife, and I’ll kill you. Same goes for you, Adler.

Ellis

See, here’s the thing. Your threats kind of fall short since Ford is still breathing.