Page 56 of Viral Affair

As much as I liked her, I was glad we were finally going our separate ways.With her being so young, she was very reckless and at times annoying.

“No idea, and after last night, I don’t want to have any expectations because I don’t want to be disappointed. Rupert is a complicated man,” I replied, wondering if a woman could die from not having sex for too long, because that was exactly how I felt then. In the end, I’d made myself come last night, but using my vibrator felt underwhelming at best.

“I see that you’re ready for me, sunshine.”

The familiar voice startled me. I turned around. Rupert stood in front of the yacht with his own bag, looking gorgeous, wearing a light-blue t-shirt. My ovaries vibrated as I took a deep, steady breath.

“Rupert? What are you doing here? Are you with your car?” I asked in confusion because I thought he’d said we were going for a car ride somewhere.

“We don’t need a car,” he replied and then walked up to my friend. “You must be Jess. It’s nice to meet you. I’ve heard a lot about you from Veronica.”

“Oh, so charming. Yes, I’m her crazy friend. My boyfriend Federico is out doing some errands. So, where are you taking Veronica?”

“It’s a surprise,” he said, winking at Jess, who giggled like a schoolgirl.

I was not impressed because the Adonis here was making me crazy aroused by refusing to fuck me.

“Come on, sunshine. The adventure awaits.”

“Have fun, babe, and don’t forget to text me,” Jess said when I turned to hug her.

I didn’t know why, but I felt like this was the start of another journey for me, and I truly hoped there was going to be a lot of sex—otherwise I thought I might die.

My new boyfriend smirked at me, waved to Jess, and grabbed my hand. He looked so smug, cool and collected, so delectable with his tattoos poking out of his shirtsleeves.

“Are you going to tell me where we’re going?” I asked as we walked along the marina, passing several other docked boats, fishermen, and vessels until we reached a large blue yacht called The Dreamer. Damn it, I’d always dreamed of sailing in a yacht like that, shiny and luxurious. A few times I’d had clients who owned a yacht like this, but I’d never spent more than one night on one of them.

“Maybe, but for now all you need to know that we’re sailing somewhere else, but this time in pure luxury,” Rupert announced, taking his sunglasses off.

I laughed, looking at him like he’d grown a pair of horns.

“Sailing, in what? The Dreamer?”

“Indeed, sunshine, this is my boat that just arrived from Devon. Did I not mention before that I own a yacht?” he asked, still smirking.

“No, I didn’t think you were the sailing type,” I responded, because I knew he was pulling my leg. There was no way he owned this amazing thing of beauty.

Moments later, someone appeared on the boat, a brown-haired woman in her late thirties wearing a navy uniform. She waved at us, offering a welcoming smile.

“Mr. Banks, welcome. The captain is ready to sail wherever you are,” she said to Rupert.

My jaw dropped as he dragged me inside the yacht through the narrow bridge.

“Thank you, Suzanna. This is my girlfriend, Veronica, and you know the plan,” he said.

I was still trying to process what was going on. It seemed that I was dreaming.

“What? So he does own this boat? And this is not a joke?” I asked, completely bewildered.

Suzanne had beautiful blue eyes and a ring on her finger, which meant she was married.

“The Dreamer is Mr. Banks’ yacht, Miss Veronica,” she answered. “It’s very nice to meet you. Please go downstairs and make yourself at home. I have prepared a small breakfast already.”

“Come on, sunshine, I bet you’re starving,” Rupert said, nudging me with his hand on the small of my back.

I was silently freaking out. This man was unbelievably real, and this was really happening.

“Let me show you around. I know you probably have questions.”

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