Page 25 of Surrender to Me

I pressed my lips together, holding his gaze, something tight curling in my stomach. He was right and I hated that he could read me that easily. “Fine,” I muttered, turning back toward the bedroom. “But only because I want that spa package, not because you told me to.”

Legend chuckled. “Whatever you need to tell yourself, baby.”

The spa was exactly what I needed. The moment I stepped into the luxurious, all-white oasis, I felt the weight of everything melt off my shoulders. I was pampered from head to toe with a full-body massage that unraveled every sore muscle Legend had worked into me.

Next, I had a hot stone treatment that had me nearly drifting off into sleep. There was also a facial and a sauna session. I was floating, feeling soft, relaxed, glowing. But, even with all this luxury and peace, I was still thinking about him. I was still thinking about the way he watched me and the way he said things that stuck in my head long after the words had left his mouth.

Of course, he’d done shit like this before. I wasn't dumb enough to believe he hadn’t. He was too damn good at it. And yet, every time he spoke to me, every time he looked at me like I was something rare, something worth investing in—not just with money but with his time—it made me question everything.

I exhaled deeply.Am I really gonna just walk away after tomorrow? Am I just gonna take the money, take the experience, and pretend like this man didn’t touch something deeper in me?I swallowed, frowning slightly at the thought. Damn. I wasn’t sure if I knew how to do that.

After the spa treatment, I stayed there and changed into a silky, champagne-colored maxi dress and brown wedges. The soft fabric of the dress hugged my curves just right and my skin still glowed from my spa treatment. I felt light, fresh, and untouchable. I twisted my hair and pulled it up into a bun with pieces framing my face before adding a light touch of makeup that was soft but sultry.

Legend’s driver headed to the restaurant so I could meet him for lunch, which took no time at all. The restaurant was the kind of place that exuded effortless luxury. A stunning open-air terrace overlooking the ocean, the late afternoon sun casting golden light over white linen tables and polished wood floors. Palm trees swayed in the distance, their leaves rustling with the soft, salty breeze.

The air smelled like grilled seafood, fresh citrus, and expensive champagne. As I stepped inside, I felt like I belonged there. I spotted Legend sitting at a corner table, sipping on his usual amber drink, looking like something out of a billionaire’s playbook. My stomach flipped with butterflies.

He wore white linen pants with a crisp white button-up, the sleeves casually rolled to his forearms, showing off the tattoos that snaked along his dark skin. The top few buttons were undone, exposing just enough of his chocolate chest to make my breath catch. He sat leaned back in his chair, legs spread, completely at ease, a watch glinting on his wrist, his strong, veined hands wrapped around his glass. And when his eyes landed on me, that slow, knowing smirk stretched across his lips.

“Took you long enough.”

I exhaled, rolling my eyes as I slid into the seat across from him. “Perfection takes time.”

Legend let his gaze drag over me, slow and appreciative. “Mmm. That it does,” he grunted, eyes locking onto mine, making my thighs clench involuntarily.

I ignored the heat curling in my stomach, reaching for the menu instead. “What’s good here?” I asked, scanning the options.

“Everything,” Legend said smoothly, setting his drink down.

I lifted a brow. “Oh? How would you know?”

“I just know,” he smirked, nodding toward the menu. “You should get the short rib sandwich. You won’t regret it.”

I pretended to consider it, even though I was already sold. “And you?” I asked, tilting my head.

“A burger,” he said, setting his menu aside. “Simple. Fresh.”

A waiter appeared to take our order and Legend signaled for a bottle of Tequila. I leaned forward, resting my elbows on the table. “So, you eat good. You fuck good. What type of music do you listen to regularly?”

“A little of everything,” he said, studying me as he spoke. “But mostly Hip-Hop. Some blues. Jazz when I’m in the mood Of course, R&B.” I lifted a brow.Legend chuckled, his deep, smooth laugh sending a shiver down my spine. “Even a nigga like me appreciates a good love song, Honey,” he said, smirking over the rim of his glass.

I narrowed my eyes playfully. “A nigga like you?”

“One who knows what he wants,” he said, holding my gaze.

Before I could say anything else, the waiter returned with our food, the aroma immediately making my mouth water. I lifted my glass. “Well, you were right about the food. This looks so good.”

Legend lifted his own glass, smirking. “I’m always right.”

I rolled my eyes but lifted my drink anyway. “To a weekend well spent,” I said, clinking my glass against his.

“To a weekend well spent,” Legend repeated, winking at me before taking a sip.

And just like that, the rest of the world faded away. For the next two hours, we did nothing but eat, drink, talk, and laugh. No business. No sex. No overthinking. Just good food, good music talk, and good vibes. And maybe, just maybe, I let myself forget that it was all coming to an end.

After lunch, Legend took me back to his place and we changed before walking out to the private pool behind his villa. The pool was massive, built into the natural curves of the property, surrounded by white loungers, swaying palm trees, and a gorgeous view of the ocean.

A private bartender was already stationed at the bar off to the side, pouring drinks, and setting out fresh fruit and the scent of coconut and citrus lingered in the air. Soft R&B played through the built-in speakers. It was the definition of paradise.

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