Page 94 of Dex

Hours later, we land in Bahia, on a private airstrip , where a sleek, black SUV waits on the tarmac and takes us to the resort the old man chose.

When we get there, the concierges unload our luggage as I take in the surroundings.This sprawling beachfront resort is elite.Ultra-private.With powder-white sand and impossibly clear water, its hidden away from the world.It has full catering, a personal staff, and, of course, security.

We’re met by a welcoming committee.Smiling attendants, ready with cool towels, trays of champagne, and fresh floral garlands.A few familiar faces dot the resort.Hollywood actors.CEOs.Industry titans.Daniela notices them too, her gaze lingering as a few approach.

“Well, well, well.Dexter Knight, finally tamed,” a hedge fund billionaire shakes my hand before turning to Daniela.“And this must be your lovely bride.”

He lifts her hand to his lips, holding it just a second too long.My jaw clenches, but Daniela plays the part well, offering a polite smile, engaging in easy conversation.

I don’t like it.

I don’t like the way his eyes rake over her, as she stands there, poised and effortlessly beautiful.She’s accustomed to how men like him think and behave, but I don’t like it.“Excuse us.My wife and I need to freshen up.”I take Daniela’s hand away from his, clasping it in mine.The gesture is smooth, possessive.Maybe too possessive.

The Guest Relations Director personally shows us to our villa.I know his job title because he’s proudly wearing it as a badge, and he has people take care of our luggage.He opens the door, and I see a champagne bottle waiting on ice.

I watch Daniela, see the way her eyes light up.“This is … I’ve never been someplace like this before,” she gushes.

“That’s because you’ve never been married before, sweetheart.”

“I haven’t, and now I consider myself to be the luckiest woman on the planet, darling,” she says loud enough for the guy to hear.

“We’ll take it from here,” I tell him.He nods with a smile then disappears discreetly.

“This is ...beautiful!”Daniela says as soon as we step inside the villa.I find her excitement endearing.

I have to agree.It’s breathtaking.It has a sleek modern design with glass and stone in hues of white and sand.It’s large, bright, and airy.High ceilings.Open-plan layout.Floor-to-ceiling windows revealing an uninterrupted view of the ocean.The private infinity pool stretches toward the horizon, shimmering under the golden afternoon sun.Every detail screams indulgence.

“Surely you’ve been to places like this?”I ask, puzzled.She’s from a wealthy family.Resorts like this shouldn’t be such a big surprise to her.

“I have, but this is ...on another level.”

I guess it is.The old man really wanted to impress, though, this isn’t like him.We were all supposed to return back to New York today.Him sending us here takes away the suspicion of what he’s still doing here, looking around AO Eletronica.

I follow Daniela as she opens the door to what seems to be the huge master bedroom, with an enormous bed on a raised dais.

As if performances will take place on that bed.

As if ...

She opens the balcony doors and there, right in the middle is a hot tub tucked into the sunken stone floor.

She blushes, before gliding past me, and opening another door.

This looks like the second bedroom.It’s not as big or as opulent, but still reeks of luxury.One side of the suite looks onto the resort, onto the infinity pool and recliners and tables of people relaxing by the pool side.The other side has the most spectacular panoramic views of the ocean.

“I’m getting changed,” she announces.I’m curious to see which room she takes.The concierge left our suitcases in the middle of the open plan living area.But Daniela doesn’t come into the bedroom.

When I go to retrieve my luggage, I see her suitcase placed out of the way, against one of the walls.I’m curious, but decide to play it cool, and take my suitcase into the master bedroom.

I’ve barely finished taking my clothes out of my suitcase, while running the “I don’t care about her” mantra through my head, when Daniela, my sexy and gorgeous new wife, walks out of the bedroom a few minutes later.

Flowing cover-up, sheer enough to reveal the outline of her bikini.Hair loose, skin glowing, the afternoon light catching on her cheekbones.

She’s stunning, and I hate the way my stomach tightens at the sight of her.I recall the way she snuggled up to me, the way her hand caressed my cock.Her breathless whisper of my name.Her skin has already deepened to a soft golden tan.She looks dewy, radiant, like she belongs in a place like this.

“You have work to do, I imagine.”

“Yes.I’ve got a lot to catch up on,” I lie.The emails and catching up on updates will take a while.I’m glad I’ll be distracted for a while.

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