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“If we don’t board the same jet as our lovely wives, we’ll know something is up. If we do? Then we’re good.”
“I’m packing warm clothes just in case,” Collin said. “I don’t trust these fools.”
“Well, firstly, we’re flying private, so we can pack our entire wardrobe. Secondly, the guys would fuck with you and me, not our wives. You know that.”
“So, you think we’re really getting two solid weeks of alone time with Ash and Laney?”
“Let’s hope so,” I said.
“Okay. No more overthinking,” Collin agreed hesitantly.
“Well, wheels are up on that jet at seven in the morning. So, finish packing, and if this is a prank, let’s make the most out of it for the ladies.”
With that all discussed and out of the way, I relaxed. If this were a prank, it would amuse the hell out of Ash and Laney, and that’s how Collin and I operated anyway. We loved making everyone laugh, even if it was at our own expense.
It had been way too fucking long since I’d had quality alone time with Ash. So, all that mattered was that I was with her. I didn’t care where we were so long as we were together.
CHAPTER 12
Ash
Thank God Jim owned the private jet company that housed dozens of charter jets, turning what would’ve been a two-day flight into one. I wasn’t one to cash in on all the luxuries that being married to a billionaire offered, but when it came to traveling, I was more than willing to take advantage.
“Okay, so,” Jake said, grinning from ear to ear, “where’s our sex shack, baby?”
I looked over at Elena, knowing this would be the hardest part of this trip. In fact, I was dreading it, but I was going with the flow. The holistic and wellness approach for all of us to detox the stress of our lives would improve this experience. It was part of the wellness and intimacy therapy retreat, and it had been far too long since I’d grounded my energy. Jake was never really into this type of thing, but I knew he would love it.
After this first part was over, of course.
“That look?” Jake frowned, studying my face as we stood in the entryway of the retreat. “What the hell isthatlook?”
“Ladies and Gentlemen, husbands and wives,” a man announced, wearing a vibrant, multi-colored scarf around his waist—wearingonlythat.
Jake and Collin snapped around, and their eyes widened like they’d just witnessed a murder.
“Careful, my man. One gust of wind and your fancy scarf will be long gone. Then I’mreallygoing to need sex therapy,” Collin said, prompting the man to smirk as if he couldn’t wait to get the sessions started.
“You will be wearing one as well,” the man said. “I am Gustoff Lauyanance,” he started, speaking to all the couples waiting for instructions on where to put our luggage.
“If I’m wearing nothing but that scarf, angel,” Jake eyed me with a flirty look that I hadn’t seen on his face in forever, “you’re not going to be able to get me off of?—”
“If I may have order and silence, please,” the man interrupted Jake screwing around. “Ladies,” he held out his hand toward where staff waited with silk cloths folded neatly in their arms, “please join Hammond and her team. You will be taken and instructed for your coaching sessions, which will begin as soon as you are changed.”
“I’ll see you tonight,” I said with a smile to Jake. I kissed his cheek and prayed the man would cooperate and follow his yoga and meditation instructors.
“Yes, yes,” Gustoff said with a bright smile. “I nearly forgot. Please kiss and say your farewells to your spouses and partners,” he offered with a nod. “Once everyone is detoxed, cleansed, and, of course, educated, you will rejoin your loved one and begin practicing your newly enlightened and awakened routine of love and passion.”
“What the hell?” Jake and Collin said in unison while I thought it in my head.
“Gustoff,” Collin started before Jake could, “I do hope your cute little session lasts no longer than a couple of hours because I’ve got plans topracticemy enlightened, passionate moves on my wife.”
“This, friends, is why the detoxification process usually takes longer with the male subjects,” Gustoff stated. “Ego death is very hard to achieve with our masculine friends. Though not impossible, it does take time.”
“Ego death?” Jake said, looking at me as if I knew what that meant. “What the fuck is he talking about?”
“You will learn,” Gustoff said to Collin and Jake, who seemed to be the only males in the room who couldn’t remain silent long enough for us to get our instructions. “You will also learn that using curse words to frame a question for your partner is forbidden here on the island.”
“Forbidden? Where the hell are we even at?” Collin said, looking at Jake, then back to Gustoff. “Iframedthat question for my best buddy here, not my wife. So, look at me; ego death is already happening.”
