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ChapterTwelve

Peter

Twenty hours later and we are finally in the limo heading towards the resort. This the resort Anson and I have been working on and even though we finished it, it is not open for business just yet. We still have to complete the details like décor, bedding, dinnerware and get fully staffed. We are about eighty percent there and should be open for business to the general public in the next sixty days. I plan on doing a soft opening to a few key people invitation-only style, to get their opinion but also get the word out.

Lennox is asleep next to me, and it still seems surreal that I am here with her. If everything goes to plan when we leave here, we’ll be engaged. The limo finally stops and gently shake Lennox awake.

“We’re here, baby,” I tell her. She stretches and begins to look out the window to where we are.

“Peter! This is amazing, it is so beautiful,” she says as she scrambles out of the limo like she wasn’t just sound asleep. I guess being a doctor she has trained herself to sleep when she can and be wide awake and alert instantly, as someone’s life might depend on it.

She stands in front of the hotel looking at it in amazement and I understand why, it looks amazing. When I left it had not gotten this far and now seeing it complete is breathtaking. We are on at the beach and have to walk to the end of the pier to take a boat taxi to the hotel.

The hotel is about a thousand feet into the ocean, floating on water. It is a twist on the overwater bungalows. The main hotel is four stories high, and every room is a suite with ocean views. There are also penthouse suites that float on the water. You have to get to these rooms by boat only and are further out to ensure privacy. Other floating suites are connected by floating walkways. All suites have their own pools and patios, the penthouse suites have their own boats along with twenty-four-hour butler, cook, and housekeeper.

My penthouse suite is further out in the water than the others and it is the only two-story suite. It has a roof-top pool and patio, its own boat, and staff. The entire second floor is the master bedroom, and the first floor houses the kitchen, dining room, second bedroom, and living room. We get on the boat and the driver heads out to the penthouse. It is a beautiful day the weather is perfect and so is my companion. When we reach our accommodations, I help Lennox out of the boat, and we walk into the house together. I have only seen the blueprints for the space and the real thing is mind-blowing. There are no curtains to obstruct the view and the windows are bulletproof, and storm resistant. They are also one way tinted to ensure privacy. The floor plan is open concept, airy, inviting, and relaxing all at once.

“Do you want to eat, or would you prefer to shower and take a nap?” I ask. I know she must be tired and hungry because I know I am.

“Can we try all three and hope we don’t fall asleep eating?” she says.

I chuckle, “Of course, we can,” I tell her. I walk her to the spare bedroom.

“Thank you, Peter,” she says as she walks past me into the bedroom. It’s an amazing space with a California king-size bed, sitting area, a hidden tv, and an adjoining bath. The bedroom door opens accordion style allowing you to walk out on the patio and into the water for a swim. In the bathroom are a soaking tub, body shower, double vanity, and water closet.

“I had some things sent over for you and they should be in the closet,” I tell her. “I am going upstairs to take my own shower and change. How does twenty minutes sound?” I ask her

“Like a plan,” she says. I kiss her and walk out of the room.

Lennox:

I head into the closet and see all the same products I brought with me to Mississippi and conclude that Peter must have gone through my things to know the right products to get. But not only that he has clothes including bras and panties and shoes in here for me too and they are all the right size. I strip, put the robe on and head for the shower. I fashion my locs into a top bun and step into the shower.

Exactly twenty minutes later I am walking into the main living area, and I see Peter wearing pajama bottoms, so shirt no shoes. I stand there and just take in the sight because sixty where? He has aged better than fine wine.

“Are you going to just stand there ogling me or are you going to come eat?”

“Hush, Peter,” I tell him as I walk in the room to see what he is eating.

The staff had a charcuterie board and fruit platter brought over for us. We take the platters to the table along with the pitcher of pineapple juice and some glass and dinnerware and begin eating. I was hungrier than I realized, and I guess Peter was too since we end up eating both platters and drinking all the pineapple juice. I swear they made those platters right before we came with freshly picked fruit. We are almost asleep, trying to eat, Peter stands and takes my hand, and pulls me up. He guides me to the stairs, to the master bedroom. He pulls the covers back and gestures for me to get in and he doesn’t have to tell me twice. He gets in and pulls me to him and before he can pull the covers up over us, I am already asleep.

We wake up the next morning. We have slept for almost a whole day.

Peter

I hate jet lag, that is the one part of traveling I could do without. Lennox begins to walk to her spare bedroom to shower and I stop her. We head into the bathroom together.

“Tell me now, Lennox, if this isn’t what you want. Because it will be more than just sex that is going to be taking place. This is your consent Lennox, to us, to being what we should have been forty-two years ago. So, if you walk in that shower with me and share your body with me you are saying to me you are my wife. And if you need time, I understand. Was Richie the only person you have been with Lenny?”

She nods. “I will take care of you, baby, and I want to be tied to you in every way possible.” Benny proclaims.

“Peter, are you seriously proposing to me?” She looks shocked.

“Yes, Lenny, I am asking you to be my wife. I want to just tell you that you are my wife, but I do need to hear you say it. Say it baby, say yes or no, Lenny, but say something.”

“Yes, Peter, I’ll be your wife.”

I pull her into the bathroom after taking care of the basics, I turn the shower on. I made sure when we got here my additions to my shower were made. I slide the straps of her nightgown off her shoulders, and it flutters to the floor. My God, she is an ebony goddess.

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