Page 87 of Baby For My Bossy Fake Fiancé

Taking a deep breath, I exited the car. And watched him go around to open the door for Renee.

He took her hands, guiding her through a narrow cobblestone street. Up close, the building seemed to be mixed with Azure.

I watched her free arm spread to touch some flowers hung in a lobby.

“They’re called Bougainvillea,” Dimitri whispered.

“They’re beautiful.”

They were. Three different colours that blended perfectly with the buildings.

We continued our journey with her light gasps filling the air. Until we reached a cliff.

“Sir and ma’am, I present to you the Aegean Sea.”

The scent of the salty breeze hit me. Calm and chill on my skin. I watched her shiver with parted lips.

The sea was blue. Almost mimicking the colour of the sky.

“Wow,” she breathed.

Dimitri finally detached his arms. Taking a few steps back.

“The city is a beautiful one with many incredible features,” he started. “But it is said to have prospered based on the romance of two lovers Euphemus and La.”

“Euphemus, a hero, had a dream that he would find his future wife on a new island. He embarked on the journey and arrived here.”

His eyes briefly fitted to mine. Before they returned to Renee. “… It is on this island, Santorini, that he met La.”

“Many people believe that their romance has greatly prospered the city and its people with happiness.”

Renee nodded slowly. As if he wanted the tale to settle in us, he remained silent. Until he spoke again.

“There are still more places to visit,” he informed.

We visited a beach only accessible by boat. And a couple more picturesque places.

The sun was beginning to set. Swimming low in its pink and orange hue. There was one last place we hadn’t visited.

One I made arrangements for.

After a few minutes of driving, we got there. The taverna was on top of a cliff. Inviting just like the rest of the places we’d visited.

Again, I heard her gasp when she took in the view. It was slowly becoming my second favourite sound. The first was her moans.

Candle-lit table overlooked the crescent-shaped caldera. And the space was empty.

Aside from the flower vases, chairs, and canopies. Everywhere was empty and quiet. Just like I’d requested it to be.

Even the waters were still.

With my hand on her back, I guided her to the table. She took her seat. And I did the same.

Dimitri walked inside the restaurant just behind the canopies. In a few minutes, he reappeared with some Greek dish skilfully balanced in a tray.

“This is Souvlaki,” he gently placed the different plates on the table. It was grilled pork, threaded onto skewers. Beside it, in the same bowl, was something that looked like bread.

“Beside it you have bread,” Dimitri explained.

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