Page 70 of The Wrong Guy

He has spent so much money on the wedding that I couldn’t possibly take his money from him. From my calculations, I could safely guess this wedding’s price is in the six figures.

“Welcome to the family!” Andamaos shouts.

After he left me standing there with Stavros, the music begin in the tent and people are lining up to hug and kiss me while handing me money. I have lost track of how much money I have stuffed in the little silky bag, but I can assume it is more than I made in a year at the doctor’s office.

After roughly one hundred people came up to welcome me and hand me money, I couldn’t believe how welcoming his family was to me and how much money they gave us.

“Holy shit,” I whisper to Stavros.

He grabs me by the waist to pull me into the middle of the dance floor. “That is not the last of the money, baby. I promise.”

He didn’t lie about it. After our first dance in the middle of all these people I barely knew, the next round of greetings took place. This time, it is the women who are coming up to Stavros to hug and kiss him while handing him money.

He took the bag I had been holding and began stuffing the money into the bag.

I haven’t laughed this hard in my life at the amount of women who are trying to make nice with my husband. Wow, that’s strange to say.

“Are you going to tell me where our honeymoon is going to be?” I ask him while kissing him on the cheek.

“Where is somewhere you always wanted to go?”

I am considering my options. With the amount of money stuffed in this bag, I think we can go anywhere.

“Figi.”

Stavros chuckles and grabs my waist. I’m flushed against him, with his mouth kissing my neck. “Did I tell you how beautiful you look?”

“Yes, but I don’t mind hearing it again.”

“You’re absolutely beautiful and all mine.”

“Are we going to Figi?”

“If that’s where you want to go, that’s where we will go.”

Epilogue

Audrina

Our honeymoon was simply beautiful, with white sandy beaches and crystal-clear water. The only downside is that we only got a couple of days here.

Our honeymoon suite is on the water with a little bridge that connects us to the mainland. There have been unforgettable moments in Figi, but one of the most beautiful parts of this trip is that I have Stavros all to myself.

“Did you call for breakfast?” I ask him while putting on my bikini.

My body is still sore from our snorkeling, swimming with all different animals, scuba diving, and us screwing each other like rabbits. The sex has been amazing, and there have been times I feel as if my body is going to become a noodle.

“Yes, it should be here soon,” Stavros casually exclaims.

One of my favorite parts about the honeymoon is sitting on the hammocks over the water and watching the staff push the trays over to us. The food is delicious, but watching it float over the water adds an extra layer of magic to us.

I’m about to leave our bedroom and step over the glass floor. There are glass floor inserts for us to see the water below us,including the fish, which has been incredible to wake up to. Stavros is also getting ready to leave when he pulls on the strings of my bikini.

“We’re going to have to be quick if we are going to be outside to watch the food float to us,” he taunts.

My sex begins to pulsate from his wicked innuendo. “Are you sure we have time?”

He smirks. “Bend over the bed and spread your legs.”

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