𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗕𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗵 |𝗚𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗼𝗻&𝗚𝗲𝗼𝗿𝗴𝗶𝗮|

𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 14

. . . . . . 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘥 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯

She stares down at her hands, as they cling onto the metal bars of the fancy yacht. If someone were to have told her that she'd be on a yacht with a wealthy man and his family, about ten years ago, she would've probably laughed in their face.

Self doubt of success constantly ran through her mind, so this right here was an accomplishment.

So many thoughts ran through her mind, good and bad. But the bad over powered the good. 'What if I embarrass myself or even worse, I don't represent myself the way I should for Giveon?'

'What if I accidentally fall overboard?'

'What if they kill me and cover it up so good that even the government can't find me?'

Many thoughts, with zero answers.

"Respire ma chérie."

Strong arms wrap around her waist, naturally pulling her into its warm hard body. Chills ran through her body, as she could feel her body beginning to give into the warm pleasure. The voice had a deeply pleasant tone to it.

And that smell. That smell wasn't the smell of Giveon. It was a nice smell, but it wasn't Giveon's.

"Very pretty. What's that scent you use?" She could hear the amusement in his voice, as a low chuckle is released.

"Pops you've been married for over 29 years. Why must you act like a pervert around every woman I bring around the family?" Giveon frustratedly questions, causing his father to immediately break away from Georgia; and leave a mist of cool air between their bodies.

Georgia was flustered, but all around happy to finally come in contact with Giveon.

'What a beautiful man' she thought to herself.

"alors c'est la fille dont tu parlais ?"
(So this is the girl you've been blabbing about?)

Giveon hides his irritation with a simple smile, before stepping in between the two and wrapping his arm around Georgia's waist; almost to make it known that she was indeed his territory, and shall not be touched by any other man that isn't himself.

"Yes. If you excuse us..." he trails off, while leading himself and Georgia in the direction of the dining hall.

The silence between them was tense. Giveon simply didn't understand his father. The Don of France, but an insecure old hag. He was tired of it.

Georgia was a good girl. He knew this. She didn't get turned on by money, he assumes it's because of her hard working parents.

He's had yet to see where she lived, but the way she carried herself, he really didn't need to. She was gorgeous, and everything he could ever want. She made him look good, and for that he needed her.

"Are you hungry my love?" He asks her, as they both take a seat at a table and sit across from one another.

"A little. What's on the menu ?" She asks, barely above a whisper.

"Anything you could ever want." He grins. She smiles at his cleverness.

"It's brunch time in a few. My family will soon join us, would you like to wait for them or do you insist on getting a head start ?" He asks her.

She didn't want to seem greedy and overly anxious to stuff her face with food, so she said the obvious.

"I can wait for your family. There's no rush." She says. He nods before sitting back some in his chair, and crossing his right leg over his left.

"Do you like the boat ?"

She looks around before nodding.

"Is it too much ?" He frowns, while keeping his eyes directly on her, almost as if he was trying to read her.

"Oh of course not." She says before clearing her throat, and fixing her posture in her chair.

"No man has ever done this for me. I barely know you, and you take me out on such a pretty yacht with your family... why?" She questions.

"What can I say, I'm a show off." He smirks.

"I like you Georgia. You're different, and you have ambition. I'll fly you around the world if I have to. In fact-

Giveon digs into his pocket and pulls out two plane tickets, before setting them on the table for her to grab.

She hesitantly grabs both tickets before glancing over the words.

"New York?" She questions.

"I figure since I have to fly down there for business, you can tag along and show me around." He smiles.

"But I thought you've been to New York?"

"I have. Multiple times, but I've never taken a women. You're from New York, maybe you can show me where you grew up." He offers, making her smile.

"I'd love to." She smiles.

A small bell ring as Giveons family sat around the table, and introduced themselves one at a time to Georgia.

"Giveon doesn't seem to miss when it comes to picking out pretty woman!" His older sister Lala smiles proudly at her younger brother, earning one back from him.

"It's a pleasure to have you join us dear." Mrs Moulin announces to Georgia.

"It's a pleasure to be here." Georgia states, giving the lady that birthed such a clever man one of her best smiles yet.

She can admit that she's a bit nervous.. but for some reason she feels welcomed.

"So Georgia, what do you do for a living?" Mr Moulin asks, giving the young lady a welcoming smile, as the cook places everyone's meal in front of them,

She clears her throat before answering. "I'm actually in school at the moment. I haven't decided what major I'd like to take up...my father really wants me to join a music arts school here so that I can be a musician." She states, earning a nod from the family, including Giveon.

"What kind of musician?" Giveon questions while pouring himself a cup of wine

"Umm a flutist." She smiles, causing a smirk to creep up on his lips.

"Oh wow, you know Giveon plays piano.. very known for his work. He's brilliant!" His father says proudly making me look at his son with admiration.

"He is." She agrees, softly running her hand alongside his muscular arm.

"How's your father doing? I heard he had a bit of a mishap, winding him up in the hospital two night ago." His father asks in a more serious tone.

Giveon shoots his father a glare. If only Georgia really understood that his father wasn't actually asking out of concern.

"He's getting better, he had a really bad reaction. I don't know what he ate." She frowns, earning a hum from Mr Moulin.

"Mm well then, send him my prayers." He says while tipping his wine glass at Georgia and taking a sip.

"Will do sir" she smiles.

"Excusez- nous s'il vous plaît"
(Excuse us please)
Giveon mutters to his family before leading Georgia to the outside area. You can hear the waves softly crash against the ship, slowly rocking the boat back and forth.

"I'm glad you were able to join me." He says, making her blush as their hands still remained locked together.

"This is honestly beautiful. You have such a beautiful life." She smiles shyly at him. Giveon wouldn't agree, what she sees is beautiful, but the more she get closer to him, the less beautiful his life will seem.

"Just like you. I want you to experience every beautiful moment with me." He says. Giveon challenges Georgia to a stare off, and before she could say anything else, he pulls her in, crashing his lips onto hers.

If Georgia was a firework, she would've exploded simply by his touch.