Lev’s POV
I am living the dream of my life: a big house, a stable job, the ability to buy whatever and whenever I want, and the only thing I wanted: a perfect husband. After several years of sacrifices, I am finally living the best of my life. Is there something I don’t have? Maybe a child? But who cares? I can’t be pregnant; both of us are males, and the only thing we can do is be rough in our sword fights.
I woke up naked, and the only thing I am covered in is a thick white blanket. I looked at Ken; he was still in his deep sleep. I looked at his gorgeous face and touched his left cheek.
“You must have been a very rough boy last night,” I uttered to my sleeping husband.
I looked at the place we are staying; we must be in one of his beach houses. This beach house is huge; I can see the white sand and the calm waves from our room. I was about to stand when his hands suddenly stopped me from standing.
“Stay, Lev,” he said to me while his eyes were still closed.
He opened his eyes and smiled at me. “It’s Sunday; I want you to rest. I’ve been too rough last night; let me serve you for this day,” he added and winked at me.
I simply nodded at him and smiled back. He pulled me closer to him, gave me a smack on my lips, and cackled. He wrapped me in his arms and cuddled me. His scent really indicates that he is that rich, and it makes me fall even harder for him.
“I love you, my dearest, Lev,” he said to me.
“I love you too, Ken,” I responded to him.
He stood up and signed me up to stay on the bed. After he left the room, I started shrieking. I am living a fantasy dream, a life that I can only imagine. I married a good person who has good money and treats me like his own princess.
I get up from the bed and step onto the balcony of the room. I sniffed the cold breeze of the sea and sighed for relief. This life has been too good for me. Ken has never shown me any sign of being a bad husband, but only the best husband I ever had.
Knowing that not a single bad image in the media has been shown about our relationship, I am really living in the real world. It feels like these are hallucinations and delusions of mine. Am I crazy? Is this a dream? But I have already proven that this is reality; maybe I should accept the fact that I am already living this kind of life.
I spend most of my time looking at the waves—the calm waves of the sea. Remembering the times when I went from being heartbroken and unhealed to being the richest man’s wife. Just like the waves, in the beginning I started a very rough journey, and after experiencing those rough journeys, I started to have a swift and calm flow in my life.
I thank the Almighty One for the life He gave me. Maybe on our way home I can go to a church and light a candle and maybe give a generous amount. I just want to show gratitude after having so many blessings in my life. This is too much for me, actually. I didn’t expect to be given a life like this.
I received a knock on the bedroom’s door. I approached the door and opened it. I saw Ken holding a tray with pancakes, orange juice, bacon, and a scrambled egg. He has this sweet smile on his face, like a sweet kid. We decided to eat our breakfast on the balcony to enjoy the view of this beach house and the cold breeze of the sea.
In the middle of our breakfast, his phone rang. I took a peek, and it was Brahms; he solely looked at his phone and declined the call. He continued eating his breakfast.
“Why didn’t you answer Brahms’ call?” I asked him. “Maybe it’s important?” I added.
He looked at me and smiled. “Today is all about you, my wife,” he said to me. “I know it’s not that important. I want to spend more time with you, ‘cause I’m going to Portugal next week for some business deals,” he added.
Such a sweet man. Wait, did he say he would be leaving next week? How come I don’t know about this? Don’t get me wrong; I am not asking this as his wife, but as his secretary. I should have known about this, though.
“How long will you be there?” I asked him.
He stopped eating and looked at me. “Maybe 3 days?” he answered. “And I just changed my mind; you’ll be coming with me. What kind of boss am I if I won’t bring my secretary, and what kind of husband am I if I won’t bring my wife to different places?" he added and cackled.
This man will just take one look at me, and his decision will change. What kind of spell did I cast on him just to make him obsessed with me? He smiled at me again and patted my head. I finished my breakfast and noticed that he was busy clicking something on her tablet. I stood up and looked at what he was doing. He is booking a ticket for me.
“I should be doing that,” I said to him. He looked at me and raised his eyebrows. “Because I’m your secretary,” I added.
“You’re my secretary in the company, but you’re my wife both inside and outside the company,” he responded to me and cackled.
“Do you have any plans right now?” I asked him.
He simply shook his head and looked at me cutely. “Why? Do you have any plans?” he asked me.
I sat next to him and uttered, “Nothing; I just want to stop at a nearby church and light a candle," I explained to him.
He solemnly nodded at me and finished booking my ticket for his trip. He closed the tab and grabbed my left hand, holding it tight. I leaned on his shoulder and smiled. I am living the best time of our lives. I loved him until the time of our deaths. He has shown me unconditional love.
“You should head to the shower,” he said to me.
I sniffed myself. “Why? Do I smell bad?” I asked him.
He laughed. "No, wife, I am meeting my other friends later,” he answered.
“You wanted to go to church so bad; that’s why we need to leave early,” he added.
I nodded at him. "I thought you don't have any plans?" I asked to him. "I don't, just a small get together."
The nearest church from Ken’s beach house was 10 miles away, which is why we need to get there early. After 30 minutes of driving, we reached the nearest church. Ken looked around at the place. A nun greeted us, and she has a donation box on her hands. Ken took out his check, wrote an amount, and dropped it in the donation box. The nun was so thankful for Ken’s donation. I have changed Ken drastically, from a scary monster to an innocent pup.
Both of us lit a candle, and we prayed. I prayed silently, but Ken was saying out his prayers. It was not that loud, but I could hear the words he spoke clearly.
“Thank you for giving Lev to me; he is the only thing I wanted in my life. I am forever thankful that I was able to marry Lev; he is the only thing I wanted in my depressed life,” he prayed. “He changed me a lot; he lighted my life and drastically changed myself. I can’t bear losing him again; please protect him at all costs, ‘cause he is the only thing I have.”
