𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐕𝐨𝐰𝐬

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟒𝟓

ELENA

The next day, I find myself standing on the dock, nervously eyeing the captain of Zade's private yacht. The man looks at me with a raised eyebrow, clearly curious as to why I'm here without Zade.

"Please, Captain," I say, my voice a mixture of urgency and pleading. "You can't tell Zade about this. I'm planning a surprise party for him, and I really need your help to pull it off."

The captain, a tall man with a weathered face and sharp blue eyes, studies me for a moment. "A surprise party, you say?" he repeats, his tone even, but I can tell he's intrigued.

"Yes," I reply, nodding fervently. "I'm going to invite some friends and make sure everything's perfect. But it has to stay a secret. You know how Zade is—he'd find a way to ruin the surprise if he got even the slightest hint of what's going on."

He lets out a low chuckle, clearly amused by the idea. "I know exactly how Mr. Alton is," he says, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips. "Alright, Miss Elena. I won't say a word to him. But you owe me one for keeping this secret."

I grin, relieved that he's on board. "Deal. And thank you, really. This means a lot."

The captain gives me a nod, tipping his hat slightly. "Anything for Mr. Alton and his fiancée," he says before turning to make the necessary arrangements.

As I watch him go, I can't help but feel a surge of excitement. The surprise party is coming together, and tonight, I'll make sure Zade's birthday is one he'll never forget—with a little help from that sexy black lingerie I've been saving just for him.

As I watch Mr. Captain walk away, a rush of excitement washes over me. I can hardly believe I'm pulling this off—a surprise party for Zade, on his own yacht, no less. He's always the one in control, always one step ahead, but this time, I'm going to catch him completely off guard. Just imagining the look on his face when he steps onto the deck, seeing all our friends there to celebrate him, makes me grin.

And then, of course, there's the other part of my plan. Tonight isn't just about a party; it's about giving him something unforgettable. I can already picture how it's going to go—the way his eyes will darken when he sees me in that black lingerie. It's been tucked away in my closet for weeks, just waiting for the perfect moment. Tonight, I'll slip it on, let the sheer fabric cling to my curves, and watch as Zade's controlled exterior melts away.

But my mind doesn't stop there. Oh no, it drifts further, imagining how the night might unfold. The lingerie is only the beginning. I know exactly how to drive him crazy, how to tease him until he's desperate to touch me, to have me. I can almost feel his hands on my skin, rough yet gentle, the way he knows how to ignite every nerve in my body. The thought alone makes me shiver in anticipation.

And then, there's the moment when I'll finally let him have me, when all the teasing and anticipation will reach its peak. I can see it so clearly—Zade's gaze locking onto mine, his breath catching as I reveal just how much I've been craving him. He'll know that tonight isn't just about him; it's about us, about the fire that always burns between us, no matter how many times we come together.

But there's more to this night than just passion. There's something about the idea of surprising him, of showing him just how much he means to me, that makes my heart swell. Zade's done so much for me, has always been there to protect and support me, even when I didn't know I needed it. This is my chance to give back, to show him that I see everything he does, and that I appreciate it more than words can say.

And then there's the thought of his reaction—how he'll take control the moment he realizes what I've planned, how he'll pull me into his arms and remind me exactly why I'm the luckiest woman in the world. The mere thought of it makes my pulse quicken.