Veil of Deception: The Replacement wife

Perfect

"You did so well, baby, my beautiful wife," he says, satisfied. "But I have something planned for you tonight."

I feel his warm breath brush over my neck as he leans in close; his lips softly graze my ear.

"What do you have planned?" I ask him carefully. Though my voice still sounds shaky—no doubt from our previous encounter just minutes ago.

He smiled. "You'll see, baby. But first, we need to get you dressed. I want you to look stunning."

I furrow my eyebrows.

Hmmm

He took my hand, gently inspected it, and kissed the area softly. It wasn't read or anything, but the gesture was a sharp contrast to what he had just done to me, leading me back to the walk-in closet where our bags were put, and that's when I saw a beautiful dress draped over the back of a chair.

"Here," he said, picking up the dress. "I picked this out just for you. I want you to feel as incredible as you look."

I couldn't help but blush at him. The dress was a deep shade of emerald green that shimmered softly in the light; it was a tight, short-ish dress that perfectly lined my curves.

"I love it," I whispered. I still wasn't used to him and his money yet.

He stepped closer, his hands resting on my shoulders as he helped me slip the dress over my head. The cool fabric fell my body. His calloused fingers brushed my skin as he adjusted the straps of my dress.

"Perfect," he said as he took a step back to marvel at me, his eyes looking me up and down with hunger. "You look breathtaking."

I smiled shyly, feeling exposure and thrill under his gaze. "Thank you," I replied. He moves behind me to fasten the dress.

As he did, I felt his warm breath against my neck again. "I want you to know that tonight is all about you. I want to show you off to the world," he said softly, his fingers skimming my bare skin.

The gesture sent a shiver down my spine. I take a deep breath. Closing my eyes and opening them. Trying to relax.

When he finally got done adjusting my dress, he softly turned me to face him. "Now, let's finish your look," he said as he reached for something from his small bag—a pair of earrings. He gently moved my hair and fastened it into place, his fingers lingering against my neck.

As he brushes my hair off to the side.

"You always make me feel special," I say as I look at him.

"That's because you are special, Scarlet," he says with serious eyes. He reaches for a necklace from his bag, places it around my neck, and then places a gentle kiss on my collarbone.

"Ready for our date?" he asked me softly with a genuine smile on his face. He brings my hand to place a kiss on my hand.

I nod, "I can't wait!" I say excited.

He gets dressed himself. Slowly buttoning up the last buttons, I stare at him, finding him rolling up his sleeves so hot I had to turn away.

Such a simple act made my knees weak.

With a satisfied smile, he took my hand and led me toward the front door. "Let's go make some memories beautiful, shall we?"

As we step outside

As we got into the car, my heart was still racing and my body was still tingling from what had just happened, and I looked at him, still feeling the memory of his touch on my mind.

He caught me looking at him, and he smirked as if he could read my thoughts.

His hand rested on my thighs. "You look like you're in a whole other world," he said, slightly amused, as his thumb brushed my thigh.

I shook my head, laughing softly. "I guess I'm still processing everything."

I say, attempting to take his hand off my thigh to help my dirty thoughts still on my mind.

He leaned closer. I felt his warm breath against my ear as he whispered, "Good. That's exactly where I want you to be lost in me. I'm going to make sure you have an unforgettable evening. Though I'm sure I'll like it much more when we get back."

He says as his hand continues to brush my inner thigh.

My heart raced at his words.

We pulled up to a stunning restaurant.

I attempted to open my door, but he pulled it closed.

"Absolutely not," he said, softly scolding me as he forced me to look at him.

He shakes his head at me.

Before he opened his side and helped me out, standing beside me with a satisfied smile. "What do you think, baby?" he asked as he slipped his arm around my waist.

"It's beautiful," I whispered. "I can't believe it's real."

"Oh, it's real, baby; I thought you'd like it. It's probably out of your comfort zone, but I want to spoil you," he murmured.

He took my hand, leading me inside the restaurant. As we entered the dining area, I saw the elegant table set for two, with lit candles and vibrant flowers.

"I wanted to create a special atmosphere for us," he said.

I gasped, shocked.

I felt warmth spread and appreciation run through me. "This is amazing. But you didn't have to go through all this trouble."

He smiled at me, and his eyes showed a hint of mischief. "I wanted to. Just wait until you taste what I've picked for us."

As we settled down at the table, he poured us glasses of wine.

After dinner, he took my hand and led me out to the patio, where the stars twinkle above us. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close.

"Thank you for this," I say as I finally look up at him.

He smiled down at me, and his expression softened. "You deserve every bit of it. And this is just the start. I have a couple more surprises in store for you tonight."

As we walked out of the restaurant, he slipped his arm on the small of my back and pulled me close to him.

His cologne fills my nose.

"Are you ready for some drinks?" he asked playfully.

"Absolutely," I replied.

He led me to a nearby bar.

Once seated, we ordered our drinks.

I sipped my drink, feeling the warmth of the alcohol immediately settle in. "This is so good," I said, taking another sip, unaware of how quickly it was affecting me. I was enjoying the drinks a little too much.

After a couple more rounds, I could feel the world around me starting to blur ever so slightly.

"Hey, maybe you should slow down a bit," he suggested gently. "You seem a little tipsy."

He says as he softly rubs my small back.

I waved my hand dismissively at him. "I'm fine! Alexander."

But he wasn't having it, shaking his head. "How about we call it a night and head back home?" he said, his tone firm yet caring.

His face was serious, showing that's what was going to happen.

I pouted having fun. "Okay, okay," I gave in to his stern eyes, telling me he didn't want to make a scene, but either way I wasn't going to drink anymore. I giggled as I stood up a little too quickly, nearly losing my balance. He caught my arm, steadying me with a contained laugh.

As we made it back to the villa, I felt a giddy thrill of freedom. Once we arrived, an idea struck me.

"Let's go for a swim!" I exclaimed excitedly.

He raised an eyebrow at me almost as if he were amused at me. "Are you sure you're up for that princess? You're not feeling too tipsy anymore, are you?"

I smiled. "Come on, it'll be fun! Just a quick dip, I promise." I say pouting, clasping my hands together.

With a playful little push, he rolled his eyes, but he agreed, and we made our way to the pool. The moonlight danced on the surface of the pool. I kicked off my shoes and stepped closer, feeling the coolness radiating from the water.

I took off the jewelry, handing it to him.

Stopping to my underwear and bra.

"Okay, you first!" I said, urging him to jump in with me.

He laughed, shaking his head. "You're the tipsy one, remember? I'll be right behind you."

Without waiting for him to change his mind, I practically leap into the water; the shock of the coolness hits me. I resurfaced, and I laughed as I wiped the water from my face.

"See? It's perfect!" I called out, gesturing for him to join me.

He watched me for a moment, amusement and fondness evident in his eyes as he undressed himself, setting all the clothes on the chair before finally diving in beside me.

"Thanks for tonight," I said softly, glancing at him. "It was perfect, even if I overdid it a little."

He smiled. "It was perfect because of you."