Zacharias Petropoulos is the heir of Petropoulos Enterprises Holdings Incorporations. He is half Greek and half Danish, handsome and sexy as a Greek God. He could get what he wanted in just a snap of his fingers. Every woman fell for his charm. But...
He shook his head and looked at me. "Umm...I have to make a call for our new investment. I just remembered," he muttered.
I looked at him confused. I don't think the call has anything to do with it. What is he hiding from me? I wanted to know, but I didn't insist. "Ok," I said and put on my clothes. He looked nervous.
"Wait a minute." He opened a drawer and pulled something out.
"Turn around," he said. I turned around. Our reflection stared back at me through the mirror. He stood behind me and swept my hair to one side. His breath fanned my neck as he put on my necklace. He placed a soft kiss on my neck and pulled back. He looked at me in the mirror. "As I promise," he said, silkily.
"You blackmailed me," I said, playfully.
"I knew you wanted it as much as I did," he said, tenderly. "Otherwise, I wouldn't have. Believe me."
"I know," I murmured, blushing.
"Great," he said and smiled broadly.
I turned back. "I need to go. See you later." I kissed his lips. I grabbed my bag and leather jacket. He nodded. I opened the door.
"I will wait for you tomorrow morning," he said.
"I will think about it," I said and gave him a bright smile. He nodded. I walked out and closed the door behind me and smiled sheepishly. I was happy!
What is he doing to me?
***
I was in my room thinking about what he said. I did want to go with him to Greece. I already missed him.
I grabbed my phone and called Valeria. "Hi, Lisa. How are you?" she asked.
"Hi, I'm fine. You?"
"I'm fine too."
"Valeria, I need your help," I said.
"What happened?" she asked.
"I'm going to Greece with Zack."
"What?" she screamed.
I told her about today and continued, "I'll tell my parents I'm going to Paris with you. Please, if they call you, pretend that I'm with you. Be careful and don't bump into them outside."
"Ok, but are you sure?" she asked.
"Yes, I am," I told her. "I need to do this. It will help me make a decision."
"You have doubts about getting married to Stefano?" she asked.
"Yes...I know there is no such thing that I'll be with Zack forever or even get into a serious relationship. I don't think he wants that. But I need to know what I feel for him. Is it lust or...love?"
"Ok, dear. But if you need something, call me."
"Thank you. Bye."
"Bye, dear." I hung up and started packing my suitcase.
I went downstairs and told my parents about it.
I woke up the following morning and took a quick shower. After taking a shower, I put on my clothes. I wore a cream blouse and a pair of blue jeans. I was excited! I picked my suitcase and bag and left.
When I arrived at the airport, I saw Zack. He was leaning against the wall, looking at his wristwatch.
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As I walked towards him, he lifted his head and saw me. His serious expression changed. He smiled at me, broadly. I went towards him as he walked towards me.
I wrapped my arms around his neck. He wrapped his arms around my waist and spun me in the air.
"You came," he said, happily as he set me on my feet and hugged me.
"Yes," I said, smiling.
He pulled back and held my hand. "Let's go."
I was standing in front of the Petropoulos private jet. "We're taking your private jet? What about your family?" I asked, anxiously.
"They're leaving next week to Greece. Don't worry," he said and winked at me. I sat next to him. He wrapped his arm around me and pulled me closer to him.
***
"Gynaika mou, wake up," he said silkily. I rubbed my eyes. "The plane landed. Do you want me to carry you?" he asked, gently.
"No," I murmured.
We got up and got off. A tall man walked towards us. He was in his early thirties. "Γειά σας, κύριε Πετρόπουλε," he said in Greek. (Hello, Mr. Petropoulos.)
"Γειά σας, Γιάννης," Zack said. (Hello, Yannis.) They were talking in Greek. I liked hearing Zack talk in Greek. He had a beautiful accent.
Zack introduced me to the man. He was his driver and bodyguard. "Let's go," Zack said and held my hand. We walked to the car and got in.
Yannis drove the car while Zack and I sat in the back. I rested my head on Zack's shoulder. He wrapped his arm around me. I looked through the window as Zack gave me information about buildings and places.
Yannis parked the car. We got out of the car. We arrived at a marina. Zack held my hand as we walked towards the yachts.
Zack stopped in front of a beautiful yacht named Serendipity. "Do you like it?" Zack asked, happily.
"It's beautiful," I replied.
"She was built by our shipyard. Let's go in." His eyes shone as he spoke about her. I could tell that he loved his yacht. Boys and their toys.
The yacht was seventy meters long. The interior portrayed a calm and relaxing ambiance. The main salon was a chill-out area. It had enough space for entertainment. There was a long dining table in the center. After, we headed to the bridge deck. It had a luxurious indoor movie theatre with three double daybeds. The large TV screen was near the dining area on the other side of the room. The forward section was for sunbathing with a jacuzzi and sun pads. The accommodation of the yacht was fresh with six cabins for twelve guests. The master suite was airy and spacious with full-length windows, an office, and a large bathroom. The cabins were on the lower deck.
Suddenly, I felt the yacht beginning to move.
We sat on the couch as we watched the beautiful clear blue water.
I leaned against Zack's chest as he had his arm around me. We talked and laughed for a while as we saw beautiful houses with blue and white colors from far away.
Finally, the yacht approached the island.
Zack helped me get off the yacht. He wrapped his arm around my waist and lifted me off.
The view was amazing. The white houses with blue doors in front of the clear blue water was a beauty to see.
The smell of pink bougainvilleas filled my nostrils with the mix of the sea.
