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"Your boat?" I guessed, excitement bubbling within me.
"Yes. I told you I had one," Oliver confirmed, his eyes gleaming with anticipation.
"Where are we going?" I pressed, unable to contain my curiosity.
"For a little excursion," Oliver replied cryptically, helping me out of the car as Vlad joined us.
I hoped Vlad wouldn't intrude on our intimate time together. I longed to be alone with Oliver. What Oliver called a boat turned out to be a luxurious yacht, a breathtaking sight with its gleaming white exterior and sparkling windows.
"This is yours?" I asked in awe, unable to tear my eyes away from the magnificent vessel.
"It could be yours too if you would stop being stubborn," Oliver teased, his words hinting at marriage again.
Ignoring his reference, I focused on the yacht's beauty. Oliver led me onto the gangplank, where seven white-uniformed staff awaited us. Oliver introduced me to the captain, Jeffrey Conway, before leading me inside the yacht's main salon.
The room exuded elegance with its polished wood, plush carpets, and light-colored furnishings. Oliver dismissed the stewardess, opting to give me a personal tour of the yacht. We explored the stainless-steel kitchen, the crew's sleeping quarters, and the stunning dining area with its mahogany table.
Speechless at the yacht's opulence, I followed Oliver outside to the deck, where a picturesque scene awaited us. A small eating area with a hot tub and dining table overlooked the ocean, inviting us to soak in the breathtaking views.
"Would you like to sit down? We'll be eating soon," Oliver offered, his eyes sparkling with excitement.
"We're having breakfast here?" I marveled, unable to contain my delight.
"We're having it in the middle of the ocean," Oliver revealed, his words filling me with joy.
As Oliver sent a text and the engines roared to life, I couldn't help but squeal with excitement. His thoughtful gesture filled me with happiness, and I couldn't resist expressing my gratitude.
"You're wonderful," I whispered, my heart overflowing with love for the man who had orchestrated this unforgettable surprise.
“You’re happy?” Oliver asked, his gaze softening as he took in my expression.
“You’re wonderful,” I replied, my heart swelling with gratitude.
“Let’s sit. Breakfast is coming right up,” Oliver suggested, guiding me to the dining area as two white-uniformed stewardesses emerged with an array of breakfast delights.
As the stewardesses offered us coffee and took our breakfast orders, I couldn't help but marvel at the luxurious setting.
“This is nice,” I murmured, a dreamy smile playing on my lips.
The yacht began to move, gliding gracefully out of the marina and into the vast expanse of the Atlantic Ocean. The sun beamed down, warming my skin as I reveled in the sensation of the ocean breeze tousling my hair. Glancing at Oliver, I caught him watching me with a softness in his eyes.
“What?” I asked, turning to face him.
“You’re like a kid,” Oliver chuckled, his affectionate tone warming my heart.
“How so?” I inquired, curious about his observation.
“Full of wonder,” he explained, his gaze lingering on me.
“I’ve been on boats before but never one so large,” I admitted, a sense of awe washing over me.
“I rarely use it because I’m busy,” Oliver confessed, a hint of regret coloring his words.
“How many staterooms are on this boat?” I asked, my curiosity piqued.
“Five besides the crew’s,” Oliver replied, his tone thoughtful.
“Do you have guests often?” I probed, sensing there was more to his story.
