Page 134 of Falling for the Billionaire Best Man

EPILOGUE

DORIE

Isat on the deck of Kaisen’s yacht, my husband’s yacht. The warm Greek sun kissed my skin as I sipped my coffee and picked at the plate of fresh fruit in front of me. The water sparkled like diamonds, stretching out as far as the eye could see. I couldn’t help but smile as I took it all in. This was our honeymoon. It was everything I’d ever dreamed of and more.

A few weeks had passed since we’d eloped, and while Cullen and Eliza were still giving us grief for surprising them with wedding rings at brunch, I had no regrets. This was our story. I wouldn’t have had it any other way. Kaisen had whisked me away to Greece, and now here we were, living in a dream.

I heard footsteps behind me. I smiled as I turned to see Kaisen walking toward me. His hair was tousled from the sea breeze and his shirt unbuttoned just enough to make my heart skip a beat. He looked like a dream, fully relaxed and completely at ease. I felt a surge of love so strong it nearly took my breath away.

“Morning, Mrs. Seely,” he said, leaning down to kiss the top of my head before pouring himself a cup of coffee. “Sleep well?”

I smiled. “Like a baby. What about you?”

He shrugged, taking a sip of his coffee. “Like a rock. So, what do you want to do today? I was thinking we could hit up my favorite local restaurant for lunch and do a little shopping. There’s this little market nearby that has the best olive oil you’ve ever tasted. We can take a boatload back… pun intended.”

I opened my mouth to respond, but suddenly, a wave of nausea hit me. I had to close my eyes, taking a deep breath to steady myself. Kaisen noticed immediately, his brow furrowing as he set his coffee down.

“Dorie? You okay?”

I nodded, though the queasy feeling in my stomach was getting worse. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just feeling a little seasick, I think.”

He frowned, his concern evident. “Seasick? You’ve never gotten seasick before. We’ve been out here for weeks, and you haven’t been sick.”

I shrugged, trying to play it off. “I don’t know. Maybe it’s the waves or something. We’re in a foreign country. I probably just picked something up.”

He didn’t look convinced, but he didn’t push it. “Let’s go on land for a bit. I’ve got a villa nearby. We can relax there for the day. I was going to show it to you anyway since its ours now.”

I nodded, grateful for the suggestion. The thought of staying on the yacht any longer was making my stomach churn. I was more than ready to get off the water.

“I love the yacht,” I said. “I think I just need solid ground under my feet.”

“I agree. I’ll have the captain get ready to take us ashore. Why don’t you stay here, and rest and I’ll pack our bags?”

“I’m fine,” I said.

“Oh yeah? Is that why you’re a little green around the gills?”

I groaned. “Make sure you pack my clothes from the closet, not just the ones I’ve been living in the past few days,” I said, trying to sound as normal as possible despite the lingering nausea. Kaisen gave me a skeptical look but nodded, disappearing downstairs to our state room.

I sat back in my chair, closing my eyes and taking slow, deep breaths. The gentle rocking of the yacht, which had felt soothing just moments ago, now seemed to amplify my discomfort. I tried to focus on the sound of the waves lapping against the hull, the distant cry of seagulls, anything to ground myself. But my mind wandered, turning over possibilities. Seasick? Maybe. But something felt off.

When Kaisen returned with our bags, he was already dressed for land—slipping on a pair of sunglasses that made him look every bit the part of a dashing honeymooner. He handed me a light sweater and a hat, which I accepted gratefully.

“Ready?” he asked, offering me his hand.

I nodded, letting him help me up. The moment I stood, though, another wave of dizziness hit me. I swayed slightly, clutching his arm for balance.

“Dorie, are you sure you’re okay?”

I forced a smile and breathed through the wave of nausea. “I’m good.”

The ride to shore was short but excruciating. The closer we got to land, the more my stomach rebelled. As soon as we were on shore, my stomach did feel better. Kaisen had called ahead and had a car waiting to take us to his villa.

The villa was stunning, perched on a cliff overlooking the sea, with whitewashed walls and bright blue shutters.

“Holy shit, Kaisen,” I gasped. “When you said villa, I was thinking… I don’t know what I was thinking. This is incredible.”

“I don’t get here nearly enough,” he said.