Pandora’s POV
The moment we arrived at the resort, my breath caught in my throat. It was beyond anything I had imagined, this hidden paradise Rolan had mapped out for our getaway.
The private resort was nestled between the lush greenery of the island and a pristine beach that seemed to stretch endlessly into the horizon.
But the part that floored me wasn’t just the beauty of the place, it was the name. “Pandora’s Paradise.”
Rolan grinned at me, his dark eyes gleaming with pride as he turned to introduce me to the staff.
“Everyone, this is Pandora, your boss and she will be here for the next two weeks. Anything she wants, I expect you to take care of it.”
The staff greeted me with smiles and warm welcomes, promising that my stay would be unforgettable. I could barely process it all. Rolan had gone above and beyond. I knew he was a man of grand gestures, but this… this was overwhelming.
“I… I don’t even know what to say,” I stammered, turning to him. “You named the resort after me?”
He leaned down, pressing a kiss to my temple. “You deserve more than this, Pandora. I wanted to give you a place that’s all yours. A little slice of paradise to call your own.”
My heart swelled. He always had a way of making me feel cherished in ways I never thought possible. I hadn’t expected something so elaborate, especially for a trip that was supposed to be a simple retreat.
Rolan had a way of surprising me, always pushing boundaries. And I loved him for it.
A butler appeared, dressed in crisp white, and led us to our suite. As we walked through the lavish hallways, the gentle sea breeze from the open windows made the white curtains dance.
The sound of the waves crashing against the shore felt like a perfect lullaby, one that I hadn’t realized I needed until now.
The suite was absolutely breathtaking. Floor-to-ceiling windows framed a view of the sparkling ocean, the water a deep, inviting blue that looked like it could stretch forever.
The decor was modern yet warm, with soft creams and whites that made everything feel airy and serene. A large king-size bed sat at the center of the room, draped in plush linens.
It looked so inviting, I could have curled up right then and fallen asleep.
Rolan wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me close. “What do you think?” he asked, his voice low, teasing.
I turned to face him, feeling a deep sense of gratitude wash over me. “It’s perfect,” I whispered. “Thank you, Rolan. You’ve given me so much.”
He smiled, a soft glint in his eyes. “I’ll take your thanks later tonight,” he said, his tone playful but laced with promise.
I laughed, feeling a slight flush creep up my neck. “You can take it whenever you want,” I replied, matching his teasing tone.
Rolan’s expression shifted from playful to intense in a heartbeat, and for a moment, I felt a surge of excitement at the way he looked at me like I was the only person in the world.
“I’ll hold you to that,” he murmured, brushing his lips against mine.
Before I could respond, he took my hand and led me toward the bathroom. “But first, I want to make sure you’re relaxed and well taken care of.”
The bathroom was a work of art in itself, with sleek marble floors and a large rain shower that had a view of the ocean. The scent of lavender filled the air, calming my senses instantly.
Rolan turned on the water, letting it cascade over the glass walls, and began undressing me with gentle precision, his hands never leaving my skin for long.
Once we stepped into the shower, the warm water enveloped us. Rolan’s hands moved over me with practiced ease, massaging the tension from my shoulders, and trailing down my back.
I let out a soft sigh, leaning into him, grateful for this moment of peace and intimacy after everything.
“Let me take care of you,” he whispered, his breath hot against my ear. Before I could respond, his lips were on my neck, moving down my body with purpose.
When his mouth reached me, I gasped, my knees nearly buckling as pleasure surged through me. He didn’t stop until I was shaking, clinging to him, and when I finally let go, my release hit me like a wave crashing against the shore.
Rolan pulled me into his arms afterward, holding me close under the water. His hands stroked my back as I caught my breath, and I realized just how much I had needed this escape, this connection with him.
He carried me back to the bedroom, setting me down gently on the bed before ordering room service. I laughed softly, feeling utterly spoiled and blissfully content.
As we waited for our food, I rested my head on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. “You’ve thought of everything,” I said, tracing lazy circles on his skin.
“Of course I have,” he replied, his fingers running through my hair. “I wanted this trip to be special for you. You deserve a break, Pandora. From everything.”
I smiled up at him, feeling more at peace than I had in months. “I don’t know what I’d do without you, Rolan.”
His expression softened, his hand moving to cup my cheek. “You’ll never have to find out,” he whispered, kissing me deeply.
The knock on the door interrupted the moment, and Rolan got up to retrieve the room service. Plates of fresh seafood, fruits, and decadent desserts were laid out before us, the aroma making my stomach rumble.
As we ate, I couldn’t help but feel grateful for everything, for this paradise, for Rolan, and for the life we were building together.
He had even arranged for the royal nanny to take care of our son while we were away, so I didn’t have to worry about anything except enjoying myself. And I intended to do just that.
This was going to be an incredible getaway, and I knew, deep in my heart, that I was exactly where I was meant to be, right here, in paradise, with him.
Paradise was wherever he was.