Zoey’s p. o. v
Annette was already standing outside the painting studio waiting for me before I arrived, with a smile on her face. “Ma’am, ready for some relaxation?” she asked, standing up straight.
“Of course.” I nodded eagerly, after hours of painting my back aches. My muscles and joints are stiffed, more than earlier. And all I needed right now is a nice, relaxing massage.
“Please, this way, ma’am.” She said.
I followed her as she led me outside the workshop, and out of the building to a wooden house not so far from the sea behind the resort.
The wooden house was adorned with intricate carvings and colorful tapestries, giving it a rustic yet inviting charm. The sound of gentle waves crashing against the shore provided a soothing backdrop to the serene atmosphere that enveloped the house.
Inside, the interior was adorned with plush cushions and soft lighting, creating a warm and inviting ambiance. The scent of lavender and eucalyptus lingered in the air, adding to the calming effect of the space.
I was greeted by a petite woman with a calming presence, and she has the warmest smile ever on.
“Nice to meet you, ma’am. I’m Emily, your massage therapist for today. Please make yourself comfortable on the table, and let me know if the pressure is too much or too little during the massage,” just like her calming aura, the petite woman whom I now know as Emily, told me in her calm voice.
Following her words, I laid on the table and she instantly started the massage. As if her voice and presence weren’t calm enough, even her fingers were calming, and I was forced to close my eyes and enjoy her fingers performing magic on my body.
I could feel the heavy tensions in my muscles slowly melting away. Emily’s truly skilled, her fingers worked their magic, kneading out the knots and releasing the built-up stress in my body.
“Ah, that feels amazing,” I sighed in contentment.
“I’m glad you’re enjoying it. Just relax and let the massage do its work,” she replied softly.
For the next hour, I drifted in and out of a state of bliss as Emily continued to work on my muscles. By the end of the session, I felt rejuvenated and refreshed, ready to take on the rest of this vacation.
“Thank you so much, Emily. That was undoubtedly what I needed,” I expressed my gratitude.
“Oh, that’s nothing, ma’am, it was my pleasure. I’m glad I could help you relax and unwind” she said humbly. “Just remember to drink plenty of water to flush out any toxins released during the massage,” she advised.
“Of course” I replied.
After the massage, I felt very light and refreshed, like a heavy weight have been lifted off my body.
I am standing here on the sea shore, the resort has it turn to a beach for their quests. That’s why are so many people on the shore, some having a picnic, some just laying on the chair enjoy the evening glow and the fresh air from the water, some were having a good time in the water, while some just walking around the place.
Amidst all this, I stand there, eyes closed, feeling the breeze whip past me. The evening sun warming the cool breeze on my skin, I inhale deeply.
A staff brought me here, saying Marco has ordered I meet him here after the massage, so here I am waiting for him.
The sound of a horse neighing made me looked sideways, I saw a figure approaching in the distance. The evening sun was setting, casting a warm glow on the horizon. As the figure drew closer, I could see that it was Marco, riding on a majestic white horse.
I couldn’t believe my eyes. Marco was a skilled rider, his dark hair blowing in the wind as he guided the horse towards me. The sight of him on the horse was breathtaking, a true picture of strength and grace.
Like those princes charming in Cinderella and sleeping beauty.
Marco pulled the gorgeous horse to a stop right in front of me, and dismounted from the horse and approached with a smile on his face.
I believe everyone on the beach has stopped what they were doing and now watching us. And… Just as I said, they were watching in awe, not just for the sight of the beautiful horse.
That too was a sight to behold. But the man who just rode the horse.
Yeah, that’s my man, everyone. I was tempted to say.
“You sure like taking people surprised.” His eyes sparkled in the fading light, and I couldn’t help but feel a flutter in my chest.
“If it pleases you, I don’t give a fuck about anyone else.” Marco pulled me in for a lingering kiss.
My ruthless Mafia lord.
“Do you want to ride on it? I brought it for you.” Marco leads me over to where the horse was standing quietly.
I ran my fingers over its soft furs, my fingers swiftly slide through its furs was ease. The texture is nothing like seen before.
“It’s beautiful.” I praised, I couldn’t help it, everyone could attest to that. “Does it have a name?”
“Not yet, you can name it.”Marco’s breath fanned down on my neck, he was standing far too intimate for a public space.
But since when has Marco cared about the public’s opinion, to be honest. I don’t care, either.
“Bella.” We all know the meaning of this name, and it suits perfectly.
“No, you’re my Bella, another name.”Marco was quick to decline.
I went silent looking for a name that’s suit this beauty, a name struck me as I stroke over her furs.
“Xena.” It means warrior princess, fit for her. She is for a princess, one that goes to battles.
Okay, I don’t know where I’m getting all these thoughts from.
“Mm.” Marco hummed in approval. “Come on.” Marco mounted the horse first, and helped me up.
“I have a surprise for you.” He said, with that, Xena took off along the shore, heading towards the woods beside the resort.
Marco and I rode on the horse through the woods beside. The evening sun, casting a warm golden glow over the trees and creating long shadows on the forest floor.
As we rode, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of freedom and exhilaration. The rhythmic sound of the horse’s hooves on the dirt path, the wind in my hair, and the scent of pine trees all around us filled me with a sense of peace and contentment.
I’ve always wanted to ride on a horse, like those princesses in Disney movies. It has been my dream since I was a child.
Xena moved with a steady pace, its muscles rippling beneath its sleek coat as it carried us deeper into the woods.
She seemed to familiar with where we are heading.
Marco slowed Xena to a stop when we arrived at a clearing. The sight before me, knocks the air out of my lungs.