Huracio
The moment I saw her wearing that scandalous nightie this morning, I started making preparations for this trip.
I intentionally made the hotel attendant take us around the house, leaving the bedrooms out because I wanted to surprise her with something that was already in the master bedroom. Who would have thought that this girl would start sleepwalking and complaining about hunger the moment we got here?
“Take it easy. Don’t choke.” I rolled my eyes in exasperation as I watched her chew like a hamster.
“It’s really good. The beef is juicy and delicious.” She mumbled with a full mouth.
“It’s Wagyu.”
“What’s that?”
“A Japanese beef.”
She nodded like I just told her something very important. She then stuffed the remaining piece into her small mouth before reaching for another piece.
“Nah, that’s enough.” I snatched the plate and took it away. Her half-closed eyes finally came alive and she glared at me. Chuckling, I returned the plate to the kitchen and called out. “I told you this trip is a surprise. The surprise is in the bedroom.”
As expected, she jumped to her feet and exclaimed. “Where is the room?”
She swirled around and moved towards the master bedroom door. Surprised that she got the right room, I hurried after her.
“Not yet.” I grabbed her hand and drew her back. “You have to freshen up and change your clothes before seeing this surprise.”
Confused and impatient, she pouted. “But I don’t have any luggage.”
“Don’t worry.” I tapped her nose teasingly. “I got you covered.”
I led her to a second room where several clothing items were kept ahead of our arrival.
“What is going on?” Katalina asked the moment we entered the room and she saw the things on the bed.
“If this was your wedding night, which one would you wear?”
“My wedding night?” She was befuddled. Giving me a queer look, she definitely thought something was wrong with my brain.
“It’s role-playing, Katalina. I want you to roll play your wedding night. All these are your best colors. Which one would you wear to bed?”
Her eyes widened in confusion. She stared at the items on the bed in a daze, not knowing what to pick.
On the bed were four sets of 3-piece, sexy, flimsy lingerie. One was in crimson red, which was my best color, and the rest were powdery blue, silver, and pink. Katalina’s best color is blue, so I expected her to pick that. But after some time, she reached out for the red. I knew instantly that she picked it for me. My heart felt warm.
“I said the one you like most.” I chuckled, hoping she would drop it and pick the blue one.
“It’s the red I want, Huracio.” She replied, still sounding awed.
“I thought I was Daddy now,” I grumbled, feigning annoyance.
She scoffed and turned away. “I will go take my bath.”
Chuckling, I watched her enter the bathroom and then exited the room.
Though I promised to cook, it was just to prevent her from making an order. What I had planned for her didn’t require much food. In fact, eating would make things messy.
Stone returned and I took the basket of ingredients he brought over to the kitchen. I then put them away after sending him off. I locked the door and started preparing for the big surprise.
Knowing she could come out at any time, I quickly brought out a suitcase filled with scented candles, flower petals, and other things that the decorators I hired couldn’t put in place because I didn’t want her to know anything until the last minute.
After hurriedly setting up the living area, I went to check the already-decorated bedroom, making sure nothing was out of place.
After that, I lit all the candles and turned off the lights. Then I turned on a waltz that Helena said was Katalina’s favorite music.
Once that was in place, I went back into the guest room where I found her already out of the bathroom. She was wrapped in a white towel, drying her hair in front of a mirror.
I came over, collected the dryer, and took over.
“Daddy, what about you? Wouldn’t you take your bath? You look rumpled.” She said while looking at me through the mirror.
“I will take my bath later.”
She reached out for my legs and ran her hands around my thighs.
“We should have taken a bath together.” She said coquettishly.
“When I take my bath, we will definitely take it together,” I promised her with a mischievous smile, suggestive of what was to come.
“It’s dry enough. I can’t wait to see my surprise.” She suddenly declared as if she just remembered the surprise.
“Okay. Get dressed. I will be waiting outside.”
With a thundering heart, I dropped the hair dryer and left the room.
Getting back to the living room, I silently waited, hoping she would love everything I had done.
A few minutes later, the bedroom door creaked open and I got to my feet.
Noticing that the room was dark, she took a cautious step out of the bedroom and gasped.
“Oh, my god. Huracio. What is this? Are we having a candlelight dinner?” She exclaimed.
“Something like that,” I replied in a soft voice. “Can you smell it? It’s your favorite scent. Jasmine.”
She casually sniffed the air and her eyes brightened. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She then opened her eyes, closed the gap between us, and got in my face. She buried her nose in my neck and took a deep breath. Confused and caught off guard, I stood still, wondering what she was up to now.
“Jasmine used to be my favorite scent, but not anymore.” He rolled her eyes seductively.
My heart dropped and I pursed my lips.
“So, what is your favorite scent now?”
“You.” She said, looking right into my eyes.
“Me?”
“Yes.” She abruptly leaned forward and pecked me on the lips.
My soul trembled. I can’t put a name on what I felt at that moment. It was an inexplicable sense of pleasure and fear. I could feel myself losing control of the situation, but I couldn’t stop it. I didn’t want to.