Six months later
Singapore was an amazing landscape of food, architecture, and stunning nightlife. Alex had some business here, a potential deal to take an older estate off some state official’s hands. He would do what he was best at, purchase the property, send in his crew to fix the place up, complete ecofriendly upgrades, and then ultimately sell the property back off for significantly higher price than he bought it. And in the real estate playground of Singapore, one of the richest countries in the world, that could be several hundred million dollars.
I continued slowly through the canopy of hanging flowers and creeping vines, watching the mist from the hoses drip down the giant green leaves of a plant that was taller than me. The gardens were beautiful, and I was glad that Alex had decided to bring me along on this trip, though I wished he would put his phone down and come back over here. Where did he go anyway? I glanced back towards the environmental room we had just come from but couldn’t see him.
I toyed with the skirt of my dress, pulling it back and forth while I waited for him to come back. It was probably another business call; I hadn’t asked but that was my assumption.
“Well, it’s official,” Alex said as he came back over to me, tucking his phone into his pocket. “You’re now a grandmother, and I’m the cradle robber.”
I grinned and held out my hands to him. Alex took my hands in his and pulled me closer while he rubbed his thumbs over my knuckles. “I’ll have to start calling you grand-daddy now.”
He groaned and let go of my hands to wrap his arms around my waist. “I’m never going to buy you anything ever again now, not when you’re being so cruel to me.”
I laughed and tugged him along through the gardens. It was hard to believe that Lena and Peter were parents now, but it was even harder to think about Alex as a grandfather. Jesus, I’m technically a grandmother. A strong drink was needed, probably several.
Pressing myself to his side, I ran my hand down his back. “Do you want to come back later?” I asked quietly. “We could go back to the resort for a little while…”
“You do realize that I’m just going to get you back to the resort and attempt to impregnate you.”
“Don’t say impregnate, it’s a creepy word. Stick to knocking me up.”
He cringed. “I’ve done enough knocking up in my day, this one I want to be intentional and mature.”
“Mature?” What exactly was immature about having sex?
“You know, doing it the right way?”
“Do you mean properly?”
“Properly, it means the same thing doesn’t it?”
I laughed and laid my head against his shoulder. “No, it doesn’t.” Sometimes Alex sounded like a native English speaker with almost no accent, other days not so much. My favourite was when he would get flustered and his accent would come in full force while he struggled to translate himself.
Alex squeezed my side and rubbed his hand over my hip. “Well, you can teach me better English when I’ve got you riding me later.”
“Do you love me for anything other than my pussy?” I asked, trying to hide my amusement.
“Give me a minute and I’m sure I can come up with something,” he replied, eyes glittering.
I rolled my eyes and stuck my tongue out at him as we came out onto the street. Singapore had such lush greenery and beautiful clean spaces, I always amazed at how a city so large could look this good. My only issue was that it was humid.The heat didn’t get too bad, but I felt like I needed a shower after spending any amount of time outdoors. Thank god for the pool at our villa.
We made our way to the rental and I tried not to draw attention to Alex suddenly being so quiet. I had a feeling he was thinking about Peter and Lena, I just hoped he wasn’t fretting about it.
I hadn’t really thought about them since Christmas when Alex Facetimed Peter and they talked about Lena and him eloping at the courthouse. Alex sent them flowers and I happily signed the card because that same day Peter announced they had bought a house. Our island was ours for good. But we didn’t go home. Paris, London, Toronto, New York, Tokyo – we spent the New Year travelling around the world but we spent Christmas in Reykjavik. The Holidays in Iceland brought us back to our roots, to the first Christmas we spent together. And it made me forget about everything that waited for us back in Greece.
I laid my head back on the seat of the car and watched the crowds grow thicker, those weird human cart taxis trotted alongside slow vehicles. The scents of dozens of food stalls made me close my eyes and inhale deeply. By far, Singapore had the best food.
“Do you want to go to the Hawker Centre for dinner tonight?” I asked, lolling my head to the side as I watched him drive.
Alex glanced at me and chuckled. “You want that Pad Thai again, don’t you?”
“Well, yes, but also satay.”
He reached out and patted my knee before rubbing his hand higher on my thigh. “I miss your cooking most days.”
I took his hand in mine and squeezed it. “I cooked that roast last week, I’m not depriving you of anything, you baby.”
We were pulling up on the automatic gates for the resort and Alex slowed the car, he looked to me and cocked an eyebrow. “I don’t get breakfast that often anymore. And I never get you to spread your legs that early like you promised to back home.”
“Pussy isn’t one of the food groups, I think cereal is a better breakfast choice.”
“It is when it’s as sweet as yours.”
“Now that’s how I know you’re looking to nail me on the nearest available horizontal surface.”
“It’s doesn’t have to be horizontal, vertical works just as well.”
I rolled my eyes and bit my tongue on the laughter trying to bubble up.
We pulled up in front of our villa and got out. A woman was watering the garden out front and Alex fiddled with his keys as we stood there on the stoop. The resort was almost like a gated community with small single floor houses. The porch wrapped around to the back but was sectioned off with a locked gate. Potted plants were scattered along the front cobblestone path to the parking lot and a little mailbox sat on the edge of our lot with our names scrawled across the side for the duration of our stay.
The doors beeped and slid open for us, welcoming us home into a blend of futuristic and natural.
I tossed my purse onto the credenza and slipped my sneakers off. Alex made his way across the living room and threw the patio doors open. The resort somehow made these small apartment sized suites feel like mansions on a secluded property.
The far wall was all large windows and doors that showed off the gorgeous patio and pool. The hot tub sat off to the side, next to the stone fire pit and entire outdoor space was blocked off by high walls covered in glossy black and blue tile with vines and wild flowers overflowing down the side. Inside was just as nice; natural wood accented smooth glass or marble surfaces depending on the room, and tile mosaics decorated various walls. Various undergarments of mine were littered about, discarded bikinis, a half-shredded pair of panties on the mantle, a bra missing several hooks, and a hell of a lot more decorated the bedroom floor.
We went through spells where sex was almost nonexistent, but we were still physically affectionate, and other periods of time where sex was the only thing on our minds. Lately though, with this new deal on the table, Alex was practically insatiable. With every meeting between him and this political figure, he would come back to the resort grinning ear to ear and ready to throw me across the nearest available surface. Today had been one of the few days where I could get him out to do some real sightseeing.
He was playing on his phone while I washed up in the bathroom. Traveling was making me something of a germaphobe, I refused to go anywhere without hand sanitizer and washed my hands like crazy when I could. I pulled the small bottle of lotion out of the drawer and rubbed some into my palms after drying off. When I came back out, Alex was still staring at his phone.
“A little boy,” he said quietly. “They named him Theodoros.”
Theodoros, meaning a gift from god. They would probably just call him Theo though. It was a cute name. I came up to him slowly and wrapped my arms around his waist as I tried to see over his shoulder. I had to admit little Theo was cute, in the squashed newborn face kind of way. His skin was kind of blotchy it stood out against the pale green blanket he was swaddled in. So did the shock of dark hair on his head. Another little Hatzistefanis boy to eventually become tall, dark, and too handsome for his own good.
“He looks like his grand-dad,” I whispered appreciatively. “He’s gonna love you.”
Alex laughed self-consciously and ran a hand through his hair. “I didn’t expect this.”
“What?”
“To miss it. To be jealous.” He paused and shoved his phone back in his pocket. “I’m glad they have a stable home for him, it feels good to break the cycle.”
Aw. I kissed Alex’s shoulder and turned him to face me. “After I’ve started school. That’s what we agreed on, right?”
“Two-years,” he said in agreement.
My design program started in September and it would be four years, but Alex and I agreed that in two years we would start trying. I wasn’t ready for a baby yet, and that was okay, and even if he had sudden nostalgia and baby fever that didn’t mean that I had to get pregnant right away. Mama hated when I said it, but that was kind of a bonus part to being so much younger than him; I had plenty of time to start working on our family.
It also gave Alex more time to get his affairs in order before he retired for good, hence this big project. If everything went well and he got this deal, then this would be the last house he would flip and once I had a baby he would be a permanent stay-at-home-dad while I finished school.
He wanted to flip our house too before we had a kid, but I wasn’t keen on tearing down our beautiful A-frame just to have our bedroom on the same floor as our kids. Kid. Singular. Not plural, I couldn’t let him catch me referring to it as plural and get his hopes up that I would want a bunch.
Alex held me close to him for a moment and I looped my arms up under his shoulders. We were always touchy-feely, I thought it would lax over time but we just became more open about it while we were away.
“Why don’t I take your phone from you, make us some drinks, and I’ll meet you in the pool?” I offered, reaching up to brush his hair out of his eyes.
He smiled half-heartedly and leaned down for a quick kiss. “Don’t bother with a bikini.”
I laughed and watched him head out to the pool area, dropping his phone and shirt on the chair as he went. I lingered for a moment, watching him undo his shorts and drop them to the floor. My tongue ran along the edges of my teeth and I turned around quickly, trying not to get caught up with how good he was looking lately.
I untied my ponytail while I waited for the ice and then mixed us daquiris. When I came out onto the back patio he was already in the pool, at the shallow end and wading deeper. His crucifix hung down low on his chest and the gold popped against the olive, tanned colour of his skin. He hadn’t taken the crucifix off since the wedding, or the other set of wedding bands. Platinum on his left and gold on his right, just like I did too.
“Lime,” I said, leaning down and offering him the mixed drink. “And strawberry for me.” I took a seat on the edge of the pool and leaned back, untying the sash at my waist holding my sun dress together. My swished in the cool water and I relaxed, lolling my head back and closing my eyes.
Alex watched from behind his glass as the fabric fell away from my body, revealing my lack of bra and panties. “That’s a nice dress,” he said slyly. “You know that I’m not going to let you wear that sort of thing when you’re at school.”
I grinned and sipped my drink before replying, “Why? Nervous a professor will get an eyeful?”
“An eyeful or a handful,” he retorted, coming closer. Alex slipped his wet hands up my crossed legs and slowly pulled them apart. “I might like you acting like a tease, but I prefer them not having such easy access.”
You’re so territorial. It didn’t bother me, I doubted it ever would. “I’ll remember that next time we’re in France and you decide to go European on the swimsuit.”
“You liked those shorts; you couldn’t take your eyes off me the whole time.”
Shorts wasn’t really the right word for them, they were like skin-tight boxer-briefs that were cut even shorter than usual and drew your eyes right to his crotch. He filled them nicely, but I had been acutely aware of every other person that had glanced his way. I preferred him here, naked in private for my eyes only and not having to bother with those pesky clothes that never seemed thin enough.
“I still can’t take my eyes off you,” I countered.
Alex grinned up me and pushed my legs apart. He leaned forward and kissed the inside of my knee, the sticky drink made it feel like his lips were glued to my skin and I sighed, laying back on the hot stone as he worked his way higher.
My hand found its way to his hair, tugging at him insistently while his lips rose goosebumps on my skin. He kept dipping his hands back into the water before running them over my body, trailing across my skin and making me shiver at the cooling sensation under the hot sun.
“I was thinking about you last night, when you were out with Jazmin,” he murmured against my thigh. “And that picture you sent me.”
I giggled and rubbed my hands over my face, trying to stop myself from blushing. “Did you like seeing me on the stripper pole?”
“I think we should get one for home.”
I was grinning ear-to ear and I couldn’t bring myself to look at him. I knew he would like that photo. “You want a slut without the sluttiness,” I teased him. “All behind closed doors and never in public.”
“That’s because this—” he paused and dragged his tongue over my slit. “—is mine. It’s not for the public, it’s for me.”
“For Daddy,” I whispered.
“Good girl.”
With that, his tongue forced its way into my sex and lapped lazily at my clit. Fire shot through me and I moaned, arching my back while I tightened my hold on his hair, tugging at it. His hands pawed at my tits, kneading them and twisting my nipples between his thumbs in forefinger. The fire inside me flared with each flick of his tongue and all I could do was writhe against him and thank whoever the hell it was that taught him how eat someone out.
Alex twisted hard suddenly and I cried out in shock, jerking against him. “Sit up,” he ordered thickly. “Get your ass in here.”
“Yes, sir,” I mumbled dazedly.
I pushed myself up and before I could slip into the pool, he seized me around the waist, dragging me in and making me laugh when he pressed his face to my chest. “I love your body,” he whispered between feverish kisses. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” My legs wrapped around his waist and I rested against him, combing my fingers through his hair as I pulled him up to kiss my mouth.
The cool metal of his necklace sent chills through me while I ground my hips against his, my toes practically curling at the feeling of his hard cock sliding along my slit. Daddy’s hands gripped my ass, pulling he tight against him.
I just wanted to feel him; the way his muscles moved when I raked my nails over his back, the way he tensed when I nipped at his earlobe, the shuddering breath he would take when I traced my tongue through his stubble… I wanted to memorized it, to memorize him, so that no matter what I could always come back to this.
With a small twist of my hips I could feel the head of his cock teasing my pussy. He pulled me down and I gasped, squeezing my eyes shut and burying my face into his shoulder.
He groaned and I clawed at him desperately. He was whispering in my ear, telling me how tight I was and warning me that my pussy was his, no one else’s. He never called it my pussy though, always cunt, and he made me repeat him, promising that was his cunt.
Body, mind, and soul, I belonged to him, and I always had.
“Your cunt is always so tight,” he whispered, his lips brushing my ear as his fingers dug into my skin. “You’re my own greedy little slut and I’m never letting you go again.”
“Don’t let me go,” I begged, grasping at his neck. “I love you, Daddy—I love you—” I broke off with a scream and bit into his shoulder as I shuddered and came hard. My legs tightened around him and electricity skittered up my spine.
“Mine,” he growled, thrusting hard. “Everyone will be able to see it when you’re pregnant.” He laughed suddenly and sucked at my throat before adding, “Knocked up.”
I giggled and pulled away to kiss him, holding him to me as his thrusts got more brutal and his cock dragged along my g-spot. “You want to knock up your baby girl?” I mumbled against his lips. “How fucking sick are you?”
One hand left my ass and twisted into my wet hair, jerking my head back and making me gasp. “You don’t want to know, glykia mou.”
He words came out thick and gravely and it was my only warning before he came, pushing as deep as he could into me and crushing me to his chest. Light sparks of pain went off behind my eyes and fought his hold on my hair to cling to him, desperate to hold him while he finished.
The world slowly came back into focus and the music from the speakers had changed from a slow rock song to a sultry-voiced pop singer. Our forgotten drinks were less of a slushie and more melted now and my dress had been half dragged into the pool.
Alex dragged me to the stairs at the shallow end and sat us down as he rubbed my back.
“Do you think we could just walk around naked all the time at home?” I asked.
“You’re going to wear me out by fifty.”
I smirked and pressed a gentle kiss to his collarbone. “That’s the plan, I figured we could get our shenanigans over with sooner and get my hands on your fortune.”
“Ah, the long con,” he replied with a chuckle. “The joke’s on you, I have five years to get a baby from you if that’s the case, and then who’s really the winner?”
I smirked and sat back on his lap to see him. Alex was smiling, his was damp and mused, and he was practically glowing with excitement. I brushed his hair back again leaned forward, pressing our foreheads together. I wasn’t ready for a baby, but we also weren’t taking that many precautions. If I forgot a pill now and then, we weren’t concerned, he never pulled out, and never once had we used condoms. If I got pregnant tonight, I wouldn’t be upset about it, and neither would he. It would happen when it would happen, and whether that was two years from now or a week from now, we would be happy about it.
But until it did happen, I liked to play this game. And I think Daddy did too.