Chapter 431
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Chapter 431:
“Welcome to paradise, Mr. and Mrs. Collins,” the head butler said, bowing deeply. He offered them ice-cold, eucalyptus-scented towels.
Gaston took Jocelyn’s hand and led her to a waiting golf cart. They drove through a dense, perfectly manicured tropical garden until the main villa appeared before them.
It was designed to erase the boundary between indoors and outdoors entirely. The massive glass walls were fully retracted, and the polished teakwood floors flowed seamlessly out onto a sprawling terrace, ending in a massive infinity pool that appeared to drop straight off the cliffside into the ocean below.
Jocelyn kicked off her designer sandals. She walked barefoot across the warm wood, dropped her handbag onto a white linen sofa, and drifted to the edge of the pool. She stared out at the endless horizon. No boats. No tourists. Just absolute, resounding peace.
Gaston turned to the head butler.
“The main villa is now on absolute lockdown,” Gaston said, his voice flat and authoritative. “No staff is to enter this perimeter unless explicitly called. Understood p>
“Yes, sir.” The butler nodded and immediately retreated, taking the rest of the staff with him.
By sunset, the sky over the Caribbean had exploded into violent shades of magenta and burnt orange.
Jocelyn emerged from the master suite wearing a tiny white designer bikini beneath a sheer, flowing silk cover-up.
𝗡𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗻𝗱 𝗼𝗻
Gaston was already on the terrace. He wore loose white linen trousers and a matching shirt left completely unbuttoned, exposing the hard, tanned muscles of his chest and the dark ink of the J.W. tattoo over his heart. He held two crystal glasses filled with a custom rum cocktail.
He handed her one. Jocelyn took a sip, the cold, sweet alcohol burning pleasantly down her throat.
She stepped closer and rested her cheek against his bare, warm chest, listening to the steady, powerful rhythm of his heartbeat.
“Thank you,” Jocelyn whispered into his skin.
Gaston looked down, his brow furrowing slightly. “For what p>
Jocelyn tilted her head up. Her eyes were completely clear, stripped of every trace of the anxiety and fear that had shadowed her for years.
“For giving me a real home,” Jocelyn said, her voice trembling with raw emotion. “For burning down the world to keep me safe. I never thought I could feel this free p>
Gaston’s eyes darkened. The raw vulnerability in her words snapped the last thread of his restraint.
He took the crystal glass from her hand and set it on the stone table.
Without a word, he bent down, wrapped his massive arms around her, and lifted her effortlessly into the air. Jocelyn gasped, her arms instinctively tightening around his neck.
Gaston walked without stopping toward the edge of the terrace and stepped directly into the warm water of the infinity pool.
The water surged around them, instantly soaking his linen clothes and her silk cover-up. He waded to the deep end and pressed her back gently against the smooth, wet tiles of the pool wall. The buoyancy of the water made her feel weightless. She wrapped her legs around his waist.