My Ex-wife, My Destination

Luke’s P. O. V.

I admire my little princess who sleeps soundly on the bed in the private jet. Daisy has gone to the restroom. I can’t believe I’m going on my first vacation with my family. It feels unreal.

I never thought that after coming to New York, my life would change like this. Meeting Hope, feeling a strong connection with her, meeting Daisy, then learning Hope is my daughter-everything seems so surreal. And now, here we are, flying together in my private jet.

Despite all the mistakes I’ve made in the past, I’m grateful for the second chance to be a part of their lives, to be Hope’s father.

My trance breaks as the plane suddenly shakes, and Daisy falls onto my lap. My hands automatically grab her bare waist to steady her. She clutches my blazer, and our gazes lock. Our heartbeats quicken, and our breathing becomes heavy because of our proximity.

She looks even more beautiful up close. I can sense her body shivering because of my touch on her waist, and I’m getting hard beneath her buttocks. Her grey eyes are fixed on mine.

“Are you okay?” As I ask, my warm breath caresses her face, sending a jolt of electricity down her spine. Her grip on my blazer becomes tighter.

“I’m…” she stammers. “I’m alright.”

The way my touch still affects her the same as it did five years ago is quite pleasing.

“But you don’t seem fine to me,” I say with a mischievous glint in my eyes.

“Wha…what do you mean?” she asks, trying to keep her voice steady.

I move closer to her, accelerating her heartbeat. “You’re shivering.” I breathe, my lips inches away from hers. My fingers stroke her bare waist, sending shivers down her spine.

Damn! Her skin has become even softer and more luminous. I feel an overwhelming desire to stroke every inch of her body and savour the sweetness of her lips.

The time has truly enhanced her beauty. It’s getting hard for me to resist her.Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

“You know why?” My tone is husky as I whisper in her ear. “Because my touch still affects you, butterfly.”

She freezes in place at my words, but suddenly she pushes me away, startling me.

“Don’t you ever dare to touch me like this, Mr. Anderson,” she snaps, rising from my lap. “And don’t make me regret my decision about coming on this trip.”

She sits across from me and fixes her eyes out of the window, her brows furrowed in fury.

Fuck! How can I lose control like this? I have to win Daisy’s heart. If I keep doing this, I’ll certainly end up pushing her away from me even more. Finally, she’d started to behave normally with me, and I fucked up again.

I curse myself under my breath, fisting my hands.

“I’m sorry, Daisy,” I apologise, staring at her with guilt in my eyes. “I didn’t mean to hurt you. But I promise, from now on, I’ll respect your boundaries and your feelings.”

She remains silent; her gaze fixed firmly outside the window, her jaw clenched in frustration. I can sense her anger, her hurt, and I hate myself for causing it.

We sit in silence for a few minutes.

As she yawns and her eyes grow heavy, I suggest, “You must be tired after working all day. Lie down with Hope and get some sleep.”

“I think I should.” She let out another yawn, covering her mouth before standing up and lying down, embracing Hope on the bed.

I feel a sudden urge to join them in bed but control it.

When Daisy dozes off, I stand up and pull the comforter over them properly before leaning in and pressing my lips on their foreheads.

***

Hope wakes up just as the jet is about to land on my private island in the Caribbean. Her eyes widen with excitement as she looks out the window and sees the stunning view of the island below. Daisy is in the washroom, freshening up.

“Daddy, are we here?” She enquires, looking at me with anticipation.

“Yes, princess. We’re here,” I answer, smiling at her.

As Daisy returns from the washroom, we step down from the jet. Hope is in my arms.

“Daddy, what place is this?” She asks, looking at me with her curious blue eyes.

“It’s Daddy’s private island,” I tell her, nuzzling my nose against hers.

“Daddy, everything of yours is private. Private jet, private island.” She giggles, warming my heart and causing me to laugh.

“Daddy, put me down. Hope wants to play with the water,” she says, wriggling in my arms. As I put her down, she rushes toward the crystal-clear water, her laughter echoing.

I notice Daisy standing at the water’s edge, watching the sunrise. She looks so heavenly beautiful, her hair fluttering in the morning breeze.

I slowly walk over to her with a smile on my face. As I stand behind her, her hair brushes my face, and I inhale its intoxicating scent, losing myself in it.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” I ask in a whispering tone, standing behind her.

She nods, her gaze fixed on the breathtaking view. “It’s heavenly beautiful.”

“But not more than you,” I murmur, clenching my hands to control the urge to hold her waist. “To me, you’re the most beautiful sight in the world, Butterfly.”

“Mommy, Daddy…” Hope giggles, splashing water on us and breaking our moment.

Daisy composes herself and walks over to her. As she lifts Hope from behind and twirls her, Hope laughs. A smile tugs at my lips seeing this sight. I immediately take out my phone and capture their photos.

***

As we enter the luxurious beachfront villa, holding Hope’s hand, she jumps in delight. “Wow! It’s so huge. Daddy, can’t we stay here forever?” Her innocent question makes me chuckle.

“Welcome, sir. Welcome, ma’am,” a lady in her late sixties greets us with a warm smile.

“Daddy, who is she?” Hope asks, tugging on my sleeve.

“Hello, little girl.” The lady bends down and extends her hand to Hope. “I’m Mrs. Thompson, the housekeeper.”

“Hello, Auntie.” Hope shakes her hand with hers. “You’re so beautiful.”

“Thank you, sweetie.” After replying to Hope, she looks up at Daisy and me. “Would you like some snacks and drinks, sir, ma’am?”

“Yes, that would be lovely, thank you,” I reply, glancing at Daisy for confirmation.

Daisy nods, a smile playing on her lips. “Yes, some snacks would be great, thank you.”

“Yes, Auntie, bring it fast. Huge rats are jumping in Hope’s tummy.” Hope laughs, placing her hand on her tummy, causing us to smile.

“Sure.” Mrs. Thompson heads off to the kitchen, smiling at Hope.

“Now, let me give you guys a tour of the villa.” As I speak, Hope’s eyes sparkle with enthusiasm.

“Yippee.” She squeals, clapping her hands.

I lead them on a tour of the villa, showing them the spacious living areas, the infinity pool in the backyard, and the stunning terrace overlooking the ocean. Hope’s eyes widen with wonder as she looks around.

I open the door to a cosy bedroom with a beautiful outside view. “This is Mommy’s and your room,” I say as we enter.

“Aren’t you staying with us in this room, Daddy?” She questions, pouting sadly.

“Princess, girls need some privacy.” I place my hand on her face, trying to explain.

“Mommy, please ask Daddy to stay with us in this room,” Hope requests, tugging at Daisy’s hand. “Hope wants to sleep cuddling you both.”

Daisy nods at her before looking at me. “Luke, it’s fine. You can stay with us in this room.”

How can she agree to share the bedroom with me so easily? Whatever it is, I’m glad she is allowing me to share the room with them.

I stare at her in disbelief for a few seconds before nodding. “Fine, Daddy will also stay in this room.” As I speak, smiling at Hope, she climbs on the bed and jumps on it with excitement.

“Yippee… tonight, Hope will sleep between Mommy and Daddy.” She squeals, and Daisy and I admire her with smiles on our faces.