Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 90852 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90852 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
Had fate spun an invisible thread between us—one that had pulled us together through the years?
Was it more than my father’s strategizing?
Did God in fact. . .pick Moni for me?
And finally, her newfound commitment to the East. That bold declaration to live here and work at being a good Mountain Mistress made my heart hum. It was a grand gesture of boundless love and loyalty.
No longer would I be alone in the East, ruling by myself, uncertain of my path, with no one to confide in as I rested my head on my pillow at night.
I will never let her go. Never.
Now, I needed to show her my devotion in a way that went beyond words.
Maybe I could take her off somewhere real quick—a trip to the coast, where we could walk hand-in-hand along the shoreline, the salty breeze carrying our laughter across the waves.
More than anything, I imagined waking up beside her every morning, holding her warm, soft body in my arms, murmuring promises in her ear as the sun painted the walls with bright light.
I envisioned celebrating her victories too, right beneath an indigo sky, standing by her side when she was challenged, and sharing quiet moments when she simply needed a place to rest her tired spirit.
Our sharing whispered vows where love could prosper.
In the car, I turned Moni’s way, squeezed her hand, and saw my future in her eyes.
And our future was the most beautiful vision.
It was solace, joy, and unbroken trust.
It had a horizon painted in gold.
And there I saw our laughter falling, twisting, and turning like rose petals on a sweet spring breeze.
I saw our passion rising.
Burning.
I watched our love grow in the most sensual places, where love bloomed, where hope could be planted, with roots entwined deeply, where memories were bred.
Carved.
Growing strong.
Constantly being nurtured.
Forget just the title of Mountain Mistress. She’s going to be my wife one day. . .the mother of my kids. Does she know?
The car stopped in front of Lotus Blossom.
Seconds later, the driver opened up the door on Moni’s side.
Letting go of my hand, she stepped out and her sexy figure was a breathtaking silhouette against the sunlight.
Stunning.
Exquisite.
A sudden rush of warmth and tingling spread through my chest, causing my heart to flutter and skip a beat.
I stifled a groan.
Things had been so hectic, I never got a chance to tell her how beautiful she looked today.
And that suit was a masterpiece of fabric—deep, rich blue adorned with delicately embroidered sky blue and pink flowers that seemed to bloom off the cuffs and collar. Additionally, each golden thread was expertly woven. Plus, the cut was nothing short of perfection, hugging her every lush curve.
When the East saw her on TV tonight, they would know without a doubt that she was my Mountain Mistress.
She continued toward Lotus Blossom.
Next, I left the car, and was greeted by the delightful fragrance of the garden carried on a gentle breeze—roses and jasmine, citrus fruit and fresh soil.
A mesmerizing symphony of scents that serenaded my senses into blissful surrender.
I directed my view to the garden, sweeping my gaze across the rich landscape before me—rows of flowers and towering trees. In the distance, the gentle trickle of the fountain could be heard along with birds chirping and singing in the nearby trees.
Lanterns hung from carefully pruned branches, ready to glow over the garden once evening fell.
It has been a long time, Lotus Blossom.
A strange sense of nostalgia washed over me, while memories from my childhood flickered through my mind like a vivid reel—helping my mother in the garden under the bright morning sun, her gentle laughter filling the air as we tended to the flowers together; chasing my sister around the house, her giggles echoing through the halls; heading out on morning jogs with my father, his steady pace leading the way down the sunlit paths.
But since my mother’s passing, coming here had been difficult.
The estate held too much of her spirit, her touch, and her presence. Even now, every flower whispered her name, pulling at a bittersweet ache deep within my soul.
Mommy. . .I miss you so much. I’m glad you knew Moni’s Mom.
I avoided this place, yet today was different. The thought of Moni and her sisters staying here filled me with renewed purpose.
With them around, I’ll be here a lot.
Sighing, I turned back to the house.
Moni was now halfway up the grand staircase. Her heels clicked rhythmically on the steps.
I watched as her delicate fingers traced along the polished handrail, and all I could do was wish my cock were under those fingertips.
Mmmm.
Those hips swayed in a tantalizing dance.
I could even see the gentle arch in her back as she went up each step, her waist twisting one way slowly to only twist the other way even more deliciously.
She was poetry in motion.