Since I woke up, Iâve stared at the ring on my finger, still in shock, wondering if I was dreaming. Iâve not moved except to pinch myself a few times.
Riggsâs deep laugh tears me out of my trance. âAre you having second thoughts, pet?â
I turn over in the bed.
He sits back in an oversized chair, shirtless, his eyebrows arched.
âNo, Iâm justâ¦â I glance at the radiant, flawless, who-knows-how-many-carats diamond shining on my hand. I admit, âIâm still in shock.â
His lips twitch.
I sit up. âWhy are you watching me sleep?â
âI always watch you sleep,â he confesses, which is another surprise. Iâve only caught him once, the night he drank too much.
Flutters fill my stomach. I ask, âHow long have you been awake?â
He shrugs. âSince around four. I went down the street to catch some waves.â
I blurt out, âI wouldâve gone and watched you.â
He shrugs again, and it hits me how laid-back heâs been since we got to Hawaii. Iâm not used to this new Riggs, but I like it. He says, âMaybe tomorrow you can.â
âHow long are we here?â I question, never wanting to leave Hawaii. Itâs beautiful, and I havenât been here since I was a child. Like his normal style, Riggs has gone over the top to ensure our privacy, but Iâm not complaining.
âA week, possibly longer. I have some business deals I might need to close next week, so we have to play it by ear, pet.â
âThatâs okay. I should get moving. It looks like a beautiful day outside,â I state, glancing out the window, then rising. The water twinkles from the morning sun. Two volcanic islands, Molokini and Kahoolawe, look like theyâre a swimmable distance, even though itâs too far.
Riggs stands, then dangles a skimpy white bikini in front of me. He leans into my ear. âPut this on, future Mrs. Madden.â
Flutters fill my belly. I bite my smile. Heâs been calling me that since he proposed last night. And I have to admit, I love it.
I slide my arms around his neck and inquire, âShould I change my stage name?â
He stares at me a minute and then shakes his head. âNo, Ears said you had the perfect name. Leave it as Fox, but youâre legally changing it to mine.â
I softly laugh. âIs that so?â
His chest puffs out. He squeezes my ass and asserts, âWithout a doubt. Now get your suit on. Itâs perfect weather.â
âYes, Sir,â I say.
He winks and goes into the bathroom. I put on my suit. We leave the suite and walk across the grass until we get to the sand.
Thereâs no one on the beach. Crystal-clear water gently laps on the shore. An oversized blanket covers the sand, and we sit. I stare at the water in awe.
âItâs gorgeous, isnât it?â he asks.
âYes.â
He adds, âMakes my Malibu place look crappy, huh?â
I laugh. âI wouldnât exactly say that. And how is this beach not filled with people?â
Riggs grunts. âEasy. I paid everyone off.â
I gape at him. âI donât even want to know how much that cost.â
âGood thing you donât have to worry about it, then,â he claims and lies down.
I assess the property again, then slide over him, drag my fingers over his chest, and innocently ask, âSo no oneâs watching us?â
Mischief explodes in his expression. He flips me onto my back so fast that butterflies dance wildly in my stomach. His eyes twinkle, matching the water. Iâve never seen him look so happy, which makes my heart soar. Iâd do anything possible to keep him looking like this.
He questions, âAre you sure you want to marry me?â
âAre you changing your mind?â I blurt out.
âNo, I want to know if youâre sure you want to marry me,â he repeats.
âYes, Iâm sure,â I reiterate.
âGood.â He scoots me off him, grabs the snorkeling gear, then slings me over his shoulder.
I shriek.
He slaps my ass and carries me into the water until itâs past my neck. He states, âThereâs a reef about 100 feet out from here.â
âReally?â
âYeah. Letâs go see what we can find.â
We swim to the reef and snorkel for hours. Itâs like being inside a fish tank. Brilliant yellows, oranges, purples, blues, and greens pop everywhere beneath us. Sea turtles swim so close we can touch them, but Riggs warns not to.
When we tire, we head back to shore. Riggs tosses our snorkeling gear on the sand, then pulls me back into the water. I secure my limbs around him, and he kisses me, then asks, âAre you sure you want to marry me?â
My stomach dives. I fret, âWhy do you keep asking me? Are you trying to get out of it?â
His lips twitch. âIs that a yes, pet?â
âYes, of course. Please stop asking me.â
Approval lights up his expression. âGood. Marry me tonight.â
I gape at him.
His lips twitch. âIs that a yes?â
âTonight? You want to marry me tonight?â I question.
He chuckles. âYeah. Letâs do it at sunset, right here on the beach. You, me, the officiant, and no one else.
âDonât I need a dress?â
âItâs hanging in your closet,â he informs me with a self-satisfied smirk.
I gape at him again. Then laugh. âOf course it is.â
His grin widens, then his face turns stern. âI still havenât heard a yes from you, pet.â
I tease, âWhy donât you kiss me and show me how much you want to marry me tonight? Then Iâll give you my answer.â
He doesnât hesitate. His lips meet mine, our tongues slide against one another as soon as possible, and he holds my head, dominating me into full submission.
I grind my lower body against his erection. He retreats, muttering, âHowâs that?â
âSold,â I chirp.
His lips grin against mine. He slides his palm over my ass and announces, âOkay, timeâs ticking.â He pulls me up toward shore.
I laugh. âYouâre serious? Weâre going to get married tonight?â
âUnless you donât want to?â He arches his eyebrows, but thereâs a vulnerability in his expression.
It hits me that Riggs is nervous, which I find pretty cute. Itâs not a look I ever see on him. I slide my hands on his cheeks, repeating, âStop asking me.â
He closes the distance between us and palms my cheek. He softly states, âDonât wear a lot of makeup. I prefer you like this.â
My butterflies go crazy. I nod. âOkay. If thatâs what you want, thatâs what you shall get.â
He leads me into our suite and says, âIâll get ready in the other bathroom.â
I open the closet. My heart races faster. A sleeveless, mermaid-style wedding gown with spaghetti straps, lace overlay, and a court train hangs in front of me. Itâs the most beautiful dress Iâve ever seen. Itâs backless and dips right before my ass with an elegant string to secure it.
A pair of silver-heeled sandals lie on the bed. Inside a glass box is a fresh, white lei, complete with a clip for my hair.
I shower, then dry my hair, leaving it in beach waves. Then I secure the lei on the side of my head. I apply a tad of eyeliner, mascara, and pale-pink lip gloss.
Riggs steps into the suite. Heâs wearing white linen pants and a matching button-down shirt with rolled cuffs. His ink peeks out on his lower arms and chest. He freezes, dragging his eyes over me in approval, and my butterflies go crazy again.
He steps forward and spins me slowly. âYouâre gorgeous, pet.â
I glance back at him. âYouâre super handsome, Mr. Soon-to-be-Husband,â I declare, but my voice shakes slightly. I add, âCan you tie my dress?â
âOf course,â he replies, then laces the back. He steps in front of me, assesses me again, then states, âBut thereâs something youâre missing.â
âWhat?â I fret.
He slides his hand over my gold collar and releases it. Then he pulls a platinum choker out of his pocket. It matches my ring perfectly. Diamonds the same size are laced all around the metal, and tiny rings are set around it, along with a few bigger ones. Itâs a work of art, and thereâs an engraving on it. It reads:
âItâs beautiful,â I gush.
He secures it around my neck. I go to the mirror and touch it, tracing the edges of the diamonds, then the rings, wondering what goes through Riggsâs mind when he selects my collars. Does he think about what heâs going to restrain me to?
I touch the bigger ring on the back, stating, âThis is stunning.â
He steps behind me. His lips hit my ear, and he claims, âMy soon-to-be wife is stunning.â He pecks me on the cheek, then picks up my hand and kisses the back of it.
He says nothing else and guides me out of the room and onto the deserted beach, except for one person.
A female officiant wears a purple flowing dress and a matching lei in her hair. She chirps, âWelcome. My name is Makayla.â
âThis is Blakely, and Iâm Riggs,â he states.
The sun begins to set. Itâs a clear night with no clouds anywhere.
Makayla goes through the process during the short ceremony. She recites the normal vows, which weâre to each repeat after her, but at the end of his vows, Riggs adds, âI vow to prove you wrong and work on my faults.â
It brings tears to my eyes.
Makayla turns to me and repeats the normal vows, and I take my turn saying them. At the end, I add, âI vow to always accept all of you, your faults and all.â
A look Iâve never seen on Riggsâs face forms. Itâs a mix between happiness and darkness, and I guess itâs fitting since it represents all thatâs really him.
Makayla pulls us out of our trance, announcing, âBy the power vested in me by the state of Hawaii, I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss your bride.â
Riggs steps forward and holds my face in his hands for a moment, staring at me until Iâm almost shaking with anticipation. Then he kisses me. Itâs raw, consuming, and everything Iâve ever wanted from him.
And I wonder if this is real or if Iâm dreaming. I never thought I would see Riggs so happy or that Iâd be able to say that heâs truly mine, not just at this moment but forever.
All I want to do is keep us like this for the rest of our lives. And nothing within me believes anything could ever change the love I feel for Riggs or how I always want him to remain my everything.