Episode 13

Maximo

Going shopping with Lisa was super fun, seeing her in clothes that fit her perfectly and allowed me to appreciate her curves was exciting, so I preferred to stay seated so that my state wouldn't be noticed.

We had spent hours in the store, the shop assistants didn't stop bringing her exclusive clothes. I listened to her sigh and complain while I was having fun. She is the first woman who thinks buying clothes is too much and just wants to run away.

I asked one of the saleswomen to bring her a variety of fine and seductive lingerie. After Lisa's angry look, she went back into the fitting room with the most conservative items she could find, but I ended up ordering that they pack absolutely everything.

When we finally arrived at the mansion, we ate pizza and fell asleep together for the first time. I woke up in the middle of the night and felt the desire to hug her and keep her warm, but I restrained myself out of fear of her reaction. The last thing I wanted was for her to think I was a pervert or something similar.

The day of our trip came, and I was excited to take her to new places. I would take her to see the world if she asked me to.

We flew on my company's plane, and we sat together. Lisa looked amazed and scared at the same time. She looked around in surprise; it was her first time on a plane.

"Do you like it?" I asked.

"Yes, but I'm scared. I've never traveled before," she replied.

"I've done it thousands of times and nothing bad happened. Don't be afraid, I'm here with you."

As we began to take off, she seemed on the verge of a panic attack. Terrified is an understatement; she had her nails dug into the seat and was as pale as a ghost. I held her hand, a terrible idea, as every bone in her hand cracked.

"Calm down, Lisa. I'm here. Look at me, breathe," I said, trying to reassure her.

"I... I'm afraid," she spoke with difficulty, breathing heavily.

I hugged her tightly, but she was shaking violently. I pulled away from the hug, turned her face towards mine, and looked into her eyes. Her face was so close to mine, our breaths intertwined. I glanced at her slightly open lips, and the first thing that came to my mind was to kiss her, but I resisted the temptation.

"Look at me, nothing bad will happen. This flight is super safe, understand?" She nodded and moved away a bit.

She calmed down once we were already flying, but she got scared again when they announced that we would be landing soon. I held her hand to calm her down a bit, although what I really wanted was to kiss her until she forgot her own name.

I decided that we would first visit Las Vegas and get married there. We went to the hotel where a honeymoon suite awaited us.

"I don't know what is usually said in these cases, but this is the engagement ring, and I hope you like it," I said, showing her the ring.

"Oh my God, it's beautiful," she exclaimed.

"I'm glad you like it." I took her hand, placed the ring on her finger, and kissed it. "I thought we could get married here in one of the many chapels. Do you want to?"

"Okay, we came for that, right?"

"Let's go get a dress if you want."

"I don't want a big dress, just a simple one. We could rent one."

"Let's go."

She wanted to rent a dress, and I only wore a black suit that I bought before coming for the occasion.

We took a stroll through the best places here, and we saw a formal clothing store. I noticed Lisa staring at a white party dress and asked her to come inside. She tried on that dress and looked truly beautiful in it. The chapel was on the same street.

We entered, handed over our documents, took our rings, paid for two witnesses, and quickly became husband and wife.

"You may kiss the bride." I took a step forward, took her face in my hands, and kissed her. I couldn't do it the way I wanted, but at least I could feel her sweet lips against mine.

I let go of her, and at that moment, a photo was taken of us, and we took a few more to commemorate our union. We walked out of there hand in hand, got into the limousine, and returned to the hotel where we were staying.

Our wedding night consisted of eating together, toasting, and sleeping. It's ironic that as the most eligible bachelor that all women want as a husband, I married someone who doesn't desire me or want to be my wife in any sense.

The following day, after another tour, we went back to the airport.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"It's a surprise," she replied.

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