Chapter 38

Mira’s POV

As soon as we landed, we made our way to a private suite owned by the Montenegros. The place was enormous and ridiculously luxurious, sitting on a quiet part of the island with a breathtaking beach view that stretched endlessly into the horizon.

“This is beautiful,” Zara exclaimed, her jaw practically hitting the floor as she slowly turned in a circle to take everything in.

“I couldn’t agree more,” I replied, my own eyes widening at the sight of it all.

The living area alone looked bigger than most apartments back home. Tall glass windows opened toward the ocean, letting the golden sunlight pour into the room. Cream sofas were arranged around a low marble table, and the soft sound of waves crashing somewhere in the distance gave the whole place a calm, expensive kind of peace.

Alejandro and the guys brought our bags in while talking loudly and laughing among themselves.

“Do you like it?” he murmured from behind me, his hands sliding around my waist.

“I don’t like it, Dro. I love it,” I answered honestly.

Zara, who had suddenly disappeared while exploring, rushed back into the room looking like she had just discovered buried treasure.

“There’s a freaking jacuzzi, Mira!” she shouted excitedly, earning a wave of laughter from everyone in the room.

“Zara!” I tried pinching her arm lightly. “Act sophisticated.”

She rolled her eyes dramatically.

“You know as hell that sophisticated isn’t my middle name. This is a mind-blowing house, Mira. It deserves my reaction.”

Dro chuckled softly. “She’s right, Mira. Let her be.”

As we continued chatting and taking in the surroundings, an older woman and a man who looked to be in his early thirties walked into the suite with warm smiles on their faces.

“Welcome back, Mr. Montenegro. It’s good to see you again,” the man said politely while extending his hand.

Dro stepped forward and shook it firmly.

“Thank you, Larry. It’s good to see you too. And you as well, Miss Monica.”

Dro turned back toward us and clapped his hands once to get our attention.

“Guys, listen up for a second. This is Monica and Larry. They’ll be our housekeeper and tour guide during our stay here. So if any of you need anything, they’re the people to ask.”

“Can Larry bring in some hot girls?” Marlo asked immediately, laughing loudly at his own joke.

Larry didn’t miss a beat. “No, I cannot,” he replied calmly. “But I can get you some hot chocolate.”

Everyone burst into laughter.

Zara leaned closer to me and whispered, “Larry is kinda hot if you ask me. I might just get laid this weekend.”

I snorted softly. “He’s the help, Zara. Get a grip on that vagina of yours.”

Then I glanced toward the guys before looking back at her.

“But I’ve seen the way Danny’s been staring at you since we got on that plane. And it’s definitely the ‘I want to eat you’ kind of stare.”

Zara stiffened instantly. Her eyes tried to casually glance behind her, but she clearly didn’t have the courage to turn fully.

“Really?” she whispered. “He’s staring?”

“Yes, Zara,” I murmured. “Right now.”

Zara slowly gathered what little courage she had and turned her head. Her eyes met Danny’s across the room.

He gave her a small wave.

She awkwardly waved back with a shy smile before quickly turning back toward me.

“You’re right, Mira. He is checking me out,” she squealed quietly. “Come with me. I need to go shave.”

I laughed so hard as she grabbed my arm and dragged me out of the living room toward the bedroom Dro had given us earlier.

After a long series of “what should I wear?” questions from Zara, she finally settled on a simple red short dress. All that chaos and decision-making just because Danny waved at her.

I thought I was delusional sometimes, but Zara clearly outdid me.

“I’ve never seen you this shaken about a guy before,” I teased from the bed while watching her get ready. “You’re usually the one making them nervous.”

She paused in the middle of drawing her eyeliner and turned to look at me through the mirror.

“They aren’t usually a hot billionaire. Most of the men I scare are just drunk idiots.”

“Still,” I said, smirking, “Danny only waved.”

“A wave can lead to me walking down the aisle and you catching my bouquet as my chief bridesmaid,” Zara declared confidently while tying her hair into an elegant updo that lifted her facial features beautifully.

“You’re beautiful, Zara. Just know that,” I said with a chuckle as I walked up and hugged her from behind.

Soon enough, evening arrived and it was time for dinner. Everyone was already seated around the large dining table by the time Zara and I walked in.

And I could tell for a fact that Danny didn’t blink once when he saw her.

I took a seat beside Alejandro while Zara sat beside Danny.

Dro leaned closer to me, sniffing my neck the way he always did.

“You smell amazing,” he murmured.

“Thank you,” I replied with a small smile.

My attention drifted back toward Danny and Zara as they exchanged small talk. Zara couldn’t stop giggling throughout dinner.

After we finished eating, we all moved outside to the beach where a bonfire had been set up. There was plenty of alcohol, music playing softly from speakers, and the warm ocean breeze kept everyone relaxed and lively.

I soon found myself sitting around the fire with the guys, drinking and laughing while Zara and Danny took a quiet stroll along the shoreline.

“Am I the only one or does Danny have a thing for Zara?” Dro asked quietly while watching them walk along the water.

“He definitely does,” Marlo said with a chuckle. “Our virgin little boy.”

I blinked. “Wait… he’s a—”

“Oh crap. I shouldn’t have said that,” Marlo muttered with a drunken hiccup. “I guess the alcohol is already working.”

“Alright,” Dro said quickly, changing the subject before it got awkward. “How about we play a game?”

“Yes!” Marlo shouted. “I love games.”

“This should be interesting,” Ace added. He had been unusually quiet all evening.

Danny and Zara eventually returned and joined us around the fire.

“It has to be truth or dare,” Marlo suggested immediately.

Zara frowned. “Don’t you think we’re a little too old for that game?”

“Exactly my point,” Marlo laughed. “We’re all adults now. Nothing should be too difficult.”

“Okay, I’ll go first,” Danny said, raising his hand slightly. “Alejandro, when did you first realize you were in love with Mira?”

My heart skipped as everyone’s eyes suddenly turned toward me.

Dro smiled and gently rubbed my hand.

“When I started getting angry for no reason just because I hadn’t seen her or annoyed her for a few hours,” he admitted. “It felt like she was slowly becoming part of my daily routine.”

He looked straight into my eyes as he spoke before leaning over to kiss me softly on the lips.

“Okay, lovebirds,” Zara said teasingly, making everyone laugh.

“I’m next,” Marlo said, raising his hand again. “This one’s for Ace.”

“Shoot,” Ace replied calmly.

Marlo grinned mischievously.

“When did you also realize you were also in love with our dear Mira here?”