Graham (Obsessed Alpha 3)

“I can have my staff call and book you a nice suite.”

“The cost doesn’t matter. I want the best they have, Phillipe. Ms. Tyler will be accompanying me.” I tell him, leaving the bathroom to find all of my missing clothes. I step back in the bathroom to get dressed and talk. I don’t want to wake her.

“That’s wonderful, sir.”

“Thank you. I need a shop for clothes.”

“There are plenty of shops in the resort. Including one just off the main lobby.”

“Thank you again. I can’t even explain how you’re a lifesaver.” I walk out and find my sleeping beauty awake and smiling at me as she puts some clothes on.

“I’ve got to go.”

“You didn’t need to end the call for me.”

“I did. We don’t have a lot of time before we dock. We need to pack up your things and get your sexy ass dressed.”

“How about you pack up? I want to take a quick shower.”

“Okay. We have about fifteen minutes.”

“I’ll be quick.” She runs to a drawer and tosses most of it onto the bed after grabbing an outfit. “Ah, this will be good enough. I’ll be out in six minutes.” Gia dashes in and closes the door behind her.

I grab her suitcases and stuff everything in as best and as fast as possible. The ship slows and lurches. Shit, and so does my stomach. I search my pockets, but my meds aren’t in there. I must have left them in my room.

I knock on the door and say, “I have to run to my cabin. I’ll be right back.” Making a mad dash down the hall and around the corner. I enter my room and search the place for my pills, but they are nowhere to be found. Where the hell did they go? Oh well, the ship jolts again, and I rush into my own en suite and lose my dinner. I hurry up and wash my face, brushing my teeth with the complimentary toothbrush and paste. Thank goodness for that.

When I get to her door, I scan my keycard and walk into the room. She jumps back, dropping her phone. “Holy fuck, you scared me.”

“Sorry, baby. I have a master keycard.”

“Oh, I thought you took mine.”

“Is everything okay?”

“Yes. It’s wonderful. I’m ready.” She slings her purse over her head and onto one shoulder, letting the strap settle between her enormous tits. I groan but remind myself that we need to disembark. I take her suitcases with me. “Are you sure you have everything?”

“Yes, Graham. I’m not missing a thing.” Her million-dollar smile makes me a little curious.

“Good, let’s go. I’ve asked them to get us the best room available. Will that work for you?”

“As long as you’re there. It really doesn’t matter where we stay.”

“Great, baby. Let’s get out of here.”

As we exit, we see the jackass from earlier, and he’s walking with a woman on his arm. Gia laughs, and I tug her close as we pass them by. “Come on, sweetheart. We have to get to our hotel.” I can’t help but add that dig.

“Ah, Mr. Hamilton, I’m so glad to have caught you. The owner will be awaiting your arrival at the front desk.”

“Thank you. And here are our keycards.” I hand them both of ours.

“Let my staff assist you.”

“Thank you, but I can handle these.” We make our way toward the hotel after speaking with some guides on the way. Once inside the lavish resort, I lead Gia to the concierge. “Hello, I’m here to check-in. Graham Hamilton,” I say. The young lady smiles at me before nodding her head.

“Just one moment, sir.”

“Thank you.”

“I’m sorry, sir, but it’s going to be about ten minutes. Is there any way that you’d like to have a drink at the bar. Completely on the house, of course.”

“Thank you, but no thank you. We’ll be in the shop over here.” I point to the men’s store right off the lobby.

“Do you wish to leave your luggage? We assure you nothing will happen to it.”

“Yes, thank you,” Gia answers. We enter the store and start to browse. I find a few things in my size. I won’t need much more than two days’ worth, but I find swim trunks just in case we do any kind of swimming.

“Would you like to charge it to your room?”

“No, thank you.” I take out my American Express and hand it to the woman. Gia stands there gawking at the price of everything. I forget that she’s not used to the extravagant life. Well, she’ll get used to it because I’m going to spoil her and all our children.

“Come on. I’m sure our host is waiting for us.”

“Ah, Mr. Hamilton, we are.” I turn around to see a man a little smaller than me, holding a woman close to him. “I’m Julian Navarro, and this lovely woman is my wife, Natasha.”