Page 111 of Bling

She nodded. “Fine. Where are we staying, Garrett?”

“I thought we would like to be close to the beach, so I arranged for one of the beach houses.”

Isabelle stared at him. “Seriously?” This was way too over the top.

He shrugged. “It made the most sense. Everyone can have their own space without being scattered all over a hotel.”

It was practical. She stared out the window as the beach came into view. It differed vastly from the mountain ranges of Colorado, but she thought they were equally beautiful.

Soon they were pulling into the driveway of something much more than a beach house.

“Really Garrett? I would hardly call this a beach house.”

He smirked. “What? There’s a beach and it’s a house. Besides, there’s a direct walking path from here to the public beach where the bonfire is tonight.”

The girls practically spilled out of the limo when it came to a stop, and Isabelle gave up trying to keep them calm. Might as well let them enjoy being spoiled for a weekend.

“Girls,” Jacob Alvarado hollered as he climbed out of the car. “Get back here and help with the luggage.”

“That’s really unnecessary, Jacob,” Garrett said. “I’ll help Jeff get it.”

Jacob scowled and stood by the trunk waiting to help too.

“Go on in, Isabelle. We’ll handle the bags.”

She stood paralyzed for a moment, torn between duty to her father and being obedient to her Dom. A squeal from one of the girls sent her sprinting toward the house while she heard Garrett and Jacob arguing over who was grabbing which bags. Her father was going to make this trip difficult.

“This place is insane,” Catarina said. There’s a pool table down here and a pool in the backyard. And a hot tub. There’s a hot tub. Can we get in?”

Isabelle laughed. “Calm down. How about we see where we’re all sleeping first and then we can make hot tub plans?”

Garrett and her father came in, each loaded down with bags. Uncle Henry followed and gave her a shrug. He was carrying a lone backpack. Was this some sort of weird pissing match? She would never understand why men did things like that.

Garrett dropped the bags in the large entry area and winked at her as he took a bag her dad was about to drop.

“Henry, you can take the suite downstairs. There are three more upstairs. Isabelle, we’ll stay in the pool house.”

“There’s a pool house?”

He nodded as the rest of her family scattered with their luggage to find their rooms. “Did you really think I was going to fuck you in a house full of your family?” he murmured in a low tone for her ears only.

Her face turned bright red as he pecked her cheek and went in the direction of Henry’s room to drop off a bag he forgot. She lifted her own suitcase and went in search of the pool house. It turned out to be a luxury apartment to the left of the pool that was almost bigger than her three-bedroom apartment in Colorado.

“I can’t believe you went this far over the top,” she muttered to the empty space.

“I’m sorry I don’t see any of this as over the top,” he said from the door behind her. She whirled at the sound of his voice.

“I didn’t hear you come in.”

He gave her a half smile. “You OK? I didn’t mean to upset you with any of this. I just want you all to have a nice vacation.”

“It will be nice for dad and the girls and Uncle Henry.”

“I want it to be nice for you, Isabelle. You’re the one I care most about.”

She sighed. “I’ll have a good time. Sorry I’m uptight.”

“How about we finish that nap you started on the plane? The house is fully stocked with food and the beach thing isn’t until later, right?”

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