The Billionaire I Married by Mistake

24. HONEY

I packed everything I could possibly need—my sundresses, bikinis, sunblock… everything essential for the trip. After a chaotic week, I was finally going on vacation.

Thank heavens!

Just thinking about the crystal-clear waters, the powdery white sand, and the warm sun had me grinning like a child. After everything that had happened these past few weeks, I felt like I finally deserved this break. Life had been a roller coaster, and now, I was finally getting off—just for a little while.

I couldn’t help imagining all the things I’d do once we arrived in the Maldives. It would be my first time there, and I was determined to enjoy every moment of it.

Dragging two large suitcases behind me, I stepped out of my room. I would’ve brought a third one, but let’s be real—there was no way my small frame could manage all that. When I reached the stairs, I carefully began to carry the first luggage down, one step at a time. It was painfully heavy and I had to pause and catch my breath. But just as I grabbed the second, something shifted—it suddenly felt lighter.

That’s when I caught the familiar scent of his perume.

Javier.

Without a word, he had taken the second suitcase from me and was now carrying it downstairs himself. I followed behind him, trying not to smile too much.

“Where are you going? And why did you pack your entire closet?” he asked as we reached the bottom of the stairs. He set my suitcase down beside the first one and turned to face me—and I couldn’t help but stare.

He looked effortlessly handsome in a crisp white polo shirt, khaki pants, leather shoes, and a Patek Philippe watch with a brown leather strap. His hair was neatly slicked back, and honestly? I’d be lying if I said he didn’t look ridiculously good.

I cleared my throat and rolled my eyes, trying to act unfazed as I grabbed my suitcases. My gaze drifted to the single, medium-sized luggage he had brought.

“Why? We’re going on a week-long vacation in the Maldives. Everything I need is in here,” I said defensively.

He raised a brow, amusement flickering in his eyes. He glanced once more at my oversized luggage, then smirked.

“Are you moving there?” he teased.

I groaned and rolled my eyes again. “Hilarious,” I muttered, sticking my tongue out at him before turning away. I heard him chuckle behind me as I pulled my suitcases toward the penthouse door.

“Suit yourself. You’re the one who’ll be carrying all that,” he said.

Wow. So ungentlemanly. I wanted to say it out loud, but I bit my tongue.

I pressed the elevator button. Moments later, I heard him dragging his own suitcase and stepping up beside me. We rode down in silence, heading to the basement parking. I was just about to haul my luggage toward his car when he suddenly stopped me. Without a word, he handed me his suitcase and took mine instead.

I gasped in surprise.

I opened my mouth to protest—“I can carry my own things”—but he was already walking ahead, lugging both of mine like it was nothing.

I had no choice but to follow.

We woke up and left early, hoping to avoid traffic. Javier’s parents even called us on the way, reminding us—of all things—that this was supposed to be our honeymoon.

Sure. Technically, yes. But I was going to treat it like a vacation. Nothing more.

When we got to the airport, Javier took care of my luggage again. After checking in, we headed straight to the VIP lounge. With an hour to kill before our flight, we grabbed some snacks. I sipped my coffee while Javier opted for tea. He sat across from me, absorbed in his laptop, fingers flying across the keyboard.

I let out a long sigh, watching him.

Even now, he was working?

Did this man even know the meaning of the word relax?