Hellish Obsession - Chapter 21：Superyacht

“Yacht?” Within reach, spotting the yacht at the face, Ave’s eyes seemed to pop out of their place soon. She was shell surprised and as a result, her mouth was dropped open.

The yacht stood tall, blossomed right there on the ocean, blazed in compliment to the sky and waves. Her strengthened hull had been designed to withstand icy waters but was coated in a bronzed layer of paint. The theme of fire was reportedly a particularly important aspect that reflected in the golden shades of the hull.

Xavier had a blank face, taking sips of large size iced coffee through a straw. He would always choose refreshment over enjoyment. He’d this kind of habits and he’d wondered what was there in a yacht for a Princess to be surprised about. It was only normal for Ethy to be surprised and touched by her fiance’s fine present.

And, she was. Ethy had her palm coated her mouth. Shock registered on her face so delicately. “Sam, are you serious? Dream?” She forced her tears back. Dream yacht was one of the most beautiful and expensive yachts in the damn world.

Sam smiled as he slid his arm around hers. “Dream. That’s what you were to me. And it comes true.” She told him about this yacht a lot of times. How could he forget that it’s her favourite one? From the day, he heard of it, he had been planning to surprise her with something like this.

Peter almost dozed off by the sweetness of this couple. Literally, they were the reason he disliked sweets these days. Yawning his snooze away, he looked at Ave and something hit like a bang on his head. “It’s the sea.” How could he forget this!

Harriet stifled her irritation and adopted a reasonable sardonic tone. “Oh? Really, Mr Flop Star? I didn’t know until you said so. Now I know, it’s the sea.”

“I am not talking with you, Ms Stinky Pinky.” The sense of sarcasm had infuriated Peter but he managed to ignore and snapped at his best friend. “Ave, there is water and that means danger. For you.”

Ave’s pitiful gaze flew to Peter. “I am not swimming to Terra, Peter.”

“That makes no difference. You can’t travel through water vehicles either.” He let out, sounded alarmed.

Ave didn’t see this coming. She really thought Sam was too piker to hire a yacht over planes and arrange all these schemes. “I like water vehicles.” She defended her willingness.

“The queen won’t listen to such explanation. She told me to take care of you. And if anything goes wrong, I will be dead.” Peter said as he shot Ethy a look of entreaty. She had to make her understand.

But to his astonishment, she, instead, sapped on his arm like she always does in fury. “You ain’t gonna tell anyone anything about this yacht.”

“You are not serious.”

Sam shook his head. “She is dead serious. Now, stop nagging and let’s go inside.” He had to drag Peter inside the yacht whilst Ethy and Ave relished each and every surface to the staircase.

The interior had been helmed by German studio Focus Yacht Design. They were an exercise in understated elegance and subtlety, with an overarching warmth and welcoming ambience. Everything was so decorative, clean and astonishing.

“Where is my bro and Harriet by the way?” He took a halt to scan the area but not finding Xavier, he puzzled.

“They left to their cabins already.” Ave acknowledged. She saw Mr Gay plodding upstairs, of course, he was bored here by their unreasonable clatter. Harriet just fast followed him.

Sam pursed his lips. “He must be tired. By the way, babe, come with me.” He said as he gripped onto Ethy’s hand and ran past Peter with her to the second floor.

Few steps behind, Peter sighed and glanced at Ave. “Are you sure, Ave?”

Ave nodded. “Believe me.”

She smiled at his troubled face when he grabbed his luggage and stepped upright to the stairs, throwing out words such as ‘Hardhead’ ‘Immature’ ‘Dumbo’ etc.

However, it felt like a dream indeed. A dream in the ‘Dream Yacht’.

Sometimes, drifting into dreams for a while isn’t bad at all. At least, she could be the judge herself for that certain period. She didn’t want to care if it made her sound like dumb. “Isn’t it only good to be dumb sometimes?” A chill ran through her veins as she spread her arms and then wrapped herself with them.

“You should know that you are the dumbest.”