Chapter Fifty-Four

Entering his luxurious living room with Stella, Peter couldn't help but smile, feeling blessed to have her in his home. The room was elegantly furnished with a plush white couch trimmed in gold, facing a sleek glass coffee table. A stunning chandelier hung from the ceiling, enveloping the space in a warm glow, while richly textured rugs softened the gleaming marble floor. Art pieces lined the walls, enhancing the room's sparkling beauty.

Stella's eyes sparkled with wonder as she took in her surroundings. This was her first visit to Mark Villa, and everything felt like a scene out of a fairy tale. She was thrilled by how seamlessly the robots and humans worked together, each performing their tasks with grace and precision. Two sleek humanoid robots, polished to perfection, glided towards her.

'Welcome, Miss Stella,' one of them said in a soft, melodic voice, bowing slightly. The other handed her a fresh orchid, its bright petals mirroring the delight in her wide-eyed expression.

Stella couldn't hide her excitement. 'Peter, this is incredible,' she whispered, clutching the flower as her gaze wandered around the living room.

Peter smiled warmly at Stella, his eyes filled with affection as he observed her genuine awe. He took a moment to appreciate the beauty of the scene—the way she lit up the room with her enthusiasm and the way the space seemed to come alive in her presence.

'I'm glad you like it,' he said, his voice soft but filled with pride. 'I wanted everything to be perfect for you tonight. Mark Villa might be impressive, but it's nothing compared to the way you light it up.'

Peter removed his suit jacket, handing it off to a robot nearby, before approaching his minibar, a beautifully crafted piece with intricate woodwork and glass shelves showcasing an impressive selection of wines from prestigious brands. Among the collection were bottles from renowned labels such as Château Lafite Rothschild, Dom Pérignon, and high-end Amarone wines, including those from famed producers like Dal Forno Romano and Giuseppe Quintarelli, arranged alongside his preferred crystal decanter of palm wine, a personal favourite.

Earlier, he had instructed the chief butler to change the bed sheets and fill the bedroom with fresh flowers, creating a romantic atmosphere. As they both sat on the barstools, Stella's beautiful hair, bright smile, and sparkling dark eyes glowed in the warm light, amplifying the charm of the setting.

Stella giggled as she took her first sip. 'I've always wondered what it would be like to taste palm wine in your bedroom,' she said. 'I don't need to wonder anymore because I'll experience it myself tonight.'

Peter smiled. 'We can always enjoy it in my bedroom for as long as you want.'

'Have you ever brought any woman into your bedroom?' she asked, enjoying the wine and its effect on her. She moved her chair closer to Peter and took his hands in hers.

'No, I haven't,' he replied, shaking his head ruefully. 'Because, aside from you, no woman is worthy of entering my bedroom.'

Stella slipped off her chair, knelt in front of him, and leaned her arms on his lap. 'It's nice that we're both still virgins. We can experience it together and plan our future from now on.'

Peter's heart swelled with happiness at her words. Joy and excitement bubbled up inside him, like the palm wine. At this moment, he felt as though he was stepping out of a long, dark tunnel into bright sunshine, with a road stretching before him that once seemed unreachable.

Her eyes glowed like fireflies, her soft lips waiting for him. He had kissed her before, but tonight felt different as he leaned down to kiss her.

'Let's get into bed,' Stella whispered a few minutes later. She stood up and took both his hands, urging him off the stool. Her lips were swollen from kissing, her hair tousled. Then, turning to one of the nearby servants, she asked gently, 'Could you please put this orchid in a vase for me?' as she handed the delicate flower to the servant.

Peter wanted to pick her up in his arms and carry her to his lavish bed, but Stella slipped her arms around his waist, and he led her to his luxurious bedroom. He sat down on the bed, letting her take the lead. Stella smiled, sitting beside him as she kissed him again, gently pushing him onto his back.

Peter's luxurious bedroom transformed into the ultimate romantic haven, thanks to his chief butler's efforts. Though time was short, the butler did his best to make the room mesmerising and romantic, enhancing every element with the help of some of the robots and human staff.

Soft candlelight glowed from elegant holders around the room, casting a warm, intimate light that softened every corner. A gentle scent of jasmine filled the air, adding an enticing allure to the atmosphere. The bed was meticulously adorned with red and white rose petals, arranged in heart shapes across the plush duvet. Behind the bed, delicate white drapes fell softly, adding a dreamy, ethereal touch to the setting.

The high-end coffee table was set with a silver tray holding a glass decanter of palm wine and two crystal flutes, along with a small plate of chocolate-covered strawberries, ready for a midnight treat. On the wall near his bed hung a large poster of Stella, wearing a beautiful pink gown with sneakers, her hair tied in neat ponytails, and her smile as radiant as the morning sunshine. She was surprised to see it. She had sent him that photo via WhatsApp four years ago, and he had immortalised it. She felt so grateful.

An elegant, white couch was positioned close to the bed, providing a cosy space to relax. Stella's eyes were drawn to a recent photo of the two of them displayed near the door, a beautiful moment from their recent executive meeting.

As Stella took in the beauty around her, she was overwhelmed with gratitude for Peter's thoughtful gesture, feeling that the room wasn't just luxurious but now a space filled with the warmth of his love.

Peter truly cherished her more than anything in the world. Stella felt sorry for having withheld her love from Peter for so long, and for hating him because he'd hidden his identity as a CEO. She was grateful for this chance to make it up to him and vowed never to give him a reason to feel sad or rejected again. She would cherish and love him as long as she lived.

'I love you, Peter Mark,' she said sweetly. 'I know you're happy and surprised by all of this, but I can't wait any longer. I'm ready.' Stella knelt on the bed beside him and slowly began to undress him. She took off his shirt, running her fingertips across the smooth skin of his chest, kissing his shoulders, arms, and abdomen with such tenderness that he felt he was on cloud nine.

She slowly removed his shoes and trousers, leaving him in just his boxers. He looked at her, eager to see her reaction, and saw love in her eyes.

'You have the most stunning body I've ever seen,' she murmured, her fingers tracing his lips before gently pulling them into her mouth. 'Peter, there are no secrets between us now.'

Peter looked into her eyes, noticing tears welling up. Her face was serene, her eyes soft with love as she caressed his body, gazing at him with adoration.

'How can you do this to your boss?' Peter teased, pulling her down to him. Overcome with emotion, he kissed her gently. 'You're an angel,' he whispered. 'I love you so much.'

She climbed off him, starting to undress herself, but Peter stepped forward and began helping her. Her dress slipped to the floor, leaving her in her sexy stockings, which he gently pulled off. He kissed her body, igniting a desire in her that made her yearn for him to remove her stockings and undress her fully. But Peter was gentle; he wanted to cherish every moment with his beloved, treating her with tender care. Finally, he slid off her stockings, leaving only her lacy bra and matching panties.

Looking up, Peter realised that she was as shy about revealing herself as he was.

'I've never seen anything so perfect,' he murmured, sliding his hands around her to unhook her bra. Her breasts were small and uplifted, her skin smooth as beach pebbles, radiant as pearls. He gently carried her to his bed.

For Stella, this was the best, most thrilling moment of her life as she nestled into Peter's warm embrace. She hadn't anticipated being the one to take the lead, but after hearing his story from Chinedu, her love had deepened. She didn't care what the world thought; all she wanted was to be with him and give herself fully. His sexy body was perfect in every way. She wanted to see him without clothes, just to admire his beautiful form.

Just as the romance between Peter and Stella reached its peak, the voice of Chijioke filled the room, cutting through the intimacy.

'Peter, I hope you're ready for the moment of your life because I've been counting down for you. Stella, don't worry, I've made sure all the lights are dimmed… no chance of ruining the mood,' Chijioke's teasing tone echoed through the speakers. 'Oh, and by the way, Peter, you should know, I've double-checked the rose petals… no fake ones tonight. We don't want any embarrassing moments, do we?'

Stella burst into laughter, her cheeks flushed. 'Chijioke, you're unbelievable!' she exclaimed, her voice filled with both surprise and amusement.

Peter groaned and playfully shook his head. 'You just had to ruin the mood, didn't you, Chijioke?' he muttered under his breath, though there was no hiding his smile.

'Hey, someone has to keep things real around here,' Chijioke responded, a mischievous undertone in its voice. 'And besides, you've been waiting for this, Peter. Don't make me remind you of all those times you asked me for tips. I'm making sure you're both getting the full experience.'

Stella couldn't stop laughing now. 'You seriously need to get a life, Chijioke.'

Peter smiled, his heart light with joy. 'Chijioke's right, though. I've been waiting for this moment for so long, but I think I might just enjoy teasing it out a little longer.' He turned to Stella, his gaze full of affection. 'Just ignore the annoying AI, Ella.'

'Yeah, let's just pretend Chijioke doesn't exist here,' she said, wiping away a tear from laughing so hard.

Peter pulled her closer, his fingers gently caressing her as she melted into his touch. In that moment, it was just the two of them—nothing else mattered. The teasing from Chijioke couldn't dampen the perfect intimacy they were building.

Her love and adoration grew as he caressed her, his fingers sending tingling sensations through her, his kisses taking her to a new level of ecstasy. He moved down, kissing her breasts, and her body seemed to melt against his. Yet, what thrilled her most were the loving words he murmured, how perfect her body was, the softness of her skin, and how much he desired her.

Their underwear seemed to vanish as if by magic. He gently stroked her, and she gasped, her touch causing him to shudder with pleasure. There was no rush, only perfect intimacy building into spiraling ecstasy.

It was a feast of pleasure. Every inch of her body responded to his touch, each kiss more intense than the last. Stella kissed him too, his back, his stomach, his inner thighs, her lips exploring every part of him. She cried out, her body arching as she neared her peak, until finally, she felt a warmth blossom from deep within. Pulling him closer, she whispered for him to be hers.

Afterward, she lay in the afterglow, surprised it hadn't hurt. At that moment, nothing mattered except feeling him close. Tears of joy streamed down her cheeks as she clung to him, feeling fulfilled and complete.

In the morning, Stella woke to sunlight on her face and found Peter gazing at her with warmth.

'So, my queen has finally awoken,' he teased. 'You were sleeping so soundly that I couldn't bear to wake you.'

'It must be the palm wine,' she laughed. They'd finished the decanter after their first round of lovemaking and started all over again.

'And here I was, thinking it was my lovemaking that wore you out,' he chuckled. 'Hope you haven't forgotten our first night together.'

Stella laughed and nestled closer. 'I remember every detail,' she said. 'Even when I'm old, I'll remember it.' She rose, stretching. 'But I should get ready for work.'

'No, rest today,' he said, standing up beside her.

'Peter, we're going to be married soon. I can't skip work every time we… you know,' she laughed. 'Besides, you have a meeting with the Italian client at ten.'

Peter smiled, sweeping her into his arms. 'All right, let's get ready together.'

Then, Peter carried Stella in his arms to his luxurious bathroom, holding her close as he stepped onto the warm, polished marble floor. The space was softly lit by golden wall lights, casting a calm, romantic glow.

In the centre of the bathroom was a spacious marble bathtub, perfect for two. Soft candlelight flickered around the room, filling the air with gentle vanilla and lavender scents, while rose petals floated on the surface of the warm water, making the moment feel magical.

Peter gently lowered Stella into the tub and joined her, letting the warmth surround them. He washed her tenderly, his hands moving gently over her skin, creating an intimate connection. Steam rose around them, wrapping them in a cosy warmth, as they laughed and shared soft whispers, drawn closer in this special moment.

After making love in the water, they sat together, relaxed and content. Morning light began to stream through the frosted window, casting soft reflections around the room, filling their hearts with peace. Then, Peter carried her out of the tub, gently drying her with a white towel. As he did, he felt a surge of desire, which he tried to control. He leaned down, gently sucking her breast, savouring her as though she were a rare delicacy. Stella caressed him, urging him on, and soon they found themselves drawn into another intense moment of passion.

Afterward, they bathed again, and Peter carried Stella to his room to dress her for the day. He slid a white lace panty on her, followed by her bra, stockings, and a white flowing gown, all freshly prepared. Then, Stella dressed him in his high-end Versace navy suit, matching tie, and shoes. They shared another beautiful kiss before heading to the lavish dining room to enjoy a high-end breakfast spread.

After breakfast, Peter picked a sleek white Rolls-Royce from his garage and drove them both to Mars Corporation.

Reaching Mars Corporation, Peter parked the car right at the entrance of the building, instead of his private parking. This he did to draw attention, and employees that caught sight of them all looked in awe, as they two of them stepped out of the car holding hands.