Falling In Love With The Billionaire Twins

“Oh my gosh, I can’t believe how far it flies away and still manages to make it back,” Sierra exclaimed as she watched the boomerang sail far into the sky and then make an arch and return to the man throwing it. “Can I try?”

“Of course,” he said as he offered her the small piece of wood.

Sierra threw it as hard as she could, watching it soar a short distance before making an arch. Several people ducked as it almost collided with them on its return trip.

“It takes time to master the right technique in throwing it,” the man told her with a smile. Sierra threw the boomerang several more times, not even coming close to the elegance with which the guide portrayed.

She then listened to stories of the Aboriginal people, and how they’d settled the land. She was fascinated by the history of the beautiful island, wishing they could stay in the remote village for days, or even weeks, instead of only one short afternoon.

“We have to go. I have a surprise,” Damien said when she missed her target for the hundredth time.

“Just once more?” she pleaded.

“Okay,” he conceded.

She threw it, straining on her tiptoes as it made its arch back toward the can she had sitting out. When the boomerang hit the can, she stood stunned before suddenly jumping in the air and clapping her hands with energetic accomplishment.

“I did it!” she cried as she hugged the guide and then Damien. She was amazed at how proud she was at finally hitting her target.

“Great job,” Damien said with humor in his tone. She tried to settle down, realizing she wasn’t acting in the least like an adult. She didn’t care – what she’d just done was difficult to do and she was reveling in her victory.

“Come with me,” Damien said as he held out his hand. She took it without question, as she’d been doing over the last several days, and followed him around a corner where several large balloons were filling up the land.

“What’s this?” she asked.

“I’m taking you for a ride,” he replied as he led her over to a hot air balloon. Her eyes widened as she looked at the contraption with suspicion. She wasn’t all that sure she wanted to go high in the air in a giant balloon.

“Are you sure it’s safe?” She knew the tone of her voice implied she didn’t have a lot of confidence in it, but she didn’t care. It wasn’t on her to-do list, to plummet to her death when a bird struck the balloon at their highest point in the air.

“It’s perfectly safe, Sierra. People do this all the time. Quit being a chicken. I’m trying to be romantic here,” he said with an indulgent grin.

Those words did it for her. She could handle her fear of death for a little bit of romance. She did fear her heart would never be the same again after the spur-of-the-moment vacation. It was worth the pain for a week of bliss, though.

They lifted into the air as the sun started fading from the sky, and her breath was taken by the beauty of it all. It was such a contrast, the brilliant colors arcing across the sky, while the almost desolate land gleamed below them.This is from NôvelDrama.Org.

“Champagne?” the guide offered. She took the glass without much thought and took a sip. She didn’t really care for the taste, but the bubbles tickled her nose, and she liked the feel of the cool glass in one hand, and Damien’s warm grip in her other.

She took a moment to glance at Damien, leaning against the side of the balloon as he gazed at the glorious sunset. With the setting sun behind him, casting its beautiful colors across his features, he looked mysterious and masculine.

He turned his head and their eyes caught, a sparkle in his, beginning devotion in hers. She fell for him a bit more with each new adventure he took her on. She was fearful of what that meant for her future.

“You look stunning,” Damien said as he moved next to her and took the glass from her shaking fingers.

“I was just thinking the same thing about you,” Sierra replied.

“Mmm, do you care to elaborate?” he asked with a wiggle of his brows.

“Does someone need their ego stroked a bit?”

“My ego, among other things,” he said as he moved his head to nuzzle her throat and his hands rubbed along her lower back, his fingers moving along her spine. Sierra felt the kiss on her neck all the way to her toes.

“Damien, we’re not alone,” she whispered in embarrassment, but couldn’t find the will to push him away.

“He’s busy, not paying the least attention to us. I have to kiss you, or I may not make it back to the ground,” he said before running his lips up her jaw, trailing kisses the entire way before taking her lips in a slow, sweet kiss.

She melted on the spot. The moment was everything she’d ever dreamed of, but never thought she’d get. She wouldn’t survive his week of undivided attention if he decided to go back to the cold business man she’d met the first day, once the week was over.

Damien was still kissing her as they began their descent. Sierra missed the rest of the sunset, missed the ground reaching up to meet them, missed half of the ride, but she didn’t care. Being in Damien’s arms was far better than anything else she could see or do.

The ride ended with them safely on the ground, and Sierra followed Damien to their car. She leaned her head against him in the backseat, glad he’d chosen to have a driver this time. She fell asleep before they reached the hotel.

The next few days flew by in a whirl of activities. Damien took her to Melbourne, and they strolled through the diverse neighborhoods. She was charmed by the nineteenth century architecture, the use of trams, and the beautiful park – she even got to watch the Fairy Penguin Parade. Each night the tiny Fairy Penguins of Phillip Island waddled up from the water, looking like they were on parade. After a hard day of fishing they returned home each night to feed their babies. She was entranced by the entire event.

At a cabin where they stayed, she’d gotten up in the middle of the night and found a couple turtles crawling from the ground and making their way toward the sea. Damien joined her on the porch as she watched in fascination as the tiny creatures scurried along the sand and dove into the water. The wonders of nature appealed to her more than all the expensive excursions.

Her favorite part of the trip was when he took her to his vineyard. It had been stunning, and she’d stood back and watched as his staff greeted him, everyone from the lead manager to the pickers came out to say hello. She strolled with him through the miles of vines as he pointed out different grapes and then gave her a tour of where the fine bottles of expensive alcohol was made.

She sampled a few too many glasses and by the end of that day, she’d become unsteady on her feet. She realized why he was so successful, though – the taste of it was amazing.

They arrived back in Sydney on the sixth day. She was a little sad to be back where she knew he’d soon return to work. He took her on a tour of the world famous opera house, and to an exquisite five-star restaurant, but she felt the change in him as soon as they landed in Sydney.

He was still a gentleman, opening doors for her, making love to her each night, and giving her his attention, but he stopped holding her hand, stopped caressing the small of her back, and started pulling away.

Her vacation was amazing, but she felt her heart expanding, her emotions getting too involved. She decided she needed some time away from him so she could think. Sierra had to figure out what exactly she was doing with him, with her father, with the rest of her life.

It was time to visit Bree. She knew Damien would be mad, and that was the last thing she wanted to evoke in him, especially after all his generosity, but she had to do something for herself. Sorting out her feelings and life plans was impossible to do with Damien around. He was just such a distraction. She needed this, and it was her turn to take care of herself and do what was best for her.