Vladimir pondered his options as he listened to the sweet, plaintive sounds of his wife's whining⎯making him seriously consider taking a little break. He didn't want anything loud or full of drunken chaos. An island getaway sounded like just the thing. It was a good way to make up for treating his sweetheart so poorly.

All morning, he grinned slyly, like a fox with a secret. He watched with satisfaction as she stepped into the luxurious private jet, sinking into the soft, inviting seats. He had managed to persuade her that she'd enjoy the surprise. And, truth be told, he hadn't deceived her. It was exactly as he had promised.

This lovely place tucks away in the warm waters of the Hawaiian Islands⎯a small, luxurious haven. It's not that he's spoiled or showing off; he once made do with a shabby sofa, God willing. He just wants to please his beloved woman⎯nothing more.

On one side, panoramic windows provide a wide view of the ocean, where the deep blue hues of the water blend smoothly with the distant sky. On the other side, there are carefully tended gardens and a terrace, and a gentle breeze whispers through the palm trees, carrying the sweet scent of tropical flowers that bloom abundantly around the cottage.

A king-size bed with crisp linens, elegant simplicity, freshly brewed coffee, cool, crystal-clear water, fruity cocktails, and a personal chef⎯it's definitely the perfect place to relax, with the warm embrace of the sun and the soothing sound of waves.

Ah, she still finds it tough to get used to featherbed. But he doesn't mind, and he finally warms up when he spends time with his wife away from the mayhem.

“Do you like it?” the man's voice purrs to a gentle whisper, as smooth as flowing honey. With a tender embrace, he pulls her close, feeling the moist warmth of her shoulder against his cheek. “Ask for anything, and it's yours. Just don't let me see that sad face, milaya. It's too much to bear,” he murmurs softly into her skin, his fingers tracing soothing circles over her trembling tummy.