The Accidental Honeymoon (13 page)

“Newlywed Billionaire Ryan Wilde To Build National Hospital On Island Nation of Palau
,” reads the headlines across the business wires.

The government of Palau announced that Emperor CEO Ryan Wilde has pledged over $350 million dollars to build a new national hospital on the tiny island nation. Mr. Wilde has been on a two-week honeymoon with his new wife Karin when they arrived on the island nation aboard the billionaire’s 450 mega yacht ‘The Octavian.’ The newlywed’s island hopping honeymoon was interrupted when the 36-year old CEO was taken to the island’s only hospital after sustaining a scary leg injury while surfing the island’s twenty foot waves.

The current Palau National Hospital has sat half-renovated after a devastating Super-Typhoon Nida nearly destroyed the entire facility in 2005. The new 200-bed hospital will be built to withstand super-typhoon level winds and feature state-of-the-art medical equipment. The new Palau National Hospital will be constructed at a cost of $175 million dollars with an additional $175 million dollars to be held in a trust to fund ongoing operations and recruit top-level medical staff.

Mr. Wilde was inspired to fund the new hospital after his emergency room visit at the current half-renovated facility. After hearing of the challenges being faced by the overwhelmed staff at the hospital, Mr. Wilde immediately pledged to build the “finest medical facility in the South Pacific.”

“It is truly a blessing and a testament to the couple’s generosity. They shall be considered a brother and sister to every Palauan from this day forward,” Palau President Tommy Remengesau said in a statement. The Emperor CEO and his wife were bestowed the “Friend of the Palau People Award” at a ceremony at the Presidential Palace followed by a traditional Palau feast. Mr. and Mrs. Wilde will also have the emergency facility named in their honor. The newlywed couple is expected back in Palo Alto, California in five days where Mr. Wilde continues to work on the massive Emperor-IBS merger.

“Fuck him!” Tor Janz yells as he tosses his laptop across his office. “Get Rick in here!” the blogging boss yells at his secretary. Less than a minute later, the haggard editor of “The Barbarian Blog” Rick Graves rushes into his boss’ office.

“Did you read this bullshit about Ryan building a hospital on some island in the Pacific?”

“Yeah. It’s big news.”

“I want to push that damn feel-good story off of the front page. What have our overseas hackers gotten for us?”

“They are still trying to break into The North Face computer systems.”

“I gave you this assignment seven days ago!”

“I know. It’s harder than they thought. The company has some serious cyber-security countermeasures in their system.”

“Thirteen-year old kids can break into the Pentagon computers and we can’t find one idiot to break into a fucking clothing store website?!”

Rick just closes his eyes. He doesn’t have an excuse.

“Rick. Open your eyes and look at me.”

Rick opens his eyes.

“Ryan and his wife are going to be back in Palo Alto in five days. If I don’t have something in that time, I am going to step on your head and dig my heel into your eyeballs. Do you understand me?!”

“Yes, Tor.”

“Well, don’t just stand there like a slack-jawed half-wit. Get out of my office and get to work!”

****

Karin has no idea what to expect next.
The Octavian
has docked in Maui. Ryan escorts her from the mega yacht. “So, the plane will be taking us back to Palo Alto tomorrow,” Ryan tells his new wife.

“Wow. So we’ll get to spend a night in Maui. That’s great.”

“Yeah, I thought it would be nice to stay at my place.”

“You have a place here as well?!”

“Uh huh. Though I don’t see it as much,” Ryan comments as he continues to walk with a little bit of a limp. The couple is greeted by a helicopter. Karin helps her husband aboard the craft. They strap in and look out of the window as the chopper lifts them up into the sky. Karin just shakes her head at the whirlwind lifestyle of her new husband. Every day it’s a new surprise for her. The copter takes them along the coast up towards Kahului.

“This is incredible,” Karin comments.

“Yep. I’m trying my best to enjoy this. Because after today, it’s back to work.”

The copter hovers over a large estate and slowly descends onto a helipad. Karin sees one large one story home near the beach and seemingly nothing else. “Is all this yours?”

“Eight acres right on the water. It’s my little private getaway.”

The helicopter lands on the estate’s helipad. The couple exits and finds a housing staff of about six people waiting for them.

“Aloha Mr. and Mrs. Ryan,” the head of the housekeeping staff tells the couple.

“Aloha!” Ryan responds. Karin is a little self-conscious. She nervously responds with an “Aloha,” herself. Being that this is her first time in Hawaii, and the first she has ever addressed someone with the salutation, “Aloha,” the young wife feels very much out of her element.

The couple enters the sprawling one story home. The space is casual with nearly 360-degree views of the ocean and the lush countryside. The home makes the occupants feel as much outside as they do inside. The housekeeping staff has arranged fresh native flowers as well as bowls of fresh pineapple and coconut slices for the newlywed couple.

Karin walks around in a daze. She just stares at the amazing views and listens to the waves crashing less than one hundred feet from the house. Out of every place Ryan calls home, this is her favorite. Ryan notices the look on her face. He gets off on her appreciation for the oceanfront home.

“I take it you like the place.”

“I could really stay here forever.”

“You’re not even seeing the best part!” Ryan tells her. The young CEO escorts his new wife out of the glass double doors. They walk out through the bamboo patio and place their shoes on the sand. Ryan removes his sneakers. “Feel the sand between your toes!” Ryan tells Karin.

The young woman doesn’t need to be asked twice. She immediately takes off her shoes. She places her toes into the soft white sand of the private beach. The couple slowly walks out towards the surf.

Karin looks at the sun setting over the Pacific. She feels a warm comfort of home. In fact, she has never felt more at home than she does now. The warm air breezes across her body while the welcoming presence of her new husband and lover makes her feel relaxed and secure.

As the couple is staring at the surf, one of the housekeepers lights candles on the patio area. Ryan turns around and tells the housekeeper, “Tell the staff they can go home for the evening.”

“Yes, Mr. Wilde,” the housekeeper responds as she finishes lighting the last of the candles.

Ryan looks down at his leg, which feels steadier on the soft sand. “This sand is doing wonders for my leg,” Ryan remarks. Karin looks over and notices that her husband is walking with less of a limp.

“Are you feeling better?”

“Actually, I’m feeling 100%. Though I think that leg is going to have a nasty bruise for a while.” Ryan unzips his jeans and pulls them down. He shows off his left leg with a light bruise right above the knee. The young man slowly bends it. He grimaces slightly but is able to walk more normally than he has before.

Ryan takes his jeans and tosses them back on the patio, leaving him dressed in nothing but his shirt and his boxer shorts. For a moment, Karin becomes self-conscious. “I wonder if the neighbors will complain about you walking around in boxer shorts on the beach,” she asks.

“I don’t have any neighbors. This is a private beach. We could naked if we want!” Ryan jokes. The he proceeds to take off his shirt. Karin starts to laugh. Then she quickly removes her jeans. Ryan removes her top, leaving her wearing nothing but her underwear. The young woman stands there topless on the private beach. She has never been this exposed out in the open. However, she is learning to love the freedom.

The couple stare at each other’s bodies. Ryan slowly moves towards his new, young bride. He wraps his arms around her and begins to kiss. Karin can feel her lover’s excitement. The couple begins to pull at each other’s final article of clothing. They leave their clothing on the sand, standing against the sunset naked, hot and horny.

Ryan runs his tongue down to his bride’s supple breasts. He licks and sucks on her flesh. Karin runs her hands through his hair. She takes her turn exploring with a curious and hungry tongue. She works her way from Ryan’s neck to his broad chest. She kisses his stomach and teases his lower regions with her full lips.

The couple quickly retreats to the patio to grab a couple of beach towels. They splay the towels onto the warm sand and take each other to the ground. Ryan pushes the young bride unto her back. He gets on top of Karin and fondles her body. His mouth wanders between her legs. Ryan orally ravages his young bride. Karin’s body begins to spasm as her man whips himself into a frenzy.

Karin pulls on her lover’s hair. She slaps her thighs against the side of his head. She curses her approval at Ryan’s oral skills. The young woman finally has to pull his head away so she doesn’t cum too early. Ryan “punishes” her with a firm tweaking of her nipples. The wild billionaire isn’t about to allow the young bride get away that easily.

Ryan spreads her legs again. This time he takes his fingers and begins to slowly rub her out. Karin bites her lower lip so hard, that she is convinced that she has pierced her own flesh. The louder Karin moans, the faster Ryan’s fingers move. The young stud does not stop until the sun goes down.

The bride sways her head from side to side. Her man turns her over and begins to sink his teeth into her round ass. He playfully teases her flesh with a wet tongue and a violent slap across the buttocks. Karin lifts her ass up into the air begging for more. Her man responds with a hard spanking and a playful pull of her hair.

Ryan gets behind the young bride and slowly enters her body. The couple makes love as the waves of the beach crash closer and closer towards their bodies. Karin can hear the waves getting louder. They compete with her moans of approval. The sex becomes more intense. The waves more violent.

Karin gets on top of her man and begins to ride her stud. The waves creep up on the beach towel as the beach mist sprays across Karin’s back. Ryan reaches for the young bride’s breasts and gives them a nice squeeze. Karin rocks her hips as she feels her insides ready to erupt. The waves invade the couple’s personal space. Wet sand surrounds the beach towel. The crescendo of crashing waves and sexual screams builds as the couple brings each other closer to climax. Ryan digs his fingernails into Karin’s hips. The young bride screams. They cum.

The young woman collapses on top of her man. They embrace as each of them try to catch their breath. A high tide wave slowly washes over them, sending a momentary shock across both of their bodies. The couple looks out at the water, in close embrace listening to each other’s heartbeats.

The couple watch the waves approach their naked bodies. The warm Pacific water soothes their sweaty bodies. Karin rests her head on her husband’s chest. Ryan runs his hands through Karin’s wet hair. No words are spoken. The young billionaire kisses his young bride on her soft shoulder. Karin couldn’t think of a better place to be.

Rick would rather be anywhere else than here. He rushes to his tiny, windowless office and closes the door. He shuts the blinds and sits behind his overstuffed desk. The editor pulls up his laptop and takes a deep breath. Rick really doesn’t want to do this but he has no choice.

When Tor ordered the editors to hack into The North Face computer systems, Rick hired every hacker he knew -- except for the black hat operator he is about to contact now. That’s because the Russian hacker known as “Bad Boris” is expensive - very, stupidly expensive. Bad Boris gets the job done. He always gets the job done. But Rick knows it’s going to cost him.

“I’ve been waiting for you to contact me,” Bar Boris types as soon as Rick instant messages him through an encrypted hackers posting board.

“How did you know I needed you?”

“Because all the hackers have been bitching about ‘The North Face’ project. None of them could get through. They are all fucking amateurs.”

“I know. I should have contacted you.”

“You should have contacted me first!”

“Alright, Bad Boris. How much is this going to cost me?”

“First you have to tell me what you want.”

“Alright, I need all the camera surveillance footage from The North Face store in their Palo Alto location on Stevens Creek Boulevard during the month of April. And I need a record of all transactions during that month. Can you do that?”

“Of course I can.”

“Excellent. How much?”

“100,000 U.S. Dollars.”

“Are you out of your fucking mind?!”

“Goodbye.”

“Wait! Wait! Gimme a minute, here.”

There is no answer on the other side of the chat. Rick begins to sweat. He knows that if Bad Boris goes away, he will be out of luck. He only hopes Tor will simply fire him. He has seen his boss at his worst. The worried editor stares at the blinking cursor on the screen for what seems like an eternity.

“You have exactly sixty seconds,” Bad Boris types.

Rick slams his head on his desk. $100,000. That is essentially his budget for the rest of the year. For the next six months, Rick will be unable to hire freelancers. He will have to make his team of bloggers work every weekend. He will have to work every weekend. He will not be able to see his kid’s baseball games. His wife will have it out for him. Rick looks at his watch. Thirty seconds have passed. Rick begins to consider his other career options. “Start my own blog?” That didn’t work the first five times he tried it. He could try getting a job at a real company in Silicon Valley. No, that would be an impossibility. Once you disappoint Tor, he makes it a point to “freeze out” ex-employees from finding employment in town. Fifteen seconds left. Rick could move out of town. He can’t do that. His wife won’t stand for it. Ten seconds. Nine. Eight. Rick looks at the screen. Five. Four. Three. Two.

“Alright. $100,000. I will send the money within the hour.”

“I will get to work once I receive payment.”

Rick is relieved and sick to his stomach at the same time. Before he can have any second thoughts, he quickly takes the money from his segregated fund and transfers it into an untraceable digital currency known as Bitcoins. The funds are transferred to Bad Boris within minutes.

The editor waits for confirmation from Bad Boris. It doesn’t come right away. Now Rick is in a white hot panic. “Did this guy just fuck me? I just sent $100,000 to some Russian hacker in untraceable funds. What am I thinking?! No. No. Think about this for a minute, Rick. You have worked with Bad Boris several times before. He has always delivered,” Rick tells himself as he gets up from his desk and paces around his jail cell like office. “But you have never sent him $100,000 before. He could just run off with it,” Rick tells himself as he sits down on the floor of his office. He buries his head in his hands. He wants to cry. He can’t. He is a 33-year old man with a wife and a five year old child. He needs to act like a man. Rick gets up from his near fetal position. He walks back to his desk and sits down. Then he stares at his laptop. Onscreen is a simple message from Bad Boris.

“Have received payment. Will get right to work.”

Rick smiles. He cries. He goes home and drinks a half a bottle of Johnnie Walker Black.

****

“I don’t think I’ve ever gone two straight days without any clothes on!” Karin remarks as the couple share a cool pitcher of Ice Tea on the patio.”

“Naked time is the best time,” Ryan remarks as he takes a small cube of ice from his glass. He takes the ice and playfully teases Karin’s right nipple until it gets hard. He leans in and slowly licks and sucks on it. Karin leans back and runs her hands down between his legs. The couple has lost count as to how many times they have had sex in the past forty-eight hours. Just when the couple think they are “sexed-out,” they get started again. It’s as though the four months of sexual tension has boiled over with no end in sight.

A little lick turns into a rabid bout of breast licking, sucking and fondling. Karin returns the favor by stimulating her man with her talented hands and fingers. The couple falls to the ground, taking turns pleasuring each other with their mouths. Karin enjoys the look on Ryan’s face when she deep-throats her man. She loves to push him right to the edge of climax and then quickly bring him back.

“I don’t know how I am going to get back to California!” Ryan remarks as he tries to catch his breath. Karin smiles and runs her tongue all over her man’s strong body. The couple continues to sexually gratify each other until they are too tired to move. By the late evening, they decide to spend their final Maui night on the beach. Ryan and Karin bring their blankets and pillows out onto the sand. They look up at the full moon and spoon as they drift off to sleep.