Drago’s boat pulled into the dock at their hotel. Madchen squealed with delight when she saw the little white cottages lined up on the shore . White sand and blue-green water were everywhere she looked.
She opted to leave Thor with Nick back on the family island. He and his brothers were taking care of operations while Drago was giving his mate a well-deserved
Madchen fidgeted nervously in her new dress. Drago had certainly thought of everything,she thought to herself. Standing in front of the full length mirror,she watched as the attendants he hired fussed with her satiny coral cocktail dress. Her Fiery hair cascaded down her shoulders in spiraling curls,and her fingernails and toes were painted a matching coral as well.
Everyone clapped as the two of them stood there, in a warm embrace. Soon, his family disappeared and they were on their way back to their little cottage by the tropical sea.Madchen tensed as Drago picked her up, carrying her bridal style into the cottage.
The morning sun blinded Madchen as she opened her eyes. She sat up in the bed, rubbing them blearily as she gathered her bearings, remembering last night’s escapades.Drago had taken her in the gentlest way;making love to her for half the night. It was a blissful experience, his warm mouth caressing her breasts,his hands roaming her body,the way he stoppe
Madchen still couldn’t believe it, this was her new home! Florida!!!Searching through the jobs on Indeed, she found an ad for a respiratory therapist at The Sacred Heart Hospital in Miami, so she applied, not expecting them to call her.
“I believe it’s going to be a long day, little girl,” He said, as they walked to their unit together.Everyone there who knew her well, called Madchen Little Girl, it was after all the meaning of her German name. Her father had named her, telling her up until the day she died she would always be his “little girl,”
The father was a tall , handsome man, in his mid fifties, with a head of thick black hair, and strikingly sharp features and eyes so dark one could only recognize they were blue hue upon close inspection. Marcu, his son, appeared to be in his early thirties. Although not as tall as his father, or muscular, he was still handsome nonetheless, with his ashe blonde hair that flipped when he shook it and dark grey eyes. His features somewhat resembled his father’s, with his high cheekbones and sharp chin.Both were friendly and respectful to the therapists, pending they offered the same in return,but woe be unto he that pissed them off.
Madchen shook her long red tresses as she entered the department workroom.Somehow, her dark red hair always had a golden sheen to it, a natural highlight she was born with,along with her striking blue green eyes.Her German-irish heritage shown through with her hair,yet she kept a surprisingly golden skin tone.
After a hard day’s work, Madchen, Nick and Kimber headed to their favorite bar, close to the beach. The sunset was beautiful as usual. They sipped on their beers as they watched it disappear into the water’s silver hues, while playing a friendly game of pool. The winner always played the next opponent.