Half Moon Bay Heaven
"Luxury resort concierge Angelica fulfills every guest's wish at Half Moon Bay, but when mysterious regular guest Damien asks only for her company, she discovers his wish—and hers—is the same: love."
Damien asked for nothing. No tours. No reservations. No requests.
Just conversations with Angelica.
"Yuh strange guest," she observed.
"I have everything money can buy. I'm looking for what it can't."
"And yuh think yuh find it here?"
"I think I found it the moment you greeted me."
He returned every month. Same suite. Same request: time with her.
"This against policy," she warned.
"I'm not paying for your company. I'm hoping to earn it."
"Earn it how?"
"By showing you I see more than a concierge. I see a woman who deserves to be seen."
Being seen was terrifying. But she let him.
"Mi life isn't glamorous," she confessed.
"Glamour is overrated." He touched her face. "Authenticity isn't."
"Yuh really not want anything else?"
"I want everything. But only what you freely give."
She gave freely. In his suite, away from work, her thick body finally released from professionalism.
"Yes! Damien! Right there!"
Luxury meant nothing. This meant everything.
"Don't stop! This is what mi needed!"
His visits became her calendar. Then his proposal changed everything.
"Move in with me. Anywhere you want."
"What about mi job?"
"Do it wherever makes you happy. Or don't. Just be with me."
Half Moon Bay lost a concierge.
Damien gained everything.
"Yuh my heaven," she says.
"You're mine."
Wish fulfilled.
For both of them.
Forever.