What would you do if you won the lottery?
Cruise the French Riviera on a yacht filled with nubile and eager models? Check.
Throw lavish parties and revel in the attention showered upon you? Check.
Perhaps even give lavishly to charities like you always? Check.
What if it wasn't enough?
Inconceivable is the steamy tale of a man who overnight is granted the ability to buy anything, except for the one thing he desires, and his exciting and dangerous adventures on his quest for the thing which all men seek, but few ever find.
Author's Note:
This is a full novel which I've split into four easily consumable sections.
Fair warning, this section of the novel delves into some areas some readers may find offensive. Trigger warning for on page violence which is at times politically motivated.
All characters are over eighteen. Enjoy!
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Chapter Fourteen
Despite our mutual desire to leave immediately, it was several hours before we actually left. Anissa and I were both busy during that time. She focused on our accommodations while I secured transportation. I found a Range Rover which seemed ideal, both for the terrain and for carrying the dogs. As we headed west, into the mountains, we could see the sun starting to set and I knew we'd be lucky to arrive before dark.
Melody said, "My only regret about leaving so quickly is I didn't have time to unpack. I grabbed clothes for a few days but that leaves out several things I really wish I had for this type of adventure."
I said, "Like what?"
"If I told you, it would ruin the effect."
"Perhaps Anissa could be of service. I know she's making some kind of arrangements for food to be delivered."
She smiled and said, "You don't think she'd mind?"
"You just spent the last day with her. What do you think?"
"Ok, let's give it a shot. But you might have to plug your ears for a bit."
I called Anissa and said, "My lovely companion has pointed out that it is quite a bit colder here than where we were a few days ago and it occurs to me that we might require warmer clothing. Do you think you could arrange for us to have something to change into, and whatever else we might should have packed, but didn't?"
"Of course," Anissa said, the sound of her fingers tapping away at her laptop in the background.
I continued, "And Melody also wants some other items which she refuses to discuss with me. Do you think you could assist her with that?"
She said, "Of course. I will text her shortly and we can discuss things discretely."
Melody said, "Perfect. Thank you, Anissa."
Anissa said, "Glad to be of service," and hung up.
I got the impression the two of them exchanged a long series of texts, which I was thrilled with. I settled in for a beautiful drive into the sunset amongst the northernmost reaches of the Appalachian Mountains.
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When we arrived at the cabin, I saw that it would more accurately be called a chalet. It sat alone atop a modest mountain. The road which led to it was quite rough and would have been impassible for a standard road car. Melody giggled as the SUV jostled around while it crawled its way to our destination. We found another SUV at the house when we arrived. When we entered, we found a chef bustling around the kitchen. He proposed a five-course menu which included: a cheese platter; seared scallops with risotto; a soup I had never heard of; filet mignon with asparagus; and cheesecake. Melody excitedly agreed and the chef said service would begin in an hour.
The chalet was a charming mix of rustic and luxurious. It included: a home theater; an outdoor hot tub; a huge tub inside the master bedroom; a deck with a fireplace; and ten-meter-high windows in the living room which looked over a view which stretched to the horizon. In the master bedroom we found two matching suitcases, one for each of us. Melody peeked in hers, and the exclaimed briefly before snapping the lid shut.
I said, "What is it?"
She said, "You'll see."
We spent the wait until dinner was ready sitting on the deck, enjoying the view next to the fire with a glass of wine the chef had recommended. We held hands as we enjoyed the view in silence. As the sun went down, Melody cuddled up to me for warmth. I wrapped my arm around her and kissed the top of her head.
Dinner was, by a comfortable margin, the best meal I had ever eaten. The chef served us in the dining room overlooking the valley below. Each course was perfectly sized so that at the end of the meal we felt satiated but not stuffed. As we finished the dessert, he asked what type of after-dinner cocktail we would like. Melody asked for a White Russian, and I asked for an Old Fashioned. He delivered our cocktails shortly afterward and showed us where he had laid out the ingredients to make more of each on the bar. He then said good night and left.
Melody said, "How about we grab a blanket and go out and sit by the fire?"
I quickly got to work building the fire back up. Melody came out a few moments later wrapped in a large comforter. She sat down in the couch which faced the fire and nodded to the spot next to her when I had the fire roaring. When she opened the blanket so I could sit next to her, I saw she was wearing a sheer lavender nightie which was at once demur and tantalizing. I grinned widely as I snuggled up next to her and she wrapped the blanket around me.
