Part 1

The newly weds entered the hotel, hanging off of each other like any separation would mean certain death. They approached the front desk, and the girl behind it noted their appearances. The bride was tall and slim, her toned figure indicating that she kept up to her workouts. Her eyes were hard to catch, as they refused to leave the gaze of her new husband, but the clerk saw that they were mossy green. The girl's hair was bottle-issue blonde and her skin was porcelain white. Anyone could tell that her smile was made only for the man beside her.

The groom was tall and bulky, his blue suit barely holding in his muscles. His was a rather handsome ginger whose dark eyes held both a stern awareness and a gentle, loving gleam for his beloved. He rubbed his square jaw a bit awkwardly as his wife reached up to his him on the cheek.

"Darling," she muttered. "I'm the happiest woman in the world." The man chuckled.

"As am I," he replied.

"Um…" The clerk didn't know what to say. The couple, at the sound of the girl's voice, finally snapped to attention.

"Oh, hello!" The bride greeted, not at all embarrassed.

"We have a reservation," the groom interjected.

"Under what name?" The clerk brought up the hotel list on the computer.

"Morris." The man glanced over at his wife with a smile. "Kent and June Morris."

The clerk found their reservation and passed them their key. "The Sun Suite is your room. And congratulations to you both." The couple smiled at her and went on their way, arm in arm.

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The room was immaculate. The drapery and carpet were dressed in colors of island sand, and everything else was either oceanic blue or palm-tree green. The king-sized bed looked to be made of the beach itself and it was hard for June not to flop into the covers; their travels had made her exhausted.

Kent approached one of the desks to lay out his coat and his eyes wandered to the inside of the table lamp.

"Honey," he called. June turned to meet his wry smile. "This place is amazing." His eyes flickered to the lampshade. June approached the man, putting her hands on his chest. She took a glance at the little cone; in it, she saw a small black device.

"Yes," she agreed, meeting Kent's eyes again. "But you haven't seen anything until you see the view." She pulled on his hands and let him to the balcony. She dramatically yanked the sliding door open and went straight to the railing. Before them was the most miraculous beach in the world. Its sand was the shade of sweet summer clouds. The ocean was crystal clear, reflecting brilliant little stars of sunshine. The wind that the water brought to the land was slow, caressing the girl's hair and skin like a gentle mother. It kept the temperature cool in the overbearing sun.

"It's perfect," June mumbled, breathing in the smells of salt, sunscreen, and fruity drinks. Kent wrapped his arms around his wife's waist.

"You're perfect," he told her, tilting her chin up to meet his lips. They shared a long, passionate kiss that took the breath out of both of them. As Kent pulled away, his mouth moved to her ear. His breath warming her up as he whispered to her. "There's a camera in that tree over there. It's trained on our window, and the next three to the right."

June gave a smile-for said camera-and cuddled closer to his voice.

"So far, I've found 6 microphones in the main room. We should check the bathroom and the mini bar next. The camera out here is the only one I've seen so far."

"Darling!" June squealed as she moved out of his grasp. "That talk should be saved for the bedroom! Not out here, where everyone can see us." Kent gave a small smile.

"I can't resist you much longer," he told her, his voice raised just enough for the camera and the microphones behind them.

"Well, I don't know about you, but I could use a shower after our flight." June rushed back in, noting several microphones hidden throughout the room. Kent followed after her, caressing her back and leaving a kiss on her temple.

"I'll get one ready. You want to join me?"

"Of course! But before I forget, I've got to call mom. She'll want to know that we made it here ok. She paid for this, after all."

"Well, don't take too long." Kent gave her a wink and disappeared into the bathroom. June went to use the guest phone after pretending that her cell was dead, and dialed her "mother's" number.

When the woman answered, June greeted her with a cheerful tone. "Hello, Mom!"

"Hello, my little June bug!" Lady Jaye's disguised voice came. "How are things? Did you get home safely?"

"Yes, mom, of course. This place is amazing! Kent and I are so grateful for this gift."

The conversation went on, sounding like they had a very convincing typical mother-daughter relationship. Once they'd finished their pleasantries, June hung up the phone and hurried off to the bathroom.

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First chapter! :)