I was up pretty early the next morning owing to the fact that we had to leave early for our nearly ten hour flight to Bora Bora. Luckily, Ma Rosa had packed our bags and I was sure she did not miss anything while at it. I picked up my suitcase and placed it on the bedroom floor while I saw to it that the bed was properly arranged. We were going to be gone for a week so we had to lock our rooms just as Damien had said. But we were going to be back just in time for Christmas. I walked over to my father's room and saw that he was getting ready to leave as well. Damien and I were going to escort him to the airport before heading to the private hangar for our own flight. "Good morning Dad." I bade, pecking him on his left cheek. "Morning Bebe." He said, planting a quick peck on my forehead. "You ready?" I asked him. "Yeah almost. Where's your husband?" "Oh I'm sure, he's around here somewhere." I said waving dismissively as I buttoned his shirt for him and was arranging his collar.
The kisses got hot and intense and if not for a timely phone call that came through, I don't know what would have happened.It was mom, she was calling to know if we had arrived and settled in. After the brief phone call, he turned back to me. "I think we should get some rest, we'll be heading out later tonight." He informed me and I nodded, unable to meet his eyes.***Night rolled by soon and I found myself picking out a fancy dress for dinner at a restaurant named Le Corail, it was a really fancy place and so beautiful. I looked forward to dining there, the moment we got in. They had a warm reception and their meals were spectacular.While we were in the middle of our main course, Damien spoke up, making me look up at him."I wanted to talk to you about something." He said looking nervous and even uncomfortable. I had never seen him like that and it sort of worried me."Is everything alright?" I asked, running my eyes over his face which seemed tense but was still trying to hold it
"Hello Amy." I said in a steady tone though my heart pounded so hard that I was sure if she was a bit closer she would definitely hear it. "Damien?" She whispered slowly like she could not believe it was me. I watched as she walked around the counter and stood in front of me. My height towered over hers so she basically had to look up at my face. My eyes trailed over her small frame. Her shoulder length bob hair, her skin had a nice tan to it so did her smooth face. I eyed her outfit in distaste, she was clad in a white button up shirt, black pants and an apron with the Cafe's name on it, while her feet had on some scrawny old flip flops that needed a change so badly. I pulled her close not able to take it any longer and she held me in the same pattern, bawling her eyes out on my t-shirt but I did not care. I held the tears in, trying to be a man. I could not break down in front of anyone. I rubbed on her sleek hair continuously while whispering the few comforting words I could mus
*** I stayed in the bedroom from morning till evening, skipping lunch cause I was sulking and did not want to speak to Damien. Him on the other hand, had not come in even once. I wondered what got him so worked up but after how he had reacted, I decided not to bother about him anymore. He could take care of himself. I had been on my phone working as well as talking to Fiona who would not stop asking me about how the honeymoon was going. If only I could tell how boring and annoying it truly had been sitting at home all day instead of enjoying Bora Bora and all its goodness. This was not the vacation I signed up for. I was in the middle of a call with my father when the door came open and Damien walked in with a deep frown evident on his face. I looked away from him and focused on the conversation with my father. I laid on my belly, with my knees propped on the bed as my legs swung back and forth. I had my chin on my left palm while I spoke, laughing in between my sentences with my
"Twin sister?" I found myself asking in disbelief. I set my bowl of blueberries down on the table and kept my hands akimbo while both of them watched me closely. "Are you cheating on me and trying to cover it up with a flimsy lie?" I questioned with a frown, staring straight at Damien who scowled at my statement. "Why would I lie to you about something so sensitive?" He sounded really annoyed and my firm resolve shook a little bit. "Where were you yesterday?" I asked, narrowing my eyes at him. "I went out." He gritted out. "Where exactly were you?" "Out." He stated nonchalantly. We had a stare down that lasted for I don't know how long before Amy butted in. "For goodness sake! Damien just tell her that you were with me." She groaned out, pinching on the bridge of her nose with a tired sigh and an eye roll. "Well if she wants to believe that I'm cheating on her, why not let her do it?!" He raged and marched into the house, stunning me to silence. I bashfully turned to the wom
Ariana wasn't next to me by the time I woke up the next morning. Seemed like she was up before me because I slept in a little later than usual. I headed down the stairs and heard some clattering in the kitchen. I walked towards it in hopes that she would be in there waiting for breakfast to be served. To my surprise, she was actually cooking alongside Amy who was brewing some coffee. They both hadn't noticed my presence while they were caught up in whatever they were conversing about. Seemed like they were getting along pretty well and it was no surprise to me because Ariana tended to be receptive to everyone, both young and old. Amy spotted me first. She smiled at me and I returned it slightly before trailing my eyes over to my Spanish beauty who was so busy chopping up sausages for breakfast, she did not notice my presence. I gestured for Amy to keep mute while I sneakily went around the counter and stood behind Ariana. When she finally raised her head and was about to turn aro
Damien's POV;I swear she knocked the breath out of my lungs the moment I saw her in that two piece bikini. I just could not breathe.Ariana had never been so scantily dressed around me so my reaction is very much explanatory.Those voluptuous curves I had not gotten a chance to explore. From the luscious mounds of flesh on her chest down to her tiny waist to her wide hips and equally luscious derrière. Wow! And those thick thick thighs! Damn...Amy knew for sure that my eyes were stuck on her and wouldn't stop laughing about how stupefied I went at the sight of her and my not so little guy was responding as such, which was not helpful at all. If only this woman knew the things she was doing to me. If only...After my senses had returned a little bit, I dived into the water with her while Amy took pictures. She was in no mood for a swim and according to her, it was our honeymoon, she didn't want to get in the way. If only either of them knew I came to Bora Bora just because of my sist
We were boarding the jet once again, heading back home to LA. Unlike the last time, Amy was with us and had gone in ahead of me. I took one last glance at the beautiful place I had spent the last one week at and sighed. I'd miss it a lot. I got in and buckled up for takeoff. Amy had her mouth agape just like I did when I first saw the interiors of the exquisite aircraft. I laughed. For the most part of the flight, Damien was absent, doing God knows what. Amy and I were seated next to each other binge watching series on the screens in front of us. I slept off a few times and came back awake to continue watching movies until we landed, ten hours later. Damien went out ahead of us. He was now in full boss mode again. I sighed at the thought of what that meant. "Babe." I called out to him as soon as we got down. My legs hurt from all the sitting and I walked pretty slowly, I wondered how he was able to walk so briskly like he didn't just go through a long flight. He turned to glan