Bahamas

Glamour's POV

When I woke up, I was on a bed in a room that looked small, it was like a compartment in the plane. I didn't know how I got there but I assume Mr husband was the one who carried me here.

I wonder how fast asleep I was, that I couldn't even feel been carried. I'm not a deep sleeper, I'm sure it's only because I was too tired both physically and emotionally, to have noticed.

I checked my body under the blanket, making sure he didn't take advantage of my tired state, and found that my clothes were unscathed.

I heaved a sigh of relief before getting up and going into the washroom to wash my face.

While in the washroom, I looked into the mirror and I was mind blown. I can't believe the face staring back at me belongs to me.

Even though my makeup was light, I had a massive mascara on my lashes which were naturally long, and my lips were caked with heavy red lipstick, but all that is all over my face right now, making me look like a clown from a horror movie.

I mentally hoped Mr husband saw my face like this, that way he might reconsider his plans for this marriage.

I wonder what's in it for him though, I mean why marry a total stranger unless you're crazy, or you have no choice but to do that right? Or maybe he's a creep.

I was caught short of my thoughts when I heard the pilot requesting we buckle our seat belts because we were about to land.

I hastened my face wash and quickly left the bathroom. I went and sat in one of the seats, and buckled in my belts.

Just then, my most favorite part about a plane ride surfaced. Who am I kidding it's my most dreaded part about riding a plane, the way the plane keeps jerking off as if it's gonna crash always made me cry, but I didn't want Mr husband to see me do that, not now and most definitely not ever. 

I closed my eyes tightly and tried so hard to keep the tears at bay while clutching to the sides of my seat for dear life...

After a few minutes of life-threatening agony, our plane finally landed, and I released the breath I didn't know I was holding.

I didn't get up immediately because I know if I did I'd fall back down because of how dizzy I'm feeling.

I noticed Mr husband was staring at me not also moving from the spot he seated as if he was waiting for me to get up first and when I did, I saw him also do the same and followed closely at an uncomfortable space behind me it was almost as if he's touching my waist. I wanted to turn and tell him to stay off, but I didn't want to give him the satisfaction of starting any conversation with him.

So I just ignored the closeness and evacuated the plane and went into a car that's waiting for us. I wondered how he had the time to plan this whole thing in just the span of two weeks, yeah two weeks that's how long it took after the game for me to have taken the plunge.

I'm still unaware of our location, I don't even know what says the time. My phone is in my handbag which was inside my box of clothes, I had asked Maya to put it in there.

The car we were going to ride was also a Bentley but this one was wine red, I don't know his deal with the color red, and I sure hope he's not some kind of cultist or something.

Mr husband also got in the back without a word and started to stare outside the window.

I also stared outside the window wondering how far we are from Cali and I suddenly felt nostalgic.

The sun was just beginning to rise which meant our plane ride was about 7 to 8 hours from California.

I tried to figure out our location from signboards and the buildings on the side of the roads but couldn't guess where we were exactly which left me with one option only, ask Mr husband.

"Where are we?" I asked him without looking at him, even though I had planned not to ever talk to him, my curiosity got the upper hand.

He was quiet and I was already beginning to think he would not answer my question, but then he said "Bahamas." without looking in my direction.

Wait! the Bahamas? He didn't just say that, did he? I had planned on coming to the Bahamas for my next summer holiday. But I guess now I don't have to anymore.

I wanted to ask if we would be living here or if we're just here for a few days but later decided against it.

We arrived at our lodge which was more of a cabin, there were a few of them but the one we are staying at is the closest to the ocean.

We got out of the car and Mr husband went into the cabin, but I stayed behind to get my bag which I'm hoping was in the car trunk...

When I went to the trunk, our driver was getting our stuff out and he told me to just go inside and that he'd bring everything into the cabin his self... I had protested but he also insisted that he had to do it himself as he didn't want to risk angering his Master.

I reluctantly went inside not wanting him to get scolded. As soon as I opened the door into the cabin, I saw Mr husband taking something in a cup not even looking in my direction as I walked in.

I looked around and noticed that the sitting room was well furnished with new sets of furniture of an explicit royal design, they were all wine red and adorned with a few crystal-like stones making them gorgeous...

I saw a few doors, that was leading somewhere, probably rooms and there was also a staircase, leading to the Master's bedroom I think I was unsure of whether or not to go up or just stay in one of the rooms downstairs, but then I later decided to to go up after reminding myself that I shouldn't let myself feel any discomfort even if this was my personal hell...

I looked at where Mr husband was standing and waited for him to say something, but he said nothing he didn't even glance back... I was too tired to even curse at him, so I walked up the stairs slowly as I could feel myself falling asleep again.

Upon reaching up I saw two doors at the end of each hall and I was a bit confused as to which one would have a more comfy bed. I later settled with the door at the right hand side, while hoping it would have a perfect view of the ocean.

I went in and put on the light but to my greatest shock, the room was empty, completely empty as if it's never been put to use before...

I quickly went back out and headed to the next room hopefully before Mr. Husband does.

When I opened the door however I came face to face with a pair of eyes, that seemed to have turned toward the direction of the door opening.

I can't stand being in the same room with a stranger, so I just closed the door and went downstairs to check if my box had been brought in.

When I reached down, I that the driver was just bringing the bags in so I went to collect mine and went to check if any of the rooms downstairs were furnished but none of the rooms were and that made my face hot I could feel my blog boiling from underneath my skin as I just realized what this guy (Mr. Husband) was trying to do...

I won't let him win though I'm going to make him have the biggest regret any human could ever have, I promised to myself before taking my box into one of the bathrooms downstairs, so I could change from the clothes I was wearing...

When I opened my box, I checked to see if my shotgun was still in my bag, and I found it tucked away where I had hidden it under my clothes.

After making sure no one took the gun or saw it, I took out my pajamas, which were long pants somewhat like joggers, and a baggy t-shirt. It's one of my favorite wear. After putting it on I proceeded to go back outside, deciding to just sleep on the sofa...

When I opened the door, I wasn't expecting what I saw, and before I could control the words from my mouth, I blurted out "shit"...

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