Chapter 22

Nicklaus POV:

The next morning, our luggage was neatly arranged, and we planned to return to Los Angeles from the Bahamas. I wish I could stay here and have more fun, but I also miss working.

It was a lovely honeymoon, even though I wish it had lasted a little longer, but I had to embark on new work projects that needed my full attention.

I had a cold bath and changed into black joggers and a black shirt with black sneakers. Black and grey has always been my thing. It made me look unapproachable and serious.

I also wore a black pair of eyeglasses and waited for Elena in the living room.

“Elena, are you ready?” I asked from the sitting room.

“Yes, I am. I will be with you shortly.” Elena yelled, and she walked out of the bedroom. She was dressed in grey joggers and a white shirt. She wore white sneakers and packed her hair into a sleek bun.

I could not help but admire her beauty and also see her as one of my favourite colours. She looked more beautiful as the days went by.

I smiled a little and gestured my arms for her to hold me. “Shall we?”

She looked at me with a little smile tugging at the corners of her lips. She nodded her head and reached for my arms, and we walked to the waiting car.

“Good morning, Mr. and Mrs. Coleman,” my bodyguards greeted, and I nodded my head in acknowledgement.

After a short drive, we arrived at the airport and walked straight to the runway with our bodyguards holding our luggage and escorting us to the plane.

"Welcome, Mr. and Mrs. Coleman.”

The crew greeted and welcomed us warmly, and I nodded in response, returning their smiles before walking back to the plane with Elena beside me.

As we boarded, the flight attendant walked inside. Her skirt was short, which revealed her hot, long legs, and her makeup was flawless. She fixed her eyes on me and winked at me continuously.

I raised my eyebrows, feeling amused by her confidence, and I let out a little smirk. It was becoming funny, and I couldn't help myself from laughing silently. She made sure to walk past me and force conversations between us, which I didn't listen to.

Elena noticed, and her eyes narrowed slightly. She watched her movement, and I could tell that she couldn't stand the sight of it anymore. She turned to me and gave me a questioning look.

I let the flight attendant continue to flirt just to see how far she would go and to see Elena’s reaction.

“Sir, what kind of drink would you like?” The attendant asked as she continued to wink her eyes. She leaned in my direction with her cleavage visible.

Elena's eyes grew darker, and her jaw clenched in annoyance.

"Excuse me, miss.” Elena called her attention, her voice firm but polite, as she called the attendant's attention. "Aren't you aware that we're married?" She spoke, raising her ring finger, and the diamond ring glittered in the light.

The attendant's smile, her face flushing with embarrassment. "Oh, I... I apologise. I was just being friendly, ma'am," she stuttered, backing away quickly.

I couldn't help but laugh silently at the awkwardness. 

I chuckled lightly and shaken my head in amusement. I took my laptop to the table and focused on work.

After a while, I glanced at Elena, who had slowly drifted off to sleep.

I could tell she was tired from yesterday’s activities. Her body relaxed, and her breath was steady. I slowly covered her with a blanket, not wanting to wake her up.

The plane hit turbulence, and I quickly reached out to steady her; my hand gently brushed against hers. Doesn't she get tired of sleeping?

We arrived in Los Angeles after a few hours, and Elena woke up. I quickly came to her side and offered my arm to support her. “Hey, are you okay?”

She nodded weakly, her eyes still half-asleep. "Yeah, I'm just...tired."

We got into the waiting car, and I helped her settle in. I quietly buckled her seatbelt and tucked the blanket around her, giving my bodyguards a proper romantic show.

We drove down to the penthouse, and I made sure that she was okay. I changed into my pyjamas after having my shower. I walked downstairs for dinner. I sat in the dining area and looked around, but Elena was nowhere to be found.

I turned to the chef as she served the meal and asked, "Where is Elena?” I asked

“Sir, she hasn't come downstairs,” he replied.

I hurriedly rushed upstairs and into Elena’s room. I turned the doorknob and swung into the room. I was met with a sight that made my heart pound heavily.