Those two women were so damn annoying! They acted like they were the most beautiful women in Hawaii—but they weren’t! Their arrogance was unbearable, and now, because I couldn't control myself, I was stuck in this situation.
How the hell do I take back what I said to Yohan?
Damn it! Why did I say that to him? I haven’t even… I haven’t even tried giving a blowjob before! What the heck?! I’m so screwed. I need to run.
"You better keep your promise, my little kitten. Let’s meet later at the villa—get ready for tonight. I just need to finish talking to my friend here," Yohan whispered in my ear before walking away, carrying the surfboard he had used earlier.
I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly dry, and felt sweat forming on my forehead.
The two foreign women had walked off earlier while we were kissing, unable to handle their jealousy. Good for them! But after Yohan kissed me, my confidence faded, and nervousness crept in again—especially when I caught his devilish grin as he glanced back at me.
Is it possible for someone to just… forget things?
Maybe I should hit Yohan over the head later so he won’t remember what I said to him earlier?
Shit! What should I do? I have no idea! I don’t even know how to… how to do it.
I looked over at Yohan and saw him talking to another guy, also holding a surfboard. Did Yohan come to Hawaii just to surf? This guy really was something else.
I took a deep breath and bit my nail, trying to come up with a plan for tonight.
Should I pretend to be asleep?
No, Yohan would definitely wake me up. That jerk wouldn’t let it slide—he’d keep pushing until he got what he wanted. F*ck. Thinking about tonight was stressing me out.
Maybe I should just… watch tutorials? P**n sites probably have videos on how to give a proper blowjob, right? Damn. I feel like such an idiot right now.
Deciding I needed some space, I left the beach, leaving Yohan behind. He didn’t seem to care, too busy talking to some guy who looked like a reporter holding a camera. Great, he was probably being interviewed. I didn’t want to interrupt, so I walked away.
I made my way to a restaurant within the resort and ordered something sweet. While waiting, I pulled out my phone. Thankfully, I had my AirPods with me, so I quickly connected them and put them in my ears.
If I was going to do this, I needed to learn.
I planned to watch some educational adult videos—specifically ones about oral activities. I didn’t like calling it by its real name, so I referred to it as “meat stick.”
I sighed and went to one of the sites Franklyn had mentioned before, starting with the most famous one—Pornhub.
I quickly typed in blowjob, and an overwhelming number of results appeared. I grimaced at the sight of all the explicit thumbnails. My throat tightened, and my hands trembled as I hesitated.
Could I really do this?
Something had already happened between Yohan and me, but the room had been dark, and I was intoxicated that night. I barely remembered what went down, and I had definitely never seen Yohan completely naked—especially not down there.
I exhaled shakily and turned off my phone, feeling frustrated.
I hated this.
Why did I even say head to Yohan earlier?!
I was sure he was expecting me to follow through—that’s probably why he kissed me so quickly. He was still a man, and a lustful one at that! I knew that much—especially after what happened on the private jet to Hawaii. Ugh. It was irritating.
"Ma’am, here’s your order."
"Thank you," I mumbled, snapping out of my thoughts.
My food had arrived—a milkshake, ice cream, and a footlong hotdog.
...Don’t even ask why I ordered the hotdog.
I took a sip of my milkshake and reluctantly opened my phone again, determined to educate myself.
Before I pressed play, I glanced around and discreetly moved to the farthest corner of the restaurant. No way was I letting anyone catch me watching this.
I was intensely focused on what I was watching, so much so that I found myself swallowing hard, completely caught up in their actions. My eyes were glued to the woman in the video as she performed a certain act on her partner. She was kneeling in front of the man, her hands gripping his waist for support, while he held her head, tugging her hair slightly.
Damn.
Is this what’s going to happen between Yohan and me later? It’s… kind of scary.
I kept watching, sipping my milkshake until there was barely any left. Deciding to eat my footlong hotdog while continuing my "research," I let out a small laugh. What the heck—I was literally binge-watching explicit videos like some clueless idiot.
I cringed when the man in the video went all the way in, and when I glanced at the woman, she looked like she was struggling—not to mention on the verge of throwing up. My stomach churned. Swallowing hard, I quickly set aside my footlong and shoved a spoonful of ice cream into my mouth. My whole body suddenly felt hot, as if I had been scalded.
I ended up spending the entire day in the restaurant watching explicit videos. Now, I felt lightheaded. My mind was spinning, and my nerves were all over the place. I didn’t know what to do. Trying to apply what I’d just watched felt impossible—especially when I had zero experience. And Yohan… I was pretty sure his hotdog was on the big side. What if I ended up hurting myself?
I groaned, tousled my hair, and decided it was time to leave the restaurant. Yohan was probably already back at our villa, waiting for me. Did I overdo the p**n binge-watching? The sun had already set, and I had completely lost track of time.
I took a deep breath, steeling my nerves. Whatever will be, will be.
I was an adult, and maybe it was better that something like this happened between Yohan and me—it would put an end to my curiosity about the things my employees constantly gossiped about. Even if Yohan and I didn’t love each other, we were already married. We could do this whenever we wanted.
Good luck, Cosette! Raise the flag for women!
I needed to do well tonight. Right. I need to trust myself. I need to be strong.
When I finally reached the villa, I stepped inside and opened the door to our quarters—only to nearly scream in surprise when I was immediately greeted by Yohan’s face.
"Good evening, mi esposa."
I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly dry.
Yohan was already inside the villa, sipping from a wine glass. He was wearing Hawaiian shorts and a white tank top, looking effortlessly relaxed yet undeniably attractive.
I forced a smile, but deep down, my nerves were eating me alive. Please, please, let him have forgotten what I said earlier. Maybe he got hit by a wave while surfing, or took a dip in the sea—or the shower—and poof, his memory of my reckless words disappeared.
I could only hope.
"Uh, Yohan! It’s you!" I laughed nervously. "Have you eaten?"
He leaned against the wall, his gaze fixed on me, serious yet unreadable. "I’ve already eaten," he said. "But I forgot something."
I furrowed my brows. "What is it?"
Without answering, Yohan placed his wine glass on the nearby table. Then, with slow, deliberate steps, he began moving toward me. My heart pounded as I watched him approach, my body freezing in place. I couldn’t move—I could only feel.
When he finally stood in front of me, his hands found my waist, pulling me close. He leaned in, his breath warm against my ear as he whispered,
"I forgot to eat my dessert, mi esposa."
Before I could react, Yohan suddenly lifted me off my feet, pressing me against the wall. His lips crashed into mine in a passionate kiss.
I gasped, instinctively clinging to his neck. My legs wrapped around his waist, bringing us even closer.
It’s happening.
My mind raced. Can I even apply what I watched earlier?
Damn.
I just had a mental block!
How did it go again?! I couldn’t remember!
Damn it. Whatever!
I just hoped I could handle this.
Yohan pressed me against the wall, his kisses trailing down to my neck. I found myself gripping his hair, tilting my head back as a wave of unfamiliar pleasure overwhelmed me. One of his hands was busy slipping off my top, while the other held my waist firmly, keeping me steady."Oh, Yohan!" I gasped, a soft moan escaping my lips when I felt his tongue teasing my chest.At some point, he had already removed my top, his hands moving swiftly to claim my breasts. He cupped one, kneading it gently, while his mouth and warm tongue played with the other."F*ck," I whispered when he lightly bit my nipple.I glanced down at Yohan, watching as he continued to lavish attention on me, his lips and tongue working their magic. He looked almost like a baby nursing, but the sheer pleasure of it made my thoughts scatter. Running my fingers through his hair, I shuddered when his tongue flicked rapidly against my nipple, making me arch my back in response.He lowered me again, and my legs nearly gave o
Shit. My entire body aches. Did something heavy fall on me? It feels like I’ve been hit all over—especially down there—where the pain and burning sensation are unbearable.F*ck. Something definitely happened between Yohan and me last night. We didn’t stop until early morning, and I eventually passed out from exhaustion."Hmmm..."I felt someone wrap their arms around me from behind, followed by soft kisses trailing along my bare shoulder and back."Y-Yohan, I can’t move… my body hurts," I murmured as his hands began exploring my body again.Does this man never get tired?!I must look like a mess at this ungodly hour with Yohan clinging to me."I know, Cosette. I won’t do that to you again," he whispered, his lips brushing against my ear. "I just want some milk first."I frowned and slowly turned to face him, wincing at the soreness in my body. But as soon as I saw Yohan’s face up close, I momentarily forgot my pain.Why does he look so angelic when he just woke up? His tousled hair, t
We arrived at a nearby restaurant, and once we sat at a table for two, a waitress came over to take our orders. I stayed quiet while Yohan focused on his phone, his expression serious.I didn’t want to disturb him. Yohan managed far more businesses than I did, and he was always busy. My father had allowed me to take a break for our honeymoon, handling my work in my absence. Despite my initial anger at Yohan, I was grateful for this chance to experience a proper vacation after our wedding.When our food finally arrived, I kept my focus on eating, avoiding Yohan’s gaze. But even so, I felt hyper-aware of his presence across from me. I suddenly became self-conscious about how I looked while eating. Even though I wanted to eat more, I held back, trying to maintain a modest demeanor.After finishing our meal, we walked back to the villa. Yohan stayed ahead of me, still engrossed in his phone, seemingly monitoring something important. I didn’t ask—he might get annoyed, and besides, it wasn’
A new day as Yohan’s wife has begun.Since we don’t have any household help here, I woke up early to prepare breakfast. As we sat in the dining area, eating in silence, Yohan remained engrossed in something on his iPad. After he said those hurtful words last night, I forced myself to sleep, turning my back on him because I didn’t know how to face him after he finished showering. Fortunately, despite the heavy emotions weighing on me, I managed to sleep and wake up early.“Cosette.”I paused mid-bite when Yohan called my name. I looked up at him, waiting for what he had to say. “What’s that?”He met my gaze. “Come home early later. I want dinner ready by the time I get back,” he said coldly before returning his attention to his iPad.I cringed and avoided eye contact. I wanted to snap at him, to tell him I wasn’t a housemaid in this house. But I held my tongue. Arguing with Yohan would be pointless—I would only end up looking bad, and he would still win in the end.I hastened to finish
"You took so long to reach out to me, huh? Where have you been? And it seems like you've suddenly changed in my eyes," Franklyn asked, furrowing his brow.I had decided to meet up with Franklyn. News about my marriage to Yohan had already spread throughout our company, and I didn’t want him to hear about it from someone else. Franklyn was my only friend—he deserved to hear the truth from me first.I went to his company, knowing how busy he was. Besides, I didn’t want to stay at my own company for now, especially since I would soon be transferring to Yohan’s. What was the point of lingering there? It felt suffocating, and I wasn’t ready to face Dad just yet."I have something to tell you, Frank," I said seriously.He raised an eyebrow, sensing the shift in my demeanor. "O... kay? What is it, Princess?"Taking a deep breath, I met his gaze and told him the truth."I'm already married to Zion Yohan Warren, Frank.""W-What?!" His eyes widened as he shot up from his swivel chair, placing h
"Y-Yohan, please, don't do this," I nervously said while trembling in my seat.He led me to our bedroom and sat me on our bed. He quickly undressed me, leaving me no choice but to obey his commands. I clung to my naked body, looking at him with pleading eyes. Yes, Yohan is indeed skilled in bed, and he always drives me crazy when he thrusts inside me, but he can also be a beast in bed. I've experienced not being able to walk or move properly because of what Yohan did to me, and I don't want it to happen again. I am willing to give myself to him because he's my husband, but my only wish is for him to be gentle with me.He stripped in front of me, revealing his intimidating physique. Yohan regularly goes to the gym, so his body is well-built, and his abs are clearly visible.Yohan approached me and enveloped me with his arms."Why do you look so nervous, Cosette? I'll take care of you, and you will like what we will be doing right now."He kissed my lips after saying that. His kisses we
"Cosette, babe, please put your work aside for now and come for a stroll with me," Franklyn coaxed, using his usual sweet endearment whenever he wanted something.I paused what I was doing and looked up at him. Franklyn Carrington—the one person I could truly call a genuine friend. We had been classmates in college, and at one point, he was one of my suitors. I turned him down, but instead of drifting apart, we became closer. It was an odd dynamic, but over time, our friendship deepened, bound by shared struggles and a mutual understanding of our complicated lives."Frank, don't you have work? Your dad might scold you," I reminded him.Franklyn wasn’t in charge of their company yet. He still had to prove himself, thanks to his rebellious streak during college, where he often got into trouble. But being the firstborn of the Carrington family, leadership was inevitable. No matter how many siblings he had, the company would eventually fall into his hands.He waved off my concern. "Oh, fo
I couldn’t shake off everything I learned yesterday—my sister being forced to marry a man she doesn’t even know. Geneva had started working at our company, not because she wanted to, but because our parents insisted. I knew she wasn’t happy. Her true dream was to become a fashion designer and launch her own clothing line.We had different aspirations, but the saddest part? Neither of us could chase them. Not when our family's expectations held us captive."Why do you look even sadder than usual? Are you the one getting married?" Franklyn teased as he strolled into my office—again. At this point, it felt like a daily routine.I sighed, leaning back in my chair as I met his gaze. "I feel bad for my sister, Frank. She has no idea what’s coming. She doesn’t know what Dad has planned for her future. She’s too young for this… for a marriage that will define her entire life." My voice was heavy with frustration.Franklyn’s usual playful demeanor faded, his expression turning serious. He nodd
"Y-Yohan, please, don't do this," I nervously said while trembling in my seat.He led me to our bedroom and sat me on our bed. He quickly undressed me, leaving me no choice but to obey his commands. I clung to my naked body, looking at him with pleading eyes. Yes, Yohan is indeed skilled in bed, and he always drives me crazy when he thrusts inside me, but he can also be a beast in bed. I've experienced not being able to walk or move properly because of what Yohan did to me, and I don't want it to happen again. I am willing to give myself to him because he's my husband, but my only wish is for him to be gentle with me.He stripped in front of me, revealing his intimidating physique. Yohan regularly goes to the gym, so his body is well-built, and his abs are clearly visible.Yohan approached me and enveloped me with his arms."Why do you look so nervous, Cosette? I'll take care of you, and you will like what we will be doing right now."He kissed my lips after saying that. His kisses we
"You took so long to reach out to me, huh? Where have you been? And it seems like you've suddenly changed in my eyes," Franklyn asked, furrowing his brow.I had decided to meet up with Franklyn. News about my marriage to Yohan had already spread throughout our company, and I didn’t want him to hear about it from someone else. Franklyn was my only friend—he deserved to hear the truth from me first.I went to his company, knowing how busy he was. Besides, I didn’t want to stay at my own company for now, especially since I would soon be transferring to Yohan’s. What was the point of lingering there? It felt suffocating, and I wasn’t ready to face Dad just yet."I have something to tell you, Frank," I said seriously.He raised an eyebrow, sensing the shift in my demeanor. "O... kay? What is it, Princess?"Taking a deep breath, I met his gaze and told him the truth."I'm already married to Zion Yohan Warren, Frank.""W-What?!" His eyes widened as he shot up from his swivel chair, placing h
A new day as Yohan’s wife has begun.Since we don’t have any household help here, I woke up early to prepare breakfast. As we sat in the dining area, eating in silence, Yohan remained engrossed in something on his iPad. After he said those hurtful words last night, I forced myself to sleep, turning my back on him because I didn’t know how to face him after he finished showering. Fortunately, despite the heavy emotions weighing on me, I managed to sleep and wake up early.“Cosette.”I paused mid-bite when Yohan called my name. I looked up at him, waiting for what he had to say. “What’s that?”He met my gaze. “Come home early later. I want dinner ready by the time I get back,” he said coldly before returning his attention to his iPad.I cringed and avoided eye contact. I wanted to snap at him, to tell him I wasn’t a housemaid in this house. But I held my tongue. Arguing with Yohan would be pointless—I would only end up looking bad, and he would still win in the end.I hastened to finish
We arrived at a nearby restaurant, and once we sat at a table for two, a waitress came over to take our orders. I stayed quiet while Yohan focused on his phone, his expression serious.I didn’t want to disturb him. Yohan managed far more businesses than I did, and he was always busy. My father had allowed me to take a break for our honeymoon, handling my work in my absence. Despite my initial anger at Yohan, I was grateful for this chance to experience a proper vacation after our wedding.When our food finally arrived, I kept my focus on eating, avoiding Yohan’s gaze. But even so, I felt hyper-aware of his presence across from me. I suddenly became self-conscious about how I looked while eating. Even though I wanted to eat more, I held back, trying to maintain a modest demeanor.After finishing our meal, we walked back to the villa. Yohan stayed ahead of me, still engrossed in his phone, seemingly monitoring something important. I didn’t ask—he might get annoyed, and besides, it wasn’
Shit. My entire body aches. Did something heavy fall on me? It feels like I’ve been hit all over—especially down there—where the pain and burning sensation are unbearable.F*ck. Something definitely happened between Yohan and me last night. We didn’t stop until early morning, and I eventually passed out from exhaustion."Hmmm..."I felt someone wrap their arms around me from behind, followed by soft kisses trailing along my bare shoulder and back."Y-Yohan, I can’t move… my body hurts," I murmured as his hands began exploring my body again.Does this man never get tired?!I must look like a mess at this ungodly hour with Yohan clinging to me."I know, Cosette. I won’t do that to you again," he whispered, his lips brushing against my ear. "I just want some milk first."I frowned and slowly turned to face him, wincing at the soreness in my body. But as soon as I saw Yohan’s face up close, I momentarily forgot my pain.Why does he look so angelic when he just woke up? His tousled hair, t
Yohan pressed me against the wall, his kisses trailing down to my neck. I found myself gripping his hair, tilting my head back as a wave of unfamiliar pleasure overwhelmed me. One of his hands was busy slipping off my top, while the other held my waist firmly, keeping me steady."Oh, Yohan!" I gasped, a soft moan escaping my lips when I felt his tongue teasing my chest.At some point, he had already removed my top, his hands moving swiftly to claim my breasts. He cupped one, kneading it gently, while his mouth and warm tongue played with the other."F*ck," I whispered when he lightly bit my nipple.I glanced down at Yohan, watching as he continued to lavish attention on me, his lips and tongue working their magic. He looked almost like a baby nursing, but the sheer pleasure of it made my thoughts scatter. Running my fingers through his hair, I shuddered when his tongue flicked rapidly against my nipple, making me arch my back in response.He lowered me again, and my legs nearly gave o
Those two women were so damn annoying! They acted like they were the most beautiful women in Hawaii—but they weren’t! Their arrogance was unbearable, and now, because I couldn't control myself, I was stuck in this situation.How the hell do I take back what I said to Yohan?Damn it! Why did I say that to him? I haven’t even… I haven’t even tried giving a blowjob before! What the heck?! I’m so screwed. I need to run."You better keep your promise, my little kitten. Let’s meet later at the villa—get ready for tonight. I just need to finish talking to my friend here," Yohan whispered in my ear before walking away, carrying the surfboard he had used earlier.I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly dry, and felt sweat forming on my forehead.The two foreign women had walked off earlier while we were kissing, unable to handle their jealousy. Good for them! But after Yohan kissed me, my confidence faded, and nervousness crept in again—especially when I caught his devilish grin as he glanced bac
I woke up to a loud noise, as if there were cheers and some sort of competition happening. What’s going on?Rubbing my eyes, I glanced to my side, but Yohan was nowhere to be seen. There wasn’t even a trace of him. Hasn’t he come back yet?After swimming in the pool last night to clear my mind, I had gone straight to bed in the villa. I didn’t bother thinking about Yohan anymore, assuming he would take a while outside. But maybe he never came back at all. Where could he have spent the night?Shrugging off the thought, I headed to the shower to freshen up. I wanted to step out of the villa and see what all the commotion was about. Could it be a concert?I hurried through my routine, and since it was a beach resort and I was on vacation, I opted for a two-piece swimsuit. To complete my look, I put on a white crochet cover-up, let my hair down, wore a beach hat and sunglasses, and applied sunscreen before heading out.The moment I stepped outside, I noticed a large crowd gathered near th
After our wedding reception, we headed straight to the airport for our flight to Hawaii. I couldn't believe Yohan’s earlier statement to Simon was true—we were actually going on a honeymoon. I hadn't even known we had one planned!Would something happen between us?I assumed we would be taking a regular commercial flight, but I was caught off guard when an airport staff member approached us. Silently, I followed Yohan. As we exited the terminal, a private jet awaited us. My suspicions were confirmed—we would be flying to Hawaii in this. It wasn’t surprising, considering Yohan’s wealth. He might even own the jet. But I didn’t want to ask, and more than that, I didn’t want to talk to him.As we stepped inside, I immediately took in the luxurious interior. A long couch stretched along one side, with a gold-accented table in the middle. On it sat a bottle of wine and two glasses. Wow. Everything in here screamed wealth, and I suddenly felt out of place.Yohan took a seat and arched an eye