Aster~
I'm currently on a private jet and have no idea what to do. I've already finished watching two or three movies. We are apparently going on a honeymoon to Bora Bora, which is miles away and takes about 28 hours to get there from Paris.
This is tiring, man. Adagio is sitting beside me, but this wall separates us for privacy reasons. This is already exhausting; who wants to deal with that man?
He has been focused on his work for hours and does not appear to be taking a break. So how do I know? I could hear the clicking of his laptop, and it went on for hours.
I'm done worrying about the contract, the heir, the lies, and everything. As I said before, I cannot worry about things excessively or for an extended period of time. Maybe I will later when I have to face it again, but for now, I am as bubbly as ever before.
I'm bored and feeling talkative, so I might as well gather my courage and talk to this guy. To be honest, I get nervous every time I stand in front of a man, with the exception of my brothers. It's just how I am, which is one of the reasons I've never been in a relationship before; it's also too much work and emotion to handle.
Adagio is the first man in my life who I have married and kissed, with many more to come.
Now, let's not talk about it. I sat straight before lowering the partition that was in the way. I looked up to see him with a focused expression, gazing at the laptop with his hand under his chin. I assume he's thinking about something.
I cleared my throat to get his attention, but it wasn't successful. I tried again, and it still didn't work. I raised my hand and gently tapped his head. "Hey," I whispered.
He looked at me and sighed. He closed his laptop and leaned back in his seat. "What?" he asked. I pressed my lips into a thin line and gawked at him "Just wanted to talk."
"About?"
"Anything," I said as I completely pulled the partition down.
He gave me a sideways glance and closed his eyes.
"So what are you working on?" I began the conversation.
"A project," he replied, keeping his eyes closed. I formed an 'o' with my mouth and nodded."How are you not tired?" I asked again because he had been using that laptop since we got in.
"Who says I am not tired?" he questioned.
I leaned back and exhaled, "You don't seem tired.""This is money, and I can't lose it," he said so quietly that he fell asleep as soon as he finished. Money-minded man. Poor thing he is sleeping so peacefully. It must be a lot of work. Rude, but adorable when he sleeps.
Finally, after 28 hours, we arrived at Bora Bora. The island is beautiful. Sunny and bright, exactly how I like it. I'm already excited, my smile as wide as my eyes, after seeing the beauty of the island on the way to our resort.
Don't get me started on the resort; it was extraordinary, luxurious, and elegant. The room was spacious, and the bathroom was stunning, complete with honeymoon decorations, rose petals, and candles.
But we have one problem: there is only one bed. Because this is a honeymoon suite room, there will obviously be only one bed.
Adagio has gone to take a shower, and then we'll go for lunch. I was simply admiring the beauty of the beach. I can't wait to swim.
We had lunch and did some street shopping. I got a hat and a few sundresses, but Adagio refused to buy anything. But I chose some matching clothing for us. He walked around frowning, while I was having the time of my life.
We had dinner while watching the sunset and then drove back to the resort. It was only around 7 p.m. here. I was still eager to do more things. I wandered around the room, discovering new things I hadn't noticed before.
On the other hand, Adagio was back on his laptop. It's not too late to go for a swim, right? It's definitely not. I walked over to my suitcase and looked for my swimsuit.
"What are you doing?"
I paused and looked at him, saying, "Going for a swim," before returning to my search.
"You're not going," he said, grabbing my attention.
I quickly turned to him, "What? Why?" I asked."It's late," he said as he began typing. "We're not doing this again. In fact, the beach is right there," I explained, hoping that would convince him.
"No, you're not going," his voice became rougher, and I threw my hands in the air, disappointed and angry. I decided to leave it and listen to him because I was not in for any trouble.
I walked over to Adagio, who was sitting on the bed, and said, "Scoot over," gesturing with my hand that I could sit. He raised his brow at me before moving.
I exhaled, feeling the soft bed beneath me.
"Wow, this is so comfortable," I exclaimed, settling in.
I decided to watch a movie, so I searched the bed for the TV remote. "It's over there," his voice said, which was quite playful, causing me to look at him, whose hands were pointing to the table under the TV with the remote.I groaned with annoyance; I had just found my comfortable spot.
"Can you go get it?" I asked, and he smirked at me.
He isn't going to do it, is he? "Please?"I tried, but he didn't respond. I got up unwillingly and grabbed the remote. He gave a half-smile while keeping his eyes on the screen. I mocked him. He must be content now.
I settled in again and logged into my N*****x account to look for a movie.
"What do you want to watch?" I asked him for suggestions. Does he even know what a movie is? Because it appears that he only knows how to work.
"I don't know," he bluntly stated while still typing. What is he even doing?"Can you put that away for 2 hours at least?" I asked him, becoming frustrated. I realize this means nothing to us, but there's no harm in spending quality time together.
"Take a break." I was concerned for some reason; he was working without taking a break, he was straining himself, and he was missing out on simple things in life such as quality time, laughter and smiles, jokes and tears, happiness and sadness.
He is cold, numb, and emotionless, but he has to live life. He must maintain balance, which he clearly lacks. He has money; he is already a successful heir, businessman, and entrepreneur; all he lacks is emotion.
True, I have been uptight at times, but that doesn't mean I shut out the world. I love people, and I want to spread happiness. Right now, I want him to be happy.
I want to see him smile. I want him to enjoy the small things in life. Teach him that happiness is more valuable than money.
He looked at me, ignoring my words. What was I expecting? Talking won't work; I'd rather act. I moved closer to him and quickly removed the laptop from his lap. His senses change, and rage consumes him instantly, I regret what I just did, but now that I've done it, I have to keep going.
"Aster." He gritted his teeth and looked directly at me. I gulped, "You're done with this for tonight."
I was about to close the laptop and set it aside when he yelled, "Don't!" His voice panicked. My body frozen. "Let me save it first." he stretched out his hand to get the laptop, which I handed him, and waited.He set it aside and settled down. I chose 'The Vow', a romance film that I've been wanting to see for a long time.
"Ready?" I asked to hype it up, but he bluntly hummed, but I continued. "Okay!" I exclaimed.We started watching, and everything was fine; we ordered some snacks, and the movie was exactly what I wanted until things started to get steamy. Paige and Leo began k!ss!ng, which turned into a makeout session, and then their clothes came off.
I shifted uncomfortably on the bed and looked over to Adagio, who had his gaze fixed on the television. He appears to be quite relaxed and at ease, in contrast to me, who is completely nervous. "Wrong choice"
I reached for the remote, but he raced me. "Hey, give it back," I whined as I tried to get it from him.
"You're not changing this," he said, focusing back on the television. I cannot believe this guy right now. "Don't you think it's a little appropriate?" My hands were on my hips as I asked."Nope," he responded. I glanced at the television and saw them both running to the beach in their undergarments. I'm flushed and red.
"Give it back," he said, standing up from the bed and raising his hands, while I stood on the bed for extra height. I jumped to get it, but he just lifted it higher.I began to pant, and my legs hurt.
I came to a halt, only to realize how close we were, and my face was exactly at his level. His eyes darkened, while mine widened.
"Get it," he whispered, making me weak in the knees.I panicked and took a step back, only to be drawn back into his face. My cheeks flushed and the air became hot. His hands on my waist traced my back slowly, giving me an electric sensation throughout my body. His face leaned in closer, and those stunning hazel eyes hypnotized me.
Before anything else could happen, I realized why I was on this honeymoon. I don't want to give it up like this. I cannot give in; neither of us is in love.
"No." I pushed him and backed away.
"We can watch this if you like it," I said sternly as I sat down on the bed. He ran his fingers through his hair, appearing stressed and annoyed.I ate my chips while watching the movie. Adagio snuggled beside me. It had been a few minutes, and I needed to use the restroom.
"Why are you stubborn?" he asked out of nowhere. "I am not," I replied as I continued walking. "Let's get it done and move on." I paused my pace and turned around to give him a piece of my mind."It's easy for you to do that, Mr. experienced. I'm sorry that I'm not like you and that I never will be. I do not give my body to random strangers every night, as you do. I have my respect and value," I recited.
He gave out a playful chuckle that, while it sounded sexy, sparked my rage. "There's no way out, Mrs. Amato," he claimed."True, so let's not think about sex right now," I remarked, "I know you're desperate, but have some patience, bud." I cockily smirked and entered the bathroom.
"So who is taking the floor?" I inquired as I stepped out. It's time for bed, and I'm exhausted from all the roaming and traveling. I deserve a good night's sleep, but with only one bed, that's doubtful.
"Obviously you," he said with a 'duh' tone, settling into the bed. I looked at him in disbelief. I want the bed; sleeping on the floor causes back problems. I know I'm being too selfish, but he's a man and doesn't have boobies, so he can sleep on his tummy, unlike me, a woman.
"Wrong," I said, raising both my brows at him. "Take this and this," I grabbed his pillow beneath him, which instantly irritated him , and threw a blanket at him, who was now sitting up straight.
"You can sit and watch a movie with me but can't sleep with me?" He raised his brow, his voice husky. "They are two different things. And, considering how desperate you are, it's a no." I pointed, and he rolled his eyes.
His face appeared tired, which made him look cute for some reason, and I took a moment to admire his features. Messy hair, drowsy eyes, and pouty lips.
"Too bad" He fell back onto the bed and groaned as comfort hit him. That noise just made me feel things, so I gulped and replied, "If you don't get up, I'm going to push you down." I glared at his buried face in the pillow. "Please try," he said under the pillow.
I sighed, giving up. "Okay, at least order an extra bed," I almost said, whining, "What's stopping you?" He inquired in a deep voice. "Fine," I replied and ordered an extra bed.
I waited another 10 minutes for my bed to arrive. I'm all set, I wait for sleep to come, and before I fall asleep, I say "Good night" and hear his quiet hum in response. He is sleeping. I fell asleep before I realized it.
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Aster~"Oh my gosh, Mom and Dad, I've missed you both so much," I exclaimed, pulling them into a tight hug. They smiled at me, and I could feel the emptiness inside me slowly start to fade. "How have you been, Mom?" I asked as I stepped back."It's just not the same without you, sweetheart," she said with a sad smile, though she finally seemed content and happy. "And you, Dad?" I waited for his response. The last time I saw him was on my wedding day, and his mood and expression from that day flashed through my mind.I was searching for answers, but all I could find was the same guilt that had surfaced during my wedding. "Dad?" I called out, and he looked at me for a moment longer than usual before smiling, pushing away the regret that had started to reappear."I've been doing well, love," he said, pulling me closer and kissing the top of my head. But before I knew it, he was gone. He walked away, disappearing into the crowd. What happened to Papa?I didn't want to ask my mother about i