Million Miles

Chapter 7

Vanessa

" Babe.. wake up we're here.... Babe, wake up."

I groan, cursing under my breath.

I hear Morales chuckle which is so unlike him. My eyes fly open as I stare at him, sleep eyed.

He tries shaking me just for the fun of it I see; by the way his eyes are shining with mischief.

" Don't do that, Morales. I'm up already". I say,rubbing the sleep off my eyes.

His smile remains on his lips as he continues leaning over my seat. I didn't even realise he buckled me. God, I didn't even know we landed.
What bride does that!.

"Where are we?".

" You don't know?". He asks, looking amused.

"You never told me where we were going to. So, it's not like i skipped or something!" I complain.

"Hmmmm. I see." He says,with that amused expression on his face, I wish I could slap off his face.

"What?". I say, grinning.

Morales doesn't answer me. He reaches down to unbuckle my seat belt. And I hold my breath as he does. " You're gonna have to relax, babe. Tonight is happening. "

I blush, hitting him on his head. "No need to get so cocky.! I protest. " I'm nervous enough as it is. You're not helping at all!"

He lets out a throaty laugh, I don't protest when he picks me up. He heads for the stairs as he descends I hold on to his neck tight. Although, there's no way he's dropping me, I'm sure of that.

I sit back in the Limousine, as we cruise down the road to a place I don't think I've ever seen. It looks like Seoul? I don't really know. I don't ask Mores. I know he's not gonna answer me, he's engrossed in his work on a laptop. I know better than to disturb him when he's working.

It's as if my thoughts conjure him, he turns and catches my eyes and slowly his eyes light up with a smile.

I decide to try anyway. " Morales...

Baby?....

Babe?..." He grunts his reply, making me sigh in relief.

" Morales, babe. Why are we in Seoul?". J ask, guessing.

He doesn't get his eyes off the laptop but he answers me.
"You've always gushed about how much you'll loved to see Seoul. Thought winter was the best time. Is his reply.

I sit for a minute for him to at least spare me a glance, he doesn't, never pausing on the keys.
Hmm.. Just that? Who am I kidding? Morales doesn't show much affection. Prefers kisses. Hmph! It's like he has bipolar disorder. Sometimes he's teasing me to annoyance , other times he's all aloof and cranky.

I'm starting to get annoyed now.

I stay silent till we reach where I think is our destination. As Morales climbs out, I do too.
I know I'm supposed to wait. He makes it his duty to 'Always' open and close the vehicle for me, when we are riding together.
So old fashioned. I expect his trade mark scowl but instead he adjust his suit. He straightens, and throws a 'Let's go' from over his shoulders as he walks into the five star hotel we stopped at.

They even have valets!

We board the lift in silence only the slight whirring of the engines can be heard above the deathly silence.
Miles head of security Philip is with us. I try to break the silence by making small talk about his daughter May but he doesn't answer me. He's 30 or so, not rude when we are alone just cordial. I thought he's started to warm up a bit towards me this past few months. Seems I was wrong!

When we get to our hotel room, my mouth falls open in awe. Even as the daughter of one of the richest men in the world, this luxury is way of my imagination.

How much are you paying for this , Morales?.
I nearly blurt the question our my but I know I shouldn't. I manage to hold the thought.

Well, maybe that's just how I'm wired. No matter how much my dad has tried to spoil me, I always had a boundary to the luxury. I never wanted the luxury life i was seemingly entitled to, to get in my head!

I can't begin to describe the opulence of our hotel suite. No words could capture the magnificence.

It's a ten star hotel no doubt, scratch my initial observation of it being five star.

Morales dismisses his security and faces me as he steps out of the suite. The room is brightly lit , light from an overhead chandelier bouncing on his bronze skin.

He's handsome. I think in awe long forgetting where we are , I stare at him openly. The flat screen TV is on and a local Chinese news channel is playing but we both seem to notice.

"We're leaving here in two days." Morales says breaking our staring contest.

"We are? Where to?" I ask in surprise

"We'll be leaving here for Paris." He replies shortly.

I do a little happy dance. I thought we were spending our honey moon here.

"I have a meeting with prospective investors there in three days time. They requested I come with you, my wife."

Disappointment weighs heavily on my chest but I do my best to hide it. Morales seems to notice because he frowns at my expression his mouth opening and closing like he wants say something, to apologise, probably.

He taps his left foot subtly on the heavily carpeted floor and he opens and closes his left hand quickly and my gaze flicks there.

Morales never fidgets, he's never showing signs of distress. What could be bothering him?
I open my mouth to ask him but close it again, this is my wedding night. I'm going to have sweet s*x with the man I love without anything stopping it. Not even our nervousness.

I give him a small smile. We're still standing across each other in the vast hotel suite.

I had ditched my wedding dress for an easy gown. A princess cut sweetheart neckline white gown with D-Orsay gold pumps. I made my hair into a neat bun over my head.

"I'll go take a bath now." I say, hastily leaving the room to find the bathroom before he can say anything else.