The story of Jasmine and Chris Brown

The honeymoon part 2

             “Baby, we're almost there.” Chris says to me and I wake up. His breath smells of strawberries and champagne I sit up straight to find a flute of champagne and a bowl of strawberries waiting for me too. My stomach reaches for them eagerly.

“What did you dream about?” He asks casually.

“Why?” I ask.

“Because you were talking in your sleep again.” He says, amused.

“Oh God. I was dreaming about when you proposed to me.” I say. “What was I saying?”

“Nevermind that, Baby. Eat up.” He commands gently. I do as I'm told.

            After I finish my breakfast the plane lands and the steward collects our things. We make our way out of the plane and are greeted by bouncers. They lead us to our car and Chris' head of security collects our travel stuff.

“Where to now, Mr. Brown?” I ask with a smile. Feeling like a child on Christmas eve.

“To our house of course.” Chris says casually. As if it was nothing to own a house, in Jamaica! I look at him and gasp but he just keeps looking out the window, smirking.

“Where's this house then?” I ask, trying to hide my excitement.

“Wait and see, Babes. Just wait and see.” He cups the back of his head with his hands and carries on staring into space.

            The car journey is long and silent. Not uncomfortably so but enough for me to get all fidgety. We pass palm trees and sandy beaches. It is so hot outside that I can see people walking on the pavement barefoot and in barely any clothes. The blue sky practically radiates joy. Any of the sites we've passed so far could easily have been something from a postcard.

           A thought pops into my head this is probably nothing compared to where we're going to be staying, knowing Chris I blush and look over at him. He's staring at the back of the passenger seat. Bored. 

            We sit in the car for about half an hour more before either of us speaks again. “We're almost there, Babes.” He says whilst watching for my reaction. I raise an eyebrow at him until the car turns a corner.

            If I thought the places we'd passed before had been picturesque then this place was heaven on earth. We pass a bunch of gigantic white houses that must have about twelve bedrooms each. I spot a house that's made mainly of glass and can see an indoor pool! A man of about thirty-five or forty lounges on a posh reclining chair whilst young women in their twenties wearing skimpy bikinis wonder around with platters holding glasses of champagne. One even held a phone! A woman also in her twenties with stylish blonde hair wearing a red silk Japanese dressing gown and matching flip flops struts into the room and starts arguing with the man.

              Inside another house I see a teenage couple snogging on her bed (I guess because of the teddies and Orlando Bloom poster) ,despite the fact her parents are calling her downstairs. Then I notice another boy is waiting at the door.

            We drive to the top of the hill and that's when I see the biggest, most beautiful house of all. Painted white with black window frames, front door and trimmings. The house is surrounded by fantastic black iron fencing that reaches around seven feet high!

“This is our house, Baby. Hope you like it.” Chris says, I feel his lips brush against my ear, down my neck to the hollow of  my throat as he speaks. Making me shudder.

            As we stop and wait for the gates to open automatically, I take a look at the garden. It's kept unbelievably neat, honeysuckle and Queen Elisabeth roses grow to the left near the fencing to block prying eyes. Dragon snaps and another orange flower I don't know the name of  grow along the right-hand side The right of the garden becomes a smooth driveway whilst the left stays grassy and makes home to a cherry blossom tree. Beneath the vast tree a bench is stationed. I imagine the cherry blossoms falling whilst Chris and I sit on that bench.