I left her in our room to give her some privacy for her to change.
Leaning on to one of the trees near the shore I waited for her to come out.
I scanned around the place. I agreed this place was really a paradise. Elle keeps on saying to me since we arrived she never got tired of admiring the beauty of this place.
This was exclusively for elites. Only those big time and high personalities gets to enter this place.
What's taking her so long?
I continued to wait for her when I heard giggles at one side of the place.
I glanced on that direction and there I saw three women waving their hands to me. I didn't show them any reaction.
I just looked at them blankly. Their face showed dissappointment.
I have no plans on entertaining any woman except Sofia.
I was a mess back then but when I met Sofia and when we started dating I felt I became a changed man.
One time I decided to take things to the next level. I planned every single detail to make sure everything goes perfect for my proposal.
Proposal...
Yes. I was asking for her hand in marriage but to my dismay she rejected it.
She explained to me that she wasn't ready to settle down.
I respected her decision and I told her I was willing to wait until she's ready.
But it didn't erase the fact that I was disappointed of what she did. I planned everything to be perfect and her 'yes' was the only thing that was needed to complete it.
The only funny thing is that I couldn't see myself marrying Sofia. She doesn't really have the characteristics of a wife.
For more than 2 years of dating her she cared more about her modeling career and shopping.
When we go out we spend 30 minutes to dine and most of the time she would tour around the mall and shop.
It was always like that but still I wanted to settle down already. All I knew is that I love her and it was enough reason for me to ask her hand in marriage.
Atleast that's what I thought.
'Shit. That chick is hot'
I snapped out from my reverie when I started hearing praises of a certain someone.
Out of pure curiousity I turned my head on the 'chick' those guys were talking about.
Shit.
Three words...
Drop. Dead. Gorgeous.
She was turning her head as if she was looking for someone. Once she saw me a smile was placed on her lips.
Walking towards me was Elle wearing a white two piece covered in a thin cloth above it.
As she walked she looked so stunning yet so innocent.
Seeing her made all thoughts of Sofia slip away from my mind.
'I've got to have that chick.'
And hearing that shit made me furious.
I didn't know why but it made me look at that guy who said that and I shot daggers at himFuck you. She's my wife.
I was busy shooting daggers at the guys who keeps on staring and complimenting Sydelle that I didn't notice her as she reached my place.
She stared at me and raised her right hand touching my forehead trying to remove the crease on It as I frowned.
"What's with the face Marco?"
She asked me worried.
Automatically my expression softened. Why does she have to be so caring? Why does she have to be so innocent?
Can't she see those bastards looking at her as if they were undressing her?
"What the heck are you wearing?!"
I snapped.
Suddenly her expression changes from worried to shock then to confusion.
She looked at me then to her piece of clothing then back to me.
"Huh? I'm wearing the exact same thing girls wear on a beach."
her answer made me ran my fingers through my hair and I looked at her with an are-you-freaking-kidding-me-look.
She wasn't bothered at all. She was staring at me with mouth open.
"Hot" I heard her say.
What the?
She really had the time to drool over me while I was busy looking for a way to get rid of those bastards staring at her.
"You shouldn't wear that thing. Please do change to your clothes earlier."
That's the time she stopped drooling and She started to scan the whole place as she saw those guys looking over her. I even heard one of them whistled.
How dare him?!
From the guys she looked at me again but this time with a playful look.
"Do you really expect me to go for a swim with my PJ's on? That would be so weird hun."
She said mockingly tapping her right hand on my Left cheek.
Now I regret why I let her changed. I'd rather let her wear those pj's than this.
She walked pass me towards the ocean with her hips swaying from side to side.
She was showing her playful side and...
I kinda liked it.
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Best Mistake
Ficção GeralA story of chasing and fighting for someone you love. A wife that begs for her to be loved back by her heartless husband who doesn't care for her. She fought alone in the battle of love. She cares but was taken for granted, She loves but isn't lov...