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06 | the honeymoon (part one)

Bali was gorgeous.

Tiffany was annoying.

Noah was an ass.

We haven't even been off the plane for twenty minutes yet, and I already knew that this was going to be a grueling vacation. Luckily, I'd have my own hotel room away from my two trip mates so it wouldn't be very difficult to avoid them.

We rode on Noah's private jet here, and I spent the entire flight sleep or on my phone, not paying Noah or Tiffany any attention. Not that they seemed to care. Tiffany was all over Noah for the majority of the flight, and Noah didn't care one bit. He drank up every drop of her attention. It probably fueled his massive ego.

And to think, I had begun to like the guy.

Noah had reserved the entire resort, selecting a small group of staff to work while we were here. I figured it was for privacy. It would be a huge scandal if it broke that Noah brought his newly wed wife and his side piece on his honeymoon. I didn't want to get caught in that.

I began to regret my decision to marry Noah. Who knows how long we'll have to stay married for? I don't want to sit idly by while Noah galivants off with woman after woman. I know that after a while it's going to affect me negatively whether I like it or not.

But obviously it was too late to back out. We would be in even deeper shit if we split up right after our second wedding. I was stuck with him.

I might as well make the most of it.

The drive to the resort was thankfully short. I didn't know how much longer I could handle hearing Tiffany's voice gush over the excursions the resort offered. I began to feel guilty about being mean to Tiffany. I didn't know the girl, and I'm positive she knows the situation that Noah and I are in. She hadn't even batted an eyelash at me, which did admittedly rub me the wrong way, but other than that she's done nothing to me. I decided to ignore her and Noah as much as possible this entire trip.

Out of sight, out of mind.

I was in Bali for fuck's sake. This was the ultimate self-care pampering trip for myself. And boy did I need it.

I began to get excited for the trip. I loved vacations, and unfortunately I didn't get to take them often because of work, especially not out of the country. I was going to savor this time while I had it.

We pulled up to the resort, being greeted immediately by the resort staff. Another van pulled up behind us, our three body guards piling out. I quietly hummed to myself in appreciation. At least there was some eye candy on this trip.

Two of them flocked to Noah and Tiffany, following a few feet behind them as we were led to our villas. The third followed me, but I slowed down so we could walk side by side.

"What's your name?" I questioned, adjusting the strap of the duffle bag on my shoulder. It was digging into my neck.

"Adrian," he said, swiftly taking my duffle bag from me and slinging it over his own shoulder. His muscles flexed as he did so. I bit back an impressed smile.

Hm, a gentleman and quite the looker.

"I'm Ella, but you probably already knew that," I laughed.

"Shouldn't you be the one up there with your husband?"

I snorted. "I'm trying to have fun on this trip. That would be fun for no one. I'm assuming you know about our situation?"

He shrugged. "Vaguely."

"Well, you won't be spending too much time with them if you're assigned to be with me this whole trip. I'm planning on avoiding them at all costs. Better get used to me."