His last minute bride

26

It had been the most boring one week. Don had not done anything other than work, and guess what, as his secretary I have to work too which makes it even more boring.

Luckily the hotel room we're both staying has two separate rooms but we have to share a parlor (even though he's barely ever there).

The only thing I've enjoyed in this stupid honeymoon is the great view from outside and the free access to any food of my choice.

He still hadn't talked about the kiss so I guessed he was probably not going to say a thing about it, maybe we were just supposed to act like nothing happened.

“Guess what he was doing when I left that boring hotel room.”

“Working?” Hane chuckled because she was well aware that was the answer

I creased my brow. “Yes and that is so frustrating.” I folded my legs together, placing a pillow on it where I rested both elbow, intertwining my fingers to lay my chin on it.

“Why is it so frustrating?” Hane had a teasing smile on while she was sitting on the bed opposite me.

This whole week, I'd been going to Hane's room to try reduce the boredom Don was giving me.

“Why won't it be? Why would one bring another person to a new country just to overwork them?” I scoffed.

Hane's smile had widened. “What else did you expect to happen on your honeymoon?” She winked earning a dramatic gasp from me.

“You've got dirty mind you this girl.” I threw the pillow at her, causing a giggle to escape her.

“I came here thinking you'd help me overcome this annoying boredom instead you're here saying shit.” I picked my phone from beside me on the bed.

“Okay okay, I'm sorry.” She said in between laughter, only causing me to roll my eyes while I scanned my Instagram account.

A lot of people were waiting for me to post a photo with Don. I might have done so if the stupid Don even cared about my presence.

“Maybe we should go have a drink or something, it might help cool your brain.” A smile appeared on my lips at her suggestion.

I lowered my phone to stare at her. “Now you're making good suggestions, let me go change to something more, you know club like then I'd come join you.”

I stood up from the bed, scampering out of her room. I headed to the elevator, pressing the button.

I ambulated in as soon as the doors separated, pressing my floor and watching as the doors closed.

The elevator dinged and the doors separated. I scurried to the room ‘8G’ inserting my card into the hole.

The door opened, which I closed once inside.

Don was not in the parlor, obviously in his room, not that I expected him to be out of that very frustrating room.

I went to my room, changed into a red gown that lay few inches below my butt and showed a slightly indecent amount of my cleavage. It had a V-cut on both side of it revealing my smooth skin.

I wanted to head out when I decided it wouldn't be nice to not let Don know I'd be going out.

I ambled to his room, knocking lightly on his door.

“Come in.” Of course, that stern tone.

I opened the door, not bothering to shut it when I was inside.

He was sitting on the desk he had in his room. I had no idea why he had one. His room was even bigger than mine and the view was perfect, the bed was a very beautiful king sized bed.

He scanned me from head to toe, irritation evident in his expression.

I rolled my eyes. “Can I use your car to go to a fancy club? I've never been to one before and if I recall clearly, you said it yesterday that I could go as a V.I.P to any club I want to.”

His irritated expression didn't waver.

“What? I'm just going to a club, I could change if you don't mind my dressing.”

“I never said that.” He turned back to whatever he was doing on his laptop. “You can go.”

I giggled, leaving the room quickly before he changed his mind.

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-Don Jones-

I was finally done with my work for the day, checking the time on the wall clock which read 9 p.m.

I wasn't sure if Eri was back from the club yet, but if she wasn't it was getting late and I wasn't comfortable with her coming this late.

I stood up from the chair, sauntering out of my room to the parlor.

She was obviously not in her room. Why hadn't she come home yet. Gosh, I didn't even have any idea which driver she took so I'd call the driver.

Her lateness was driving me crazy.

Just then, the door opened. A flood of relief ran through me when I saw her walk in.

She looked so wasted. Was she drunk? Obviously she was, with her hair lay roughly on her head like she'd pulled it or something.

I hurried to catch her before she could fall from her staggering.

She stared at me and my goodness she reeked of alcohol, that was frustrating.

“You,” she started, her feet unable to stand straight, “why are you so mean? Why must you work everyday and everytime?”

I walked her to the couch, throwing her on it.

“Why would you get drunk?” I asked like she was going to give me an answer.

“Don't you know how frustrating it is?” Her tone was filled with hurt. “First of all I started working as your secretary, then you offered me $3000000 to get married to you for two years.”

Why was she suddenly listing it?

“Then we're married and you suddenly kiss me.” That made my heart beat ten times faster, not like she was in the right mind to notice. “And you act like nothing happened and then take me on some honeymoon just to work and overwork me.”

The kiss, why did she have to bring it up? It had taken over my thoughts ever since it happened.

I didn't plan on kissing her, but at that moment, the intimacy between us, I just couldn't resist it. Gosh this is annoying.

I called for some female workers to give her a shower, change her clothes and put her to bed.

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