Dirty Laundry

Chapter 2: Honeymoon

"Put me down." I said sternly.

He looked down at me and dropped me onto my feet.

"You can stop pretending that you care now, no ones here." I said, removing my veil.

He laughed. "I wasn't pretending. And who told you that I care?" He asked smartly.

I had no type of expression on my face, I just looked around at the bedroom. Hawaii! I thought I had said no honeymoon?...

There were rose petals on the bed, on the black floor carpet. I looked around and candles were lit. I looked down at the table that had a bottle of champagne in an ice bucket, two champagne glasses beside the bucket. I lightly chuckled to myself.

I looked back at him.

"If you think am about to have sex with you. Your so wrong." I watched him remove his black jacket that matched his pants.

"I figured you would say something like that." He smirked. He dropped his jacket onto the sofa and walked up to me.

"What are you doing?" I asked watching him, as I began to move back.

"Nothing," he gave me a cocky smirk. I gritted my teeth. I stumbled onto the bed and quickly pushed myself back up.

He chuckled, walking over to me. He stopped in front of me. He looked down at me and grabbed my hands placing them down onto the mattress, he kept them there with his, he then leaned down to my eye level. Licking his lips as he inhaled my scent.

I turned my head to the side avoiding his eyes.

"I would have loved," he began trailing wet sloppy kisses down my collarbone. "To explore," he smirked, lowering his head to kiss the top of my plump breast. "Your body." He finished, placing his left hand between my thighs.

Causing me to shake uncontrollably. I couldn't take this. This isn't why I married him!

"Stop it!" I yelled, trying to get away from him, but he wasn't having that. I used my right hand to push him back.

But he wasn't moving...

"Stop it! Please..." I trailed off as tears began to escape my eyes.

I felt him breath on me. It became shallow, I felt him slowly pull back. I slowly turned my head in his direction, breathing heavily as I watched him remove his belt.

"What are you about to do?"

"Shower." He said, opening the bathroom door. "The bedroom next door is yours." He said again.

I sat up and sighed. I looked around and heard the shower water start to run. I sat there frozen.

I was stuck, I was all the way in Hawaii, my grandparents are all the way in Atlanta, in the US. This is great. I got up and walked towards my duffle bag, I then grabbed my iPhone out of my duffle bag that laid on the floor. Shit! No service, well isn't this fantastic!