"Options... I've ran out of Options..." (Book 3)

Chapter 46 - "HairCuts and Sun Tans + Fancy Dinner..."

Chapter 46 - "HairCuts and Sun Tans + Fancy Dinner..."

Clara's PoV

'I've done it. I've booked an appointment for a hair cut' John said proud of himself.

'A hair cut? You haven't cut your hair in weeks? I thought you were growing out?' I asked confused. 'You know the whole November thing?'

'That's just for beards and it's time for that to go and put the designer stubble back - I just feel like changing it up a little' he grinned. I'm going to change my hair style before we go home. Come home the new and improved John Smith' he grinned. 'Plus by the time we get home it won't be November' he pointed out which was true.

'Right. Well while you change your hair style - I'm going to the beach. There's not long left for me to get a tan' I complained. I couldn't go home without a tan.

It would be like going to Canada and not going skiing. I had to get a tan.

I threw my flowery dress over my bikini, put my book and sunglasses in my bag and found my sandals, kissed him quickly and left the little villa.

He said he would join me at the beach later, and to sit where we normally sit so he could find me.

When he did find me I was in shock at just how much he had, had cut off.

'What the hell did you do?' I scoffed.

'I didn't take that much off. I've just neatened it up. Your always complaining about how it's all tangly and messy' he said confused.

'I like it all tangly and messy. Why would you think that cutting off all your hair is a good idea?'

'Well it wasn't all of it in my defence, and you said it's a mess?' He asked confused.

'Well it was but I don't understand why you would cut it all off? I preferred it before. And now your designer stubble is gone' I pouted.

'There's no winning with yo-- Hold up what did you do to your skin?' He asked a little confused.

'What do you mean?'

'You've gone all brown? And red? Did you have a spray tan or something?'

'Umm no. That was the plan but then I hit up the beach? I mean I know I fell asleep but it wasn't for too long?'

'Wait did I just wake you up?'

'No'

'Liar' he scoffed then grinned. 'Actually not my problem. Bet you didn't but sun block on?' He smirked evilly.

'No'

'I am not holding your hair when you've got sun stroke' he scoffed sitting down on the sand in front of my towel and started with the bucket and space.

'What happened to "your 35? Why are you building sand castles?"'

'Who wouldn't want to build a sandcastle?' He smirked as I rummaged through my bag and then his pocket as well. 'Where are you going?'

'To get a cheap braid in my hair because they look awesome' I hummed wandering away from him.

- - -

'Is it bad that I find the brain kind of sexy?' He mumbled as I sat at the end of the bed doing my make up to go out for dinner when I felt him start to crawl up the bed and kiss my neck.

'It is really considering they're aimed at children. Is swear the guy probably thought I was 20?'

'That's because you could easily get away with being 20. That is a complement' he said rolling his eyes.

'I'm supposed to be getting ready and your sure as hell doing a brilliant job at distracting me' I said rolling my eyes as he latched onto my waist from behind.

I could already see what the idiot was doing before I felt his hands start to roam from behind.

'John?' I warned knowing I wasn't really fighting the urge to turn around and surprise him I just wanted to see how far he would go before I jumped him.

What was even more embarrassing was that we had become like two overly hormonal teenagers over the course of this honeymoon because it didn't exactly seem to phase either of us when I pounced on him and he was inside me without either of us bothering to take our dressing downs of.

- - -

'Whoa. You clean up pretty good when you want too' John smirked admiring my set up.

The dress was shockingly tight. A lot tighter than when I tried it on to be honest.

It was what I like to call my cocktail dress and the last time I wore it, it was on a date with Danny I'm sure.

Either way it was pretty sexy and definitely had John on his toes.

'Well you too. Got to say I don't like your hair short for sex. There's just nothing to grip too' I whined.

'Then don't grip' he purred in my ear as I rolled my eyes at his idea of sexy talk.

'Come on idiot. We've got a fancy dinner to go to' I scoffed and boy was if fancy.

- - -

'Bloody hell did you see that waiters face?' I smirked as I picked my heels up from the floor of the car and carried them into the villa.

'He was one posh bastard. He's clearly never seen anyone from the depths of London before'

'Your not from London. You've lived in rough areas in Chicago. You've been held at gun point. Your as rough as they come' I said rolling my eyes dumping the shoes and the dress very much at the front door relieved to be out of it. I could breathe now.

'Well maybe if you hadn't have stated snorting as a joke'

'Oh please he was an ignorant pig' I said rolling my eyes and collapsing on the bed in just my push up bra and knickers leaving nothing at all to the imagination.

However before I knew it John was down to just his underwear as well and sat on top of me.

'Does the sex never get old with me?' I asked seriously.

'Old?'

'You know:.. like do you ever feel like when you have sex with me that you could get something from someone better?' I hummed, pushing my bra off.

It want exactly very arousing to talk about him sleeping with other people but it was something that had burnt with me a long time.

'I would ever get sex any better with anyone else. No one else will let me do this' he growled lifting my arms above my head.

I'll leave the rest of the evening to your imagination.