Last Tulip

Chapter 6: Honeymoon Flirts

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Talia
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My head feels heavy. My body feels weak. My mind is full. Yet, my stomach is empty. My emotions are unexplainable.

Currently, we are on his parents' private jet heading to Hawaii. This 'honeymoon trip' is said to be a gift from his mom. When I gained knowledge about this trip at the wedding reception, I wanted to run away.

It's bad enough for me to get married with some stranger, and a mαn-wh0re for that matter, now I have to spend two weeks with him away from my world? I hate my life.

He has never shown me any sign of him being a gentleman. He is the worst human being that existed in this world. How the heck could girls torment this kind of creature?

I am feeling cold from my wedding dress and he sat opposite to me snoring like a sleeping koala. His mouth hanging open and I can slightly see a little liquid dripping out of it.

I wanted to call the flight attendant but I don't know where to find the button to fetch them. This so called husband of mine is a useless jerk.

A few hours after, we landed on our destination. Some man was waiting for us and is standing by a black shiny car.

I ask the flight attendant who came near us if where the bathroom is and if where our luggage is. She pointed me to the further back side of the jet which reveals a cream colored door.

She opens the door and lets me in. There in the middle was a large bed. A paper bag stood in the middle of the large bed. Curious as from whom and for who the paper bag belongs to, I ask her.

"Some elder couple instructed one of the crews to place it here, Ma'am."

"OK, you may leave." then she left.

I glide to the location of the paper bag and saw a note.

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"Talia, sweetheart.

We know you have no knowledge of this trip, so here is something for you to wear as you land in Hawaii. I asked Mary to pack your clothes the last minute.

Have a great honeymoon. Bring back our grandchild, OK!

Love,
Mom and Dad"
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Grandchild? Are they serious? No way! I refuse to have š€x with this mαn-wh0re! From what he told me just before the wedding, I'll make sure to give him what he wanted.

Removing the contents of the paper bag, I am so eager to get out of this huge white piece of material they call wedding dress. I change into a cotton sleeveless, V-neck maxi dress in jersey with a green and black printed pattern. It even has a removable tie at waist. Mother and Father are really sticking to their guns. This place is supposed to be hot yet they picked a dress that reached my ankles.

Removing my Prada Sandal, I change into a thin, silver colored Havaianas flip flops. Now at least the flip flops are comfortable. I know that my hair is in complicated knots right now, so I left it the way it is. I turn my heels and headed for the door. As I open the door, I noticed the flight attendant still standing outside the door. I asked her to have someone pack my wedding dress and sandal and made sure to include them with together with our luggage.

I made my way out of the room and out of the plane. The man was still standing by the car while holding the back door open. Some husband he is; he couldn't even wait for me before he gets in the car. What a gentleman he is.

My rage for his gentle-manliness made me ignore the kind man who held the door and just hopped on the car with a foul mood. It is bad enough that I have to endure a week with this horrible man in such a beautiful island, now I have to endure his wonderful attitude as well? My life just keeps getting better and better.