"But I don't love him!' I sighed turning away
"But Elena we have to become allies with them, it wont be that bad"
"Its bad when you care more about fame then your own daughter!" I said swallowing back my own tears. It's sad when your dad cares more...
I waited for thirty minutes after I was dressed for Elena to be ready. It had to be the most nerve racking thirty minutes of my life. I want even this nervous to get married.
When she finally came down the stairs I was stuck. She looked so fucking good, that I almost don't wanna leave. I wanna stay here and fuck her for hours.
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'Down boy.' I think to myself.
I can't do that. At least not right now, maybe later tonight. Right now I'm going to do something nice for her. But that doesn't mean I'm not gonna stare at her ass while we're at that stupid museum.
"So where are you taking me?" She asks, walking past me with her shoes in her hand.
"It's a surprise my little Bunny." I tease, smacking her ass, as we walk onto the beach and towards the boat.
"Can you stop" She turns and stale faces me.
"You know you like it." I smirk at her, giving her a wink.
She says nothing back. Just rolls her eyes at me and gets on the boat. I followed after her and sat beside hr as the man started up the boat, I relaxed and sat back and I noticed that Elena looked uncomfortable.
"What's wrong Bunny?" I asks.
"Nothing, I just get a little nervous on boats." She says with a bravado, but I hear the slight shakiness in her voice.
"Aawww, are you scared Baby?" I tease her, earning a glare.
"I'm not scared." She says defensively.
"It's okay to be scared Elena." I assure her. "Come here." I pat my right leg, gesturing for her to come and sit on my lap.
"I'm fine." She says definitely, crossing her arms over her chest.
"Come on Bunny," I encourage her with a smirk.
With a big huff and puff she came over, her arms still crossed over her chest she came over and sat on my lap. I wrapped my hands on her waist and brought her close to my. She unfolded her arms and clung to me and it made feel good that she needed me for some sort of comfort. "I hate boats." She mumbles.
"You weren't freaking out when we got here last night." I point out.
"I was," she corrects me. "You were just being too much of an ass to notice that I was freaking out."
'That's fair.' I think to myself, I was being a dick last night and if we're being honest this is something that should've known about before I went and bought her an island. There's actually a lot of things I should know about my wife that I don't. I should've taken some time to get to know her but instead I chose to take that time and use it as a way to train her as my own personal sex toy and now I've spent millions of dollars in a gift that she'll probably never wanna use after this trip.
