The Artist's Wife (BWWM)

Chapter 6~ Drives

I wasn't into the idea of going on a honeymoon with my new husband from the start, it was all Beatrice's great idea. Once that woman got going, there was no stopping her at all.

During the wedding preparations, the topic had come up but I had brushed it aside until it came back to bite me in the ass. I had learnt of the honeymoon from my over-excited mother-in-law, who no doubt hoped I would come back to inform her that I was pregnant.

Not going to happen mama White.

The morning of our flight to the Caribbeans, I was already at the private hangar in Bastard's plane and surprise, surprise, he was running late and delaying us. At this point, I wasn't surprised anymore because it seemed the guy had made annoying me his sole mission in life. After our wedding night's little episode, I hadn't seen him at all and quite frankly didn't care what he did to himself.

I pulled my black, curly hair out of its ponytail and pulled up the hood of my green, cropped hoodie before leaning into my seat. Might as well get comfortable because heaven knows how long The Jade-Eyed Bastard was planning to delay us. I was partly glad to leave the freezing New York weather for the considerably warmer Caribbeans. The snow had been light at first but had turned heavy after a while and the weather was borderline freezing. I didn't really mind the snow because Christmas was never actually complete without it but I was freezing my ass out.

I popped in my earbuds and smiled at the thought of how I had spent Christmas morning with both my parents and husband's parents, we had this big breakfast at the White mansion with all the family members still around and of course Bastard was absent. It was funny that none of these people had given birth to me, yet they treated me like their blood. I felt so blessed sometimes.

Mindy was absent though, I reckoned that she was still seething over the marriage issue. Not like I cared what happened to her, that girl had hated me since her parents adopted me. I often wondered what her problem was and even tried to get along with her but it was of no use. She always found fault in my actions.

So I gave up on my sister.

I was closing my eyes, ready to take a nap when I spotted something so displeasing that it might have been a joke altogether. It was Gerard alright, but the displeasing sight was the redhead from that night clinging to his arm. She wore a tight, black dress so short, I could see her whole goods without her bending fully. Her mass of bright red hair was pulled into a high ponytail and she wore a smirk which indicated she was enjoying the situation very much.

Bastard on the other hand looked the Roman god the tabloids swore he was ( I really should stop reading that crap), with the dark jeans and black hoodie. His eyes warily met mine for a second and I could have sworn I saw a glimmer of foreign emotion flash through before he masked it. Then the eyes came across as bored as usual before he looked away from me.

Violence is never the answer. The number of times I've said this...

The redhead giggled before standing on her tiptoes to whisper in his ear, he frowned barely giving her a smile to whatever was so amusing to her. I had a feeling that the girl was irritating him as much as she irritated me but I didn't understand why he kept her around. She pouted, seeing he wasn't amused and huffed off to the interior part of the plane where the rooms were located.

Gerard and I embarked on a fierce staredown until I tore my eyes off his, no one could possibly stare into those pools of jade for so long. I felt like he was challenging me to say something, to yell or at least, give a reaction. Well, sorry asshole, your antics don't hurt me.

I smirked then leaned back into my seat and closed my eyes, ready for my nap. The Jade-Eyed Bastard and the redhead could go skydive over the Pacific for all I cared.