My husband

HOW HARD COULD IT BE TO MAKE A MAN FALL IN LOVE

   

    It was very hard to make a man fall in love, Racheal concluded in frustration. She was lying on the bed in one of the lingerie sets she and Claire had bought, intentionally leaving the covers off and hiking her leg up so her ass was on full display in the sheer shorts and slim strap gown and Nicholas had not once glanced at her, not when she'd walked out of the bathroom or when she'd sat at the dresser combing her hair with extreme exaggeration and not even now that she was arched on the bed in his line of sight.

     Huffing, she turned over and stared at the ceiling, it had been a week since they got to the island and six days since that she'd been wearing different lingeries and lounging around wherever Nicholas was. He didn't so much as acknowledge her presence whether he was at the breakfast bar on his phone or watching tv in the living room or he was sitting on the couch in the room with a pillow on his lap working on his laptop like he was now.

     They had been civil with each other after that night, greeting each other good morning and goodnight and maintaining each other's side of the bed. It was obvious Nicholas was doing everything in his power to avoid her, it was like he was barely putting up with her. He had his coffee in the morning always having woken up before her, room service always had food in the suite already so he was usually having breakfast before her, then they'd both mutter a good morning and Racheal would sit to eat. He was mostly done when she started so he left and she didn't see him until later in the evening which was when she'd wear her outfits and try to get a reaction out of him. She was failing woefully as it was.

     Resigned she picked an extra blanket from the closet and her phone and went to sit by the beach. She wrapped herself in the blanket and sat in the sand gazing out into the water, this was mostly how her evenings were. She either ended up falling asleep in whatever position she has assumed and ended up having to go to the bed when she woke up in the middle of the night if Nicholas hadn't been in the room that evening. The jerk couldn't even carry her to bed!. Or she came to sit at the beach. After the third day she refused to call Claire and didn't pick her calls too although she texted her to tell her about her failure of the previous day, it was much easier not letting her disappointment and turmoiled emotions show over texts.

     She tried really hard not to cry but that didn't stop the tears from filling her eyes, deciding that she was done wasting  her time as she cried silently, she searched for art stores on the island and was pleased to find one that had what she needed. With renewed resolve to enjoy her stay she sat at the beach and enjoyed the scenery already picturing all the drawings she was going to work on.

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   Nicholas stood at the screen door watching Racheal at the beach, a smile tugged at his lips just looking at her. It has damn near taken steel control to stop himself from grabbing her anytime she wore one of those sexy lingeries of hers, not to give her exactly what she wanted because he knew was she was asking for, he wasn't sure who wanted it bad more between them both, he walked around with a perpetual hard on now whether or not she was around. He avoided staying in the suite until he couldn't anymore taking the car he had rented on a drive around the island. He'd find a new spot everyday to wait the day out until he had to go back to the suite and there he'd find her plotting another seduction.  It was hard not to watch her strut around the room swinging that ass he wanted to bite knowing the only thing covering her pussy was some flimsy sheer lace. Fuck she was sexy. He found himself waiting very eagerly every evening for the moment she would come out of the bathroom to join him wherever he was in the suite, wanting to see what the minx had in store for him and he'd not once been disappointed. He particularly loved the red number she'd worn this evening and he couldn't help himself, reaching down to give his cock a firm squeeze. Pretending to work on his laptop had been very hard, as he could barely take his eyes off her and her delectable position on the bed. Sighing in resignation of having to use his hand to find some relieve in the shower later while she slept. He decided to try and get done work done now that he didn't have to try to tear his eyes off her body while pretending not to be looking. But as he sat on the couch and picked his laptop, his eyes strayed to the bed where she'd been splayed only minutes ago and he just knew that he wasn't going to get anything done.

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  Racheal waited for Nicholas to leave as usual once he had his breakfast, she stuffed bread into her month and went to put on a sun dress and call a cab. She grabbed her bag once the driver confirmed arrival and left the suite.

   Finding the shop was easier than she thought, and she found everything she needed from pencils to sketch pads to colors and pads. She stopped at a local restaurant and had a feast of seafood and spaghetti. The restaurant had a deck over the ocean so she sat there with her many bags of purchases and captured the moments around her, she didn't notice until there was not enough natural light to continue what she was working on that she'd spent most of the day at the restaurant, ordering coffee and their killer doughnuts  steadily, it was amazing to not worry about someone recognizing her or paparazzi disturbing her peace.

    She called a cab and like the rest of the people that inhabited the island found that the driver was nice, she was laughing with him about a story he'd been telling her when he pulled over in front of the suite, they were still chatting and laughing as he helped her bring her bags down and she paid bidding him goodnight and watching him drive off.

    She bent to pick her the bags when it suddenly felt like the night had grown still, she turned to find Nicholas standing at the door glaring at her

    "Where have you been all day?" He growled