There's nothing I love more than a good vacation.
The buttery rays of the sun on my skin, the salty breeze to play with my hair and the lull of crashing waves not a few meters away from where I lay on the golden sand. Harry's charming self and delightful mood is another plus, my husband doesn't cease to surprise me with his charm and his flirtatious behavior— of course I expected nothing less from him, considering the line of women he'd had before he was to marry me. In fact, I'd thought he would proceed with his weekly flings and one night stands even after we were legally bound. But this, this caring, doting, craving man was a side I was beginning to love. My heart thudded against my chest, a smile played with my lips as I began to realize that I might be falling for him.
"Where'd you run off to, sweetheart?"
I snapped my eyes toward him and tried not to make my gaping too obvious. He stood inches away from the towel I was lying on, a pair of trunks sticking to his muscled thighs and the arc between his legs practically taunting me. His sculpted chest glowed a tempting caramel under the sun and the pearls of water on his tan skin glinted to the teasing.
"You keep looking at me like that and I'm going to have to fuck you right here, in plain sight, for everyone to see," there was a dark edge in his voice, and the vile image of him having his dirty way with me whilst thousand of eyes to bare witness has me disturbingly turned on.
He tilts his head, eyes narrowing in concentration then flashing with realization. Said eyes darken as they gradually move over the rest of my bikini clad body with corrupted intentions, and then oh so slowly, he lowers to a squat, eyes focused on me and the mundane movement has me gulping, heated, all sorts of aroused, it's almost frustrating.
"You want that, don't you? You want me to fuck you right here, hard, fast and filthy out in the open," he groans, reaching over to thumb my bottom lip, "yeah I'd want that too, claim this body for everyone to see, for every man that's been eyeing you since we got here," he growls, "but I won't, because only I have wanted access to this body, to the sounds you make when I'm buried to the hilt inside you. They're all mine, you are all mine." His fingers play with the strings on my hip and the only thing I can hear is the rush of blood in my ears and the sounding thump of my radically beating heart in my chest.
"I'm parched." The words tumbled out of my almost motionless mouth. Harry has a gleeful look on his roguish face, no doubt getting a kick out of my troubled and aroused state.
I jump to my feet and avoid his gaze by reaching for my sarong and make work with wrapping it around my waist. I was indeed, very much so turned on by his dirty confessions, they'd excited me, made me feel desired, wanted. And a part of me almost leaped at the idea of him having me in such a public setting, after already having a taste of his talents last night, I'd let him have me anywhere he pleased. But Harry was a very public figure, much to my dismay, and I was not looking forward to being on tomorrow's headlines with a very indecent picture of the two of us on the week of our honeymoon out of all events.
I slip on my watermelon sized sunglasses and fast walk to the bar. The beach is swarming with bodies, tourists busying themselves with tanning, some locals playing volleyball while the rest entertain themselves in the water, and a number of stalls littered the place selling bags of snacks and paper plates of edibles I am yet to know the name of, causing crowds to line up for the delicacies.
"Two cocktails please," I don't bother sitting down, using the idle time to admire my surrounding.
I'm almost lost in a trance when my ringtone breaks through my reverie.
"Cami?" I whisper lowly, eyeing the bar carefully.
"Lola? Honey, is that you?" I'm almost in tears at the sound of her voice, and I do another sweep of the entrance, making certain the space is clear of Harry or anyone suspicious before I respond.
"Yes it's me, it's so good to hear your voice after so long," I carry my glass to a spot furthest from the entrance and the crowd.
"Oh I've missed you Lola, I hope you're doing great. That husband of yours better be treating you right you hear me? And I'm so sorry I wasn't there for you wedding, I promise I'll see you as soon as all of this is over," my smile is watery, and my heart is achy and swollen. I didn't realize how much I'd loose when I had to leave, how much I'd miss my best friend.
"It's not your fault Cam, you know you'd be my maid of honor if you'd have been able to attend right?" I sniffle and wipe off a stray tear.
"Oh darling, no tears now do you understand? We'll find a way out of this for you, and you'll be able to us and your family soon. Now, you tell me all about that delicious specimen of yours," I laugh through the tears at her snappiness, she's always been the mouthy harpy, the most entertaining out of all of my friends.
And so I dive in to the weeks she'd missed out, the events she wasn't present for and the truths that hide in the murkiest depths of my mind. I could go hours talking to her and I wouldn't notice the time, as it always was for us. She shrieks and giggles in joy at the news of my broken virginity and the hours Harry had spent committing himself to my body last night. The wedding wasn't much of a cause for celebration, mostly due to her absence which she asks me to disregard and promises we'll have time to make up for in the future.
I'm currently absorbed in catching her up on my day to take notice of the man storming up up to me, and only as I hear his fuming do I decline the call and immediately straighten up in my seat.
"Do you know how long it's been?" He demands first, sliding into the seat across me.
"I-"
"It's been over two hours Beth, two hours since you left me on the beach to get a drink, and I find you here. Drink untouched and you, lost in some unfathomable world, on your phone. Do you know how worried I've been?" His fist meets the table and I jump at the action.
"I was just talking to an old friend, I'm sorry Harry, I didn't realize-"
"Bullshit! Don't you try to slither your way out of this Lisbeth, I know your intentions, the sick games you play me with," his features darken beyond recognition, the way he speaks, the way he looks at me, it's like he became a complete stranger.
"What are you saying?"
"Admit it, you took your time on purpose, because you like it when I come chasing after you, don't you? You like playing hard to get, you think you're somehow entitled, well guess what, you're nothing to me, understand? The only reason I married you was to get my father off my case, and well, you're quite a good fuck to have once in a while," the quick urge to puke my guts out, cry more than a river and lay myself to waste is what I manage to refrain from doing. Well, not while he sits right before me. My heart feels nothing less than a rotten corpse being daggered at by vultures, which is exactly what Harry did with every nasty bullet that came out of his mouth. God, it almost feels like he played target practice with my heart, my poor, poor heart.
"I'll see you after dinner." Only when he walks passed the threshold of the bar and leaves my sight do I allow the streams of tears to fall.
I suddenly feel all too dirty, used, and disgusting. My heart is battered and bruised, as is my body, and I force myself to restrain the nausea, at least until I get back to the hotel and well, I don't feel like running into my husband anytime soon so I'll just have to stay put until I feel well enough to make a move.
Was anything he said true? Did it really seem as if I were playing hard to get? Stringing him along? I myself know what it feels like to be lead on and dumped right before I was able to comprehend what had happened. In one word, it was unpleasant. But it wasn't my intention, and Harry's words were almost accusing. It was such a wonderful morning, I was happy after my chat with Camila and then, it was like someone pulled a gun on me.
Whether I was playing a game or not, it was no excuse for him to speak so insultingly and disrespectfully towards me. And so I order a beer this time, and I ask the waiter to keep them coming. It was time to let loose for once and just forget.