[Mandy's Diary Today]
"What do you see?" he asked skeptically as he placed the towel in his hands on the gallows while the wider towel was still wrapped around his waist. "You look like you're stripping me, Mandy." An eyebrow was pulled up in skepticism.
"N-nothing." I shook my head, pretending to be ignorant. Duh, why was the pounding in my heart getting louder and louder like a war drum?! I put my palm on my chest, trying to calm the pounding which was getting louder and louder—almost breaking into my chest cavity.
"You look nervous." His goddamn smile was on purpose. He stepped closer, freezing me in one glance.
I tilted my body, propping my head up to look at him. "I should be the one saying that. It was your gaze that stripped me naked."
"Hmm." He sighed softly. "It seems my eyes agree with my feelings. My mind said the same as you said just now. I want to undress you."
The liquid in my stomach rose drastically up into my throat, making me choke. He stepped closer. And before I could say anything in response, the towel wrapped around her waist fell in a gentle motion like a tissue in the wind, exposing her entire body. I let out a scream and covered my eyes with both hands.
"Geez, Justin!"
"What, Mandy?" his voice rose.
"That 'thing'!" I pointed to the side, still with my face covered in my palms.
"What's wrong with that 'thing'?" Again he used that annoying tone. Very intentional, pretty sure he silently laughed inside—laughing for dealing with a person like me the rest of his life. I heard his footsteps getting closer.
"You did it on purpose, huh?!" I was pissed off.
"So what if I did it on purpose, huh?" he reversed my question in a much more annoying tone. I could feel the bed I was lying on moving along with its soft creaking sound and the presence of Justin's warm body touching my skin.
Damn, I felt like I wanted to melt on this bed.
*
First Night
[Mandy's Diary Today]
"I just never saw that!" I muffled my words with my palm. "And the last time I saw that was when Steve and I were showering together. That was a long time ago, eighteen years ago!"
I heard Justin sigh in frustration. "Mandy, please. We're married. So it wouldn't hurt you to see that." He added with a grunt.
I shook my head. You could say that I was stupid, but I didn't care... it didn't matter. When all the women in the world adored him and were willing to be asked out—even to sleep with—by Justin, I was acting stupid. Ignoring my stupid behavior, Justin pushed his way up even more, until his body was now squeezing me under him.
"Stop being stupid," he said, pulling my hand away from my face. "Look at me, Babe."
I slowly opened my eyes. And the sight that filled my eyes was his honey-colored eyes. The highlighting was so intense. Seeing that gaze made my strange feeling vanish in seconds. I returned his fixed gaze—a gaze that had the power to keep me within reach of his eyes without any worries. He moved his face closer so that it was not in contact with mine. Our noses touched each other and rubbed gently. I could even smell the lilac scent from his body which had the same function as aromatherapy. The right combination. Even the demons and angels on my shoulders disappeared somewhere—as if they were giving us some privacy.
No awkwardness had come to me once his lips were pressed against mine, moving slowly to fill every curve, making me close my eyes enjoying every gentle movement given by him. His hand lifted carefully, touched my feet, then up my thighs, pulled the hem of the blue dress I was wearing up and up, then freed him from my body as my hands lifted to help him. As soon as he managed to get my dress off and throw it somewhere, I touched the side of his face and looked at him for a moment before he continued again by burying his head in my neck, giving me a soft kiss and a seductive bit there. Without a sign, I moaned. I hope my moans sound sexy, not like cow moans. Just the gentle touch of his hand around my waist made me feel like I was electrocuted with high volts and wanted to explode. I shuddered when I felt his fingers gently caressing my stomach. Especially when he lowered the g-string I was wearing in a slow-motion down my leg. His hand wouldn't stop, still moving slickly against my skin. Up and up again. And pinned behind my warm back. His fingers tugged at the latch of my bra, unhooked it, and grouped it with my other clothes under there. I don't know why there's only one center of my concentration right now. The man who pressed me. And I'm not sure if I can still breathe under it or die from suffocation like a floundering fish. Damn, he didn't give me pause by breathing. It feels like one second of inhaling oxygen was very precious to me.
"Amanda," he whispered in my ear in his sexy low voice. It tortured me enough! Could he stop moaning my name like that? He looked back at me, bringing my eyes into his warmth. His hands brushed through my hair and removed a few strands that had stuck to my wet temples. Damn, I'd never been this hot before. Even though I was sure the AC in this room didn't turn off. Maybe it was caused by our body temperatures colliding with each other.
My teeth sink into my lower lip, so I slowly nodded my head in response. A small smile appeared on the corners of his lips. His forefinger moved again down the line of my face. Starting from my forehead, temples, nose, cheeks, lips, and chin.
"I am very lucky to have a wife like you."
"Are you kidding?" I replied in a half-whisper, running my fingers along his face. "I should be the one saying that. I'm the luckiest one here."
Again, his sexy lips flashed a small lopsided smile. He leaned forward, starting to lick his lips against mine until they came together and moved in synchrony, like his movements down there that rhyme when something enters my body. I pressed my fingers against his back, sighing softly feeling the stinging and pain at the same time down there.
"Mandy," he called my name after removing his lips from mine, looking at me intently, without stopping or even slowing down his smooth movement like an adagio tempo.
I blinked once. And what he said was true. The pain was covered with an indescribable feeling—love, lust, and… somehow I couldn't describe it with a line of sentences! I bit my lower lip, trying to keep the moaning sound from coming out which made me embarrassed. He moved faster and faster until my cold sweaty body trembled beneath him. My hands gripped his back tighter, while my head was tilted upwards. Damn. Candice was right. He's great in bed.
The movement got faster, and faster, and faster again until it finally ended with my body exploding like a falling rose petal. Sweat dripped down my entire body, making me feel wet and sticky as if I had been swallowed by a large shark.
Justin cracked a smile. "I love you, Mrs. Bedington."
My heart melted again like hot lead hearing his whisper in front of me. His minty breath hit my nostrils. I smiled back at him with the same smile.
"My love is bigger than Nicki Minaj's butt."
And he laughed softly. Then he kissed my forehead before he collapsed next to me with a gasp.
Shit. I'll be showing off Justin's shrewdness in bed to Candice over the phone tomorrow. And I can't guarantee she's not screaming hysterically.
*
[Mandy's Diary Today]
"Mandy, wake up."
Justin's voice sounded faint in my ears. Still half-awake, I moaned softly, brushing off someone's hand shaking my shoulder gently still with my eyes closed.
"Little muffin… wake up…" He whispered in my ear, playing his fingers on the bare skin of my hand.
"Shut… up…" I replied lazily, shrugging my shoulders and telling him to leave so I could continue my sleep, a full day if I could. My body felt like it was crushed by a blunt object. I want to lie on this bed without doing anything. It feels more fun, like swimming in a sea of cotton.
Justin sighed softly. "Mandy, it's almost noon. Get up and take a quick shower, and put your clothes on. Do you want to miss your flight? Or do you want us to cancel our honeymoon plans? Okay…"
Spontaneously, my eyes opened wide hearing the series of threatening sentences. After gathering the life back into my body, I pulled my arms up, stretching my stiff muscles while yawning widely, turning my body to look at Justin who was already neatly dressed in his shirt, sitting next to me.
"When we get to Paris, may I sleep until the next night and the next night again? My body hurts all over," I said spoiled.
Justin's eyes rolled upwards. "It's up to you, as long as you don't sleep forever." He gave me my favorite honey-sweet smile. "Now hurry up, take a shower, have breakfast, and pack up the clothes you need."
I snorted softly, blowing my long, messy bangs up. I slowly lifted my body as I pulled the blanket over my body. My eyes narrowed with sleepiness, causing me to stagger half-consciously.
Dug.
"Aaaahhh." Suddenly my head hit the wall in front of me, causing me to back away and rub my sore forehead. My eyes went wide for an instant, glaring in annoyance at the wall that dared bump itself into my head! "Who told you to stand there! You hit me!" Once again, I rubbed my forehead in pain.
Justin sighed behind me, chuckling a few times at my ridiculous antics. I wonder, how could he survive with someone like me. Maybe what Candice said was true. Love is blind. Even if the one you love is a silly person, you will not care and will continue to love him. I was lucky that Cupid was kind enough to stab his arrow not only at me but at Justin as well.
*
This was embarrassing. I should be the one to get up early, prepare breakfast and serve it to the table. Not the other way around. Don't blame me, Justin himself forbid me to prepare breakfast on the first day because he wanted to spoil me today. Pamper me, like a princess trapped in her dream.
"This is the last one, let me do this for the next few days," I warned as I placed the omelet on his plate.
He responded with raised eyebrows. "You don't like being treated sweetly?"
"It is not like that." I snorted in annoyance. "I just want to please you, Justin."
"I can't wait for you to wake up and starve to death here, Mandy," he replied in a vexed tone. Come to think of it, he was right too. Now I'm the one blushing. Remind me the following days to get up early, even when the rooster has not crowed once. I wanted to please him. He's been enough for me so far.
"Justin," I started the conversation at the dinner table. Justin is not the type of person who upholds politeness at the dinner table by locking his lips together without any conversation. Not like You-Know-Who. Not just once, but many times I ate at the same table with Grandma Mag. At regular dinners, we are not allowed to talk, unlike the special meal together to discuss business matters, noble families, blah blah blah which makes me want to throw up. "May I apply for a job with Candice at a fashion magazine? Becoming an editor is my dream." I rolled my eyes, giving him a pitiful look hoping he would nod his head and allow me to work.
The corner of Justin's eyes moved to glance at me. He put a piece of the omelet in his mouth, chewed it into his stomach, then put down his fork and knife. His every move was well calculated. In my heart, I sing praises. What kind of woman can resist his charms?
"I never stopped you from doing what you liked, did I?" A small smile bloomed on his lips. He reached for the glass of water in front of him, then gulped before placing it again on the table. "You can do whatever you like Mandy. I won't stop him. Haven't we given each other our commitment and trust?"
I smiled widely, making my cheekbones appear to rise. This is one of the things I like about him. "So I can work as an editor?"
"Sure." He nodded his head. "It would make me proud of you."
I bit the surface of my lower lip. It was rare for someone to be as understanding as he was. The angel above my shoulder clasped his hands, nodding his head saying that I was very lucky to have a man of a woman's dreams like Justin.