Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 88456 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 442(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88456 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 442(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
“Did you guys tell him?” I gasp and look at everyone. Matthew looks up at the sky as if he’s looking for a clue.
“Traitor.”
“He has Instagram,” Matthew finally says. “Maybe if you wanted to keep it a secret, one should not post on social media.”
“I’m going to change. Where is my room?” I ask them, knowing my Uncle Matthew has everyone’s room number ready to rattle off by heart.
“Seventeen thirty.” My father grabs my key card from his pocket. “I wanted to make sure you saw me as soon as you got here.” He points over to the side where the rooms are. “Just walk through there. Every person has a bungalow over the water.”
“As if I could hide anywhere.” I hold out my hands. “We’re the only ones at this resort.”
I grab the key card from him. “I’ll meet everyone at the beach,” I say, turning and making my way away from them before they realize they let me off the hook faster than they should have. I was expecting a little bit more pushback. “Wow.” I look over my shoulder. “They are slipping in their old age.” I make my way over to my room, wondering where in the hell Nash ended up. Walking on top of the wooden pathway that leads to all the bungalows, I spot ours at the very end. Scanning my card before stepping in, I gasp. If my luggage wasn’t in the middle of the room, I would think this was a mistake.
The room is filled with white roses like in the hotel suite where we were married. Every single surface area in the little living room is covered in roses. I walk toward the back of the room, seeing the king-size bed facing a wall of windows that gives you a view of the turquoise water. A hot tub is on the side, with two white lounge chairs right in front of a ladder that leads down to the water. A white square box with my name on it sits in the middle of the bed.
I pull the card out and read the note.
Happy honeymoon, wife.
Love,
Your husband
I shake my head, sitting on the bed to open the box to find a white satin button-down top with matching shorts. It feels like heaven on my hand, and I see it’s embroidered on the left-hand side with my name, Zoey Griffin. “This is ridiculous.” I ignore the way my stomach feels when I read the name as I shake my head, putting the top down when I hear the door slam. “Hello!” I shout out.
I watch Nash walk into the room, and his hair looks like he’s been running his hands through it a million times. “I was looking for you.” He comes over to me, bending and kissing my lips. He walks over to stare out the window before he opens the sliding door all the way. “I just had a head-to-head with your brother,” he says, shocking me.
“There isn’t even any blood on you.” I get up, putting my hands on my hips.
“Why would there be?” He turns to look at me, his eyes a softer blue in the sun reflecting off the water.
“You stole his sister and married her without telling anyone,” I huff. “Wow, it’s like he doesn’t even love me. He didn’t even hit you once.”
He chuckles. “We did exchange some blows,” he admits, and now my eyes go big. “Verbally.”
“Maybe you coming here wasn’t a good idea,” I say softly.
“We’re married,” he informs me, “and I have ninety days for you to fall in love with me. You being here for two weeks cuts into that time.”
“I never agreed to the ninety days,” I remind him. “We still have a lot to talk about.” He walks to me, and I can see the look in his eyes, so I hold out my hand. “My cousin is waiting for me on the beach, and if we do what I think you want to do, everyone is going to know we are in here having sex.”
“We’re married,” he scoffs, “and this is our honeymoon. Of course we’re having sex.”
“Can you stop saying that?” I throw up my hands and walk back out to get my luggage. “And I think we should perhaps not share a room while we figure this out.”
“Okay,” he says, surprising me, “I’ll just sneak into your room at night.”
I open my luggage, grabbing the first bikini I find, and go into the bathroom to change, closing the door behind me. He laughs as I undress and slide on the white bikini bottom with two gold straps at the sides. The matching top is white, and the straps over my shoulders are gold. When I walk out, he’s sitting on the bed with his phone in his hand, and he looks up. “Hmm,” he hums, taking me in from head to toe. “I’m going to fuck you in that bikini before we leave.”