Chapter Seventy six

Damien's POV;

I swear she knocked the breath out of my lungs the moment I saw her in that two piece bikini. I just could not breath.

Ariana had never been so scantily dressed around me so my reaction is very much explanatory.

Those voluptuous curves I had not gotten a chance to explore. From the luscious mounds of flesh on her chest down to her tiny waist to the her wide hips and equally luscious derrière. Wow! And those thick thick thighs! Damn...

Amy knew for sure that my eyes were stuck on her and wouldn't stop laughing about how stupefied I went at the sight of her and my not so little guy was responding as such, which was not helpful at all.

If only this woman knew the things she was doing to me. If only...

After my senses had returned a little bit, I dived into the water with her while Amy took pictures. She was in no mood for a swim and according to her, it was our honeymoon, she didn't want to get in the way. If only either of them knew I came to Bora Bora just because of my sister...

Ariana would surely have my head on a plate for making her a pawn on my chessboard. I did not want that to happen.

In all, we had fun swimming together. This was me doing something fun for the first time in a pretty long time and I thoroughly enjoyed it. I never went on vacations and this was a first.

I had to run into the bathroom for a cold shower immediately after our swim because her sexiness was messing with me.

When I came out, I saw she was covered up in her towel and went into the bathroom after me.

I picked up my phone and casually scrolled over to my Instagram page. My eyes popped out of their sockets when I saw that Ariana had posted a picture of herself in her bikini while in the water.

I scrolled over to the comments and I saw red.

"Ariana!" I hollered repeatedly, pacing the room back and forth.

She got out of the bathroom, tying her bathrobe in haste.

"Damien what is it?!" She asked, moving her wet hair off her face.

"What is this?" I shoved the phone in her face. She squinted, trying to register in her mind what was in front of her.

"Oh." She said in realization.

" 'Oh'? Just 'oh'?!"I exclaimed in disbelief.

I don't even know why I was that angry.

"No wife of mine is going to post such revealing photos for the world to see. I do not approve of it." I stated firmly.

***

Ariana's POV;

His words were firm and I could tell he was really annoyed because his pointer finger was facing the floor and he was basically warning me with his eyes.

I gulped before making an attempt to counter his words.

"Damien you don't have any right over my life!" I mimicked his firm pose.

"It was not in anyway stipulated in our contract that you have a right to monitor what it is I do unless it concerns you."

"This concerns me!" He yelled.

"Don't you ever raise your voice at me, ever!" I snapped. I had never yelled at him like that before and it stunned him to silence.

"Ariana before anything else, you're my wife." He said more calmly.

"No! Before anything else, I am a person, an adult whose capable of making decisions. I'm not a child who has to be controlled and the fact that I'm your wife, doesn't mean you get to push and order me around. This marriage isn't real so don't push it." I warned sternly and shoved him aside so I could go get my clothes.

I expected him to have walked out of the room in anger by the time I got out of the bathroom. But to my surprise, he was on the bed and tapping on his phone furiously. I ignored him and decided that going out of the room was the next best thing to do.

"Babe, wait." He said as I pulled the door knob and was about stepping out.

"What is it this time, Damien?" I muttered irritatedly.

I felt him pull me by my hand and I followed until we were positioned on the bed.

"You know I didn't mean to get on your bad side, right?" He asked me and I kept mute staring down at my fingers like they were the most interesting thing in the world.

"I'm sorry I sounded like that. I just got really angry about people talking about my wife's body in perverted ways." He explained softly.

"I thought you said to never read comments, why did you have to?" I inquired. I still wasn't looking at him but Damien being who he is, lifted my chin and made me meet his eyes.

"I shouldn't have but I'm glad I did. I know I should have reacted less harshly but I was overwhelmed by rage and I'm sorry."

His apology warmed my heart but...

"But, I'm honestly not okay with you posting photos of you in such clothing." He said tentatively and I nodded in understanding.

"You're right. It's actually my first time wearing such and I have to admit, I felt uncomfortable about posting them but I just thought I had to because of you know..." I explained truthfully, gesturing what I meant by the last part.

"I had Amy take those pictures to serve as memories, it had nothing to do with the contract." He explained much to my surprise.

I nodded, short of words to say.

"I'm sorry for snapping at you the way I did." I apologized, wringing my fingers together whilst avoiding his gaze on me.

"You've never raised your voice at me like that." He stated the obvious and I wanted to shrink in embarrassment.

"I actually found it really hot." He chuckled deeply.

I looked up sharply in utter shock.

"You really need to see your face." He pointed at me, laughing now.

I turned crimson red and smacked his arm before hiding my face in his chest. He fell back on the bed and I went down with him. He held me close, still chuckling as he rubbed on my back slowly and repeatedly.

"I really should get you angry more often." He thought aloud, I suppose.

"You're silly." I said with a small shake of my head.

"And you're adorable." He flicked my nose while he said so and I blushed.

In no time we were fast asleep in the middle of the afternoon.

****

The last few days of our vacation were fun-filled. Damien and I visited so many spots and had so much fun while at it. We had so many pictures to show everyone back home and we even posted some on our pages to serve as a reminder that we were having fun and were happy.

Speaking of posts and photos, Damien and I finally agreed to leave the bikini photos out there since lots of people had seen them already but he made me promise to not do such ever again for as long as were married and I agreed.

The boat cruise was my most favorite activity of all. The sights were amazing.

Three days rolled by quickly and before we knew it, I was packing for our trip back to Los Angeles.

We were heading back with more luggage than we came with because I had lots of souvenirs to give everyone back home. It was a little bit tasking but I was doing just fine.

I sat down to catch a breather. Damien went over to Amy's to get her stuff for the trip.

Damien. Throughout the last one week, I had seen so many sides of him I never knew existed. I thought back to the his confession about liking me on our first night here, to his vulnerability when we spoke about his past and to him reasoning with me instead of imposing his decisions like he usually did. I actually loved all of it and it made me like him a little more.

But, a part of me wondered if he was going to change when we returned to LA. What if he switched over to the cold, overbearing Damien from the relaxed and sweet one I had seen the last few days?

I shook my head to dissuade my thoughts from taking root in my mind. I still had to pack up.

I ran my hands through my hair before picking up his clothes and startled folding them one after the other until I had arranged everything in the medium sized suitcase.

When I finally finished up, I went down to the the kitchen to get me a glass of some fruit juice.

I sat down to enjoy my glass of grape juice in front of the TV in the living room when the entrance door came open and Amy walked in with a grin.

"Hey sister in law." She chirped cheerily and I returned her greeting with the same energy.

I hugged her briefly and stared at my husband who was effortlessly carrying her two seemingly heavy suitcases.

"Hey." He said with a half smile.

"Hey." I said back.

He dropped a kiss on my forehead before heading over to the guest bedroom to drop Amy's suitcases.

"You two are so cute together." She mused. I turned to her with a shy grin.

"Thank you." I said.

"I bet your babies are going to be so adorable." She added and I paused.

"You guys do plan on having them yeah?" She questioned when I said nothing in response.

"Well, we haven't really spoken about it." I admitted honestly.

"I really think you should." She suggested.

"Sure we will." I nodded and had it at the back of mind to casually bring it up over dinner.

****

We were heading out for a final date at a fancy restaurant that evening. I peeked up at him a few times but I'm sure he didn't notice because he had his eyes trained on the road.

I was wearing a simple blue knee length dress emblazoned with shiny stones on the straps and neckline paired with black cone heels.

Damien, on the other hand, had a black long sleeved shirt on with similar blue pants. We were actually matching.

When we arrived at the restaurant, he pulled the door open and led us into the fancy place.

We sat at our table and soon a waiter came up to us and took our orders. We were having the famous Poisson cru which consisted of fish marinated in lime juice served with a salad. It was really delicious.

After our meal, we sipped some red wine and got talking.

I thought about what Amy asked me about and decided to ask him.

"What do you think about kids?" I threw out in light hearted chatter.

He paused and stared at me for a few seconds.

"They're cute." He said and I grinned.

"But I don't want them."

My smile dropped with immediate effect.

"But why?"

"I just don't want them. Why are you asking?" He probed.

I shook my head to dismiss the topic.

"Nothing really." I muttered.

I had gotten my answer and it was disappointing. I don't even know why it affected me that much. Was I planning on having kids with him?

He only said he liked me, he didn't say he wanted to spend the rest of his life with me. I almost facepalmed at how foolish I was to jump the gun in my thoughts.

Damien and I were basically in the talking stage of a possible relationship, it was a 50/50 thing.

Few months from now we would most probably have gotten over whatever infatuation there is because I strongly believed that all the lovey dovey sappiness just came with the environment we found ourselves in. We were away from work stress and especially the paparazzi so, it was normal.

I didn't ponder on it for much longer. Him not wanting kids was his choice and it did not in anyway concern me.