Chapter 6

Chapter 6: Shut Up

"I know this sounds crazy, but will you run away with me?"

My smile disappeared when I heard no response from him. He did not seem to mind me. Instead, he just continued arranging the papers in front of him.

My heart sank. I thought he liked me? I stared at my slippers.

My voice was loud when I asked him so that explains why some people inside the restaurant are eyeing me. They too are also waiting for his response.

This is embarassing.

But then I remembered what I did to him last night. I was so rude. It's only right for him to ignore me.

"I'm sorry," I said sincerely. His attention was now directed in signing the papers. Part of his managerial tasks, I guess.

He still pretended like he did not hear me. No sign of giving a damn. I waited for a few more seconds. But still no word came out his mouth.

Disappointed and embarassed, I left the table to go back to the beach.

I guess he didn't like me enough to forgive me?

A few steps away and I heard him speak. "Wait!" His hand reached for my elbow. "I forgive you." His voice and face was still sulking. It was obvious that he wanted me to be affectionate with him.

I maintained a serious face. "Thank you. I thought it was the end of our friendship." I sighed in relief.

"Oh so we were friends then? I thought you don't give a fuck about me?" He clenched his jaw.

"I was just carried away by anger. You easily sulk. Don't make a big deal out of it," I explained. "But it was painful when you ignored me, you know," I spoke using a sad voice.

"You easily give up. I was just waiting for you to apologize more, but you gave up immediately after a few tries. You're lucky I can't stand seeing you sad." He let out a chuckle. "So what's the plan? Do you want us to leave this island and go somewhere far? You want us to elope?"

"We could do it," I joked. "Do you want to?"

"I thought you were serious." His voice was not joking, not a hint of sarcasm.

"You did not immediately gave me your attention so I changed my mind. I can't just easily run away from Mew."

"You can if you want to. I don't even think he cares for you? Where is he anyway? Aren't you supposed to go island hopping today?"

"I can't find him. I'm not interested in knowing where he is and who he's with. I don't want to think about it. That's why I was thinking maybe you can accompany me with the island hoping. But I know you're busy." I pointed at the papers on the table. "So I would understand if you won't join me."

"I can do them later. Let's go?" he offered.

"Are you sure?" I asked worriedly. "Aren't those papers urgent?"

"They can wait. I can make time for you Gulf." He smirked.

If I wasn't inlove with Mew, I would fall for Hughie and feel butterflies in my stomach after those sweet words. But no. My heart belongs to Mew and Mew alone. No matter how much my heart is teared into pieces, he is still the one I like.

I'm not sure about what I'm doing. But my conscience is bothering me.

I convinced myself that I'm just trying to be friendly with Hughie. I was only kidding when I asked him to run away with me earlier. He's just a friend.

As we were about to leave the restaurant, someone called him. We turned our heads to the lady behind us.

"Hugo?" the lady in her mid forties approached us. "I need the reports in an hour. I have a meeting with the investors at two thirty."

"Shit," Hughie cursed softly. I was silently watching them.

"What did you say?" the lady asked, feeling a little offended.

"Nothing, Ma'am. The report will be on your table before two," said Hughie who now has a fake smile plasterred on his face.

"Very well." She turned her back and left.

"I'm sorry Gulf. I didn't know that the investors' meeting was this two thirty. I thought it was tomorrow." Hughie's voice was guilty.

I smiled at him. "It's okay. We can do it next time."

"Sorry. I really want to come but I can't."

"No need to feel sorry," I smiled reassuringly.

He nodded before returning to the papers on the table.

I guess I have to go island hopping alone? With the company of some strangers?

What I saw outside the restaurant was unexpected. Even from afar, I know too well his body built amd stance.

It was Mew.

My heartbeat raced, making me feel a little nervous. Did he see me with Hughie?

But why should I feel nervous? It wasn't like I was cheating. Hell, I'm not doing anything wrong. He's the one who should feel nervous and guilty.

The cold wind was blewing his hair, making him look extra hot. He removed his sunglasses and there I saw his angry eyes.

Is he seriously angry?

I approached him, a bit hesitant. "Where were you?" I asked calmly.

"I just had to fix something. Why are you talking to that stranger?" By the tone of his voice, it was like an accusation.

Fix something? Really? What did he fix? His relationship with Aron? Wow.

"I just asked him something. Let's go." I started walking towards the boat where all the other tourists are waiting.

Mew was already carrying our things that I left by the beach.

"I don't want to see you talking to him again."

I continued to walk. I don't need to explain anything to him so I did not mind him.

"Hey," he held my wrist and let me face him.

Now there was sadness and frustration evident on his face.

My heart melted. I can't stand seeing him sad. But why doesn't he mind making me feel sad though?

"He's just being friendly. You have nothing to worry about," I explained with the hope of making him feel better.

"Still. You shouldn't be friendly with strangers. Just please promise me that you won't talk to him again," he almost pleaded.

I heaved out a deep sigh. "Fine. I promise," I said before smiling weakly.

"Good boy. That's all I wanted to hear." He put his sunglasses back. I did the same. He placed his hand over my shoulder, marking his territory. I let him do it as we walked together towards the boat.

My face turned sour when I noticed a familiar face on the boat. Who else could it be? It was Aron for fuck's sake!

I felt a sting in my chest. I don't know. Everytime it's only Mew and me, I somehow feel calm. But everytime I see this man's face, everything just feels fucked up. Everything is ruined. My blood boils everytime I see him.

No matter how much I want to confront him, I still choose not to because Mew might get angry and leave me. I can't take it. For now, I have to endure the pain.

I decided to stop thinking about Mew and Aron. When we reached the boat, Mew assisted me in boarding it.

The boat was huge and it had a roof so it wasn't hot. Twelve people were now on it. There were ten tourists, including us. The other two were the tour guide and the driver.

Mew and I sat beside each other. He held my hand while we were on our way to the first island. To reach the first island is an hour and a half ride across the sea.

I noticed Aron's dagger stares at me. He's across us but Mew doesn't seem to mind him.

Insecure bitch! Mew was with you last night and earlier too. Now you have the audacity to be angry at me?

I decided to lean my head on Mew's shoulder in front of Aron to piss him off. His stares intensified.

Be jealous bitch. You can't do anything.

I felt Mew kiss the back of my head which made me smile. I almost stuck my tongue out at Aron. Good thing I stopped myself. HAHAHA.

I feel great that somehow I got back at him.

The duffle bag where our things are contained is on Mew's lap. A naughty idea ran inside my head.

I removed our intertwined hands and quicky slid my hands inside Mew's board shorts. Because the bag was on his lap, the people didn't notice what I did.

"Shit," Mew cursed softly.

Aron's eyes widened when he noticed what I was doing. I really just did it to piss him more.

"You naughty, naughty Gulf. Get ready when we get back to the resort," Mew whispered to my ear.

"Hmmm? Why? I'm not being naughty," I said seductively.

I felt him grow harder and harder as I stroke him gently.

Good thing the other tourists are busy appreciating the majestic view. That way, they wouldn't know what my naughty hand is doing.

I continued to stroke him.

"Fuck. Stop it or I'm gonna fucking cum," Mew almost moaned.

"Do you really want me to stop?" I teased.

"No!" he quickly said, his voice a little loud. He got the attention of some tourists. He smiled awkwardly.

"If you want to finish, just relax," I whispered on his ear.

Aron couldn't bare to watch us anymore. He's chosen to stare at the ocean instead. Well done, Gulf!

Mew's breathing became faster as I continued to stroke him below. With every second passing, my stroke intensified and became faster.

"Shiiiiittt!" he moaned softly. I felt his member pulsating. Not long after, I felt my hand becoming wet because of his cum.

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After an hour and a half, we finally arrived at the island.

The water here looks more pristine than the water at the resort. The fish you can see while still on the shore is more abundant here too.

We went off the boat. I took my camera out and took a few photos.

"Mew, please take a picture of me with the sea behind me." I handed him the camera.

He was about to receive it when I heard someone behind me talk. I turned to face the person.

It was Aron. Aron who always ruin everything.

"Can you take a picture of me Mew?" he asked before offering him his camera.

Mew glanced at me, then at Aron, then at the camera's we were trying to hand him.

In that moment, I noticed how he was unwilling to take mine.

I am his husband and it is his responsibility to take pictures of me. He doesn't need time to think.

Now he just proved that he really doesn't like me.

Even if I knew that he wasn't really going to take my camera, I still hoped that he would.

But of course, he took Aron's camera.

I was embarassed. My hands were shaking as I tried to put mine down.

"I'll take your picture later, okay?" he asked.

I just nodded out of courtesy because I could no longer find the right word to say.

It was the first time that Mew hurt me in front of my face. And it was so damn painful. I lost interest in taking more photos.

They left together.

I thought of just taking a bath at the sea but I remembered that I almost drowned yesterday. I decided to sadly sit under the shade of a palm tree instead.

I sighed as I removed my sunglasses. I feel like crying again. It hurts so much. I returned my camera inside the duffle bag.

Mew was gone for five minutes.

"Hey. Let's take your pictures now," Mew offered when he returned. A sad smile was on his face.

"It's okay. I already asked someone else to take my pictures," I said before giving him a fake smile. I'm not sure if he noticed the sadness in it.

"I see. I'll just take a dip," he pointed at the sea. "Do you want to join me?"

His invitation was tempting. But my heart still feels sad. I don't have the energy to do it. "I'd rather stay here. I might get leg cramps again."

He just nodded before removing his shirt in front of me. He dropped it beside me after which he ran towards the blue and inviting sea.

I watched him from afar as he enjoyed swimming under the sun. I let out another fake smile.

I sighed. I think I'm being so unfair to myself. My chest is starting to feel heavy again.

A tear fell from my eye.

"Look who's crying." Aron stood in front of me.

I immediately wiped the tear away. "I'm not in the mood. Go away."

"Aww. You're such a cry baby. No wonder why Mew doesn't like you."

I clenched my fist and tried to calm myself. Don't mind him Gulf. He's just trying to get in your nerves.

"Do you know where he was last night?" He was with--"

He was not able to finish his sentence because I fucking punched him on his fucking face. He fell to the ground and his lips started bleeding.

That's what you get when you try to annoy me!

He was quick to get back on his feet and punched me in return. It was my time to fall to the ground.

I could taste the blood inside my mouth.

"What the fuck is wrong with you Gulf?" Mew's voice thundered along the beach.

Instead of helping me stand, he just shouted at me. He was catching his breath after running from the sea towards our location.

"He started it. He provoked me," I said, trying to defended myself.

"I did not. I was trying to start a friendly coversation with you," Aron tried to change the narrative

Liar!

"Of course you provoked me."

"Fuck it Gulf. It does not mean you can just punch someone on the face. Learn to fucking control yourself."

Hearing Mew shout at me was beyond devastating. I couldn't bear it. It was too much.

My knees weakened and I began to feel small. "But---" Mew cut me off.

"Shut up. I fucking saw how you punched him all of a sudden."

I was shocked. I never thought that he would defend Aron in front of me. He didn't even want to hear my explanation. He chose him over me. And Aron did not even ask him to defend him. He did it willingly.

"I'm sorry," I bowed my head and stared at my feet, feeling bad about myself.

My tears started falling but I did my best to stop myself from making a sound. Before Mew notices my tears, I forced myself to walk away. I turned my back and left with my heart crushed into pieces.

I felt empty.