Honeymoon III

The next day the cyclone was still raging, which meant me and him stuck together in the villa.

And after last night, I really don’t want to see Pierre at all, or his smirk. I walked to the huge study and started browsing books. The only good thing about my husband was that he had huge collections of books. I smiled at books from my favourite author. I took one and curled up on the recliner.

As I opened the book, the smell wafted through my noise. I always found the smell of old book…amazing.

“I wonder why I am seeing you everywhere” I heard his voice and turned towards the door. He was standing there, walking towards the desk. Unlike other days, he was wearing faded jeans and black t-shirt. He looked almost human but for the anger in his eyes. However, his face looked weird.

I frowned. “What’s wrong?”

“Why do you assume something is wrong?” he looked quite surprised by my question.

“If everything was fine you would have a scowl on your face and your taunts would have