The Honeymoon

ISABELLA’S POV

My eyes fluttered awake and yet,the first thing that greeted me wasn’t the rays from the sun that pierced from the curtains or the headache, it was the fact that Raphael was not on the other side of the bed with me.

I tried to sit up and I winced In pain as the event of what happened last night came flooding my memories immediately.

A smile crept on my face as my eyes roamed the room to see the remains of my lingerie scattered across the room in bits.

But where was my groom?

With so much excitement and hope that maybe we could go for another round since I passed out early this morning, I looked for my phone and dialed the only person that mattered to me.

He picked on the second ring and he sounded exhausted.

“ Hi, Mr drake” I said, as seductively as I could.

“ where are you?” I asked.

I could hear him sigh and then take a deep breath.

“ I’m sorry my love, I’m so sorry” he said, sounding very regretful.

“ You didn’t wait for me to wake up, where are you?” I said, trying to tease.

“ Home. I’m at home and I am so sorry for last night. I can understand that you’re pissed” he said and I didn’t know whether to tell him that he exceeded all of my expectations in general and that there was nothing for him to apologize for.

My eyes landed on my tattered lingerie and I wanted to tell him that it was only lingerie and that I could replace it later.

“ We can replace the clothes, baby. There’s no need to apologize, I was equally ferocious” I said, trying to remind him of our beautiful night.

“ Hm?” he asked and I rolled my eyes.

“ I know you want more praise” I teased and I could hear him go quiet.

“ What are you talking about?” he asked and I rolled my eyes again as a blush crept on my face.

“ Is this another one of your, use your words moment? “ I asked and then didn’t wait for him to speak as my neck started to burn along with my cheeks.

“ fine” I started.

“ last night…” I started and then a big smile came onto my face.

I sighed in satisfaction.

“ Last night was wonderful. I loved it. You know how to… you know. Fuck” I said the last part so quickly, the only thing I could hear was my heart thumping in my chest as I said words that felt foreign even to me.

“ That was a dream huh?” he asked and I sighed.

“ The best dream!” I said cheerily and I could hear him grunt.

“ The driver would pick you up to meet me at the house, so have your things ready before then. I love you” he said but didn’t wait for me to say it back before he ended the call.

A frown settled on my face but then lifted as I shrugged it off.

The driver came as of the time that he was supposed to and took me to another spot where I assumed that the honeymoon began in earnest.

We had a week from work and I knew that since Raphael started the honeymoon like last night then the rest of the week was going to be filled with the best orgasms.

The driver helped me with my bags and I started to notice that Raphael wasn’t home, I had asked the driver where he had gone to and he couldn’t produce a good response for me.

I waited till evening before Raphael came back to the house, I was already tired and in bed but I was dressed in a red lacy lingerie.

I rolled to my side as I waited for him to climb into bed.

I started to trace my fingers across his chest to feel every part of him, I was surprised that he had so much hair on his chest even though yesterday, he wouldn’t allow me to touch him.

I started to trace lines towards his shorts when his hands engulfed my wrists and held my hands in motion.

I looked at him but he averted his eyes away from mine.

“ I’m actually very tired, can we do this later?” he asked and I gulped in disappointment as he took my hand back to my body and released my wrists.

I was more surprised when he shifted away from me and dragged the covers to his chin and before I knew it, he slept off.

I was short of words and decided that maybe he was really exhausted even though I could smell drinks on him.

Tomorrow was another day but I never knew that the tomorrow would never come.

For almost all of the days of the week, I tried in several ways to get Raphael to look at me in the way that he did on our wedding night, to touch me again.

Tonight was the last day of our honeymoon and like all the other days, he came late. We hardly spent time with each other anymore, it seemed like he was a totally different person.

I got tired of waiting in my lingerie and decided to get dressed in my pyjamas that was short.

I didn’t wait for long before the door opened and Raphael went straight to taking off his clothes. I came from behind and started to touch his back. He froze. I kissed his back and then tried to touch his chest, my hands were gravitating towards his waist when his hands caught mine and stopped my movements.

I connected eyes with him in the mirror and for a split second, I saw guilt that engulfed him entirely and I didn’t know what to make of it as he avoided my gaze again like he always did.

“ Not tonight” he said and without waiting for my response, he walked out of my hold and climbed into bed.

I was standing in my pyjamas as my heart broke in pieces.

I could smell the drinks on him and tears started to well up in my eyes as I came to the conclusion that there was something horrible at play.

I was tempted to wake him and ask him a question that has been bugging me all week.

Did he cheat on me?

Or was it simply regret?