HOLLIS We were called into the church, towards the altar by one of the wardens. "The fuck is taking so long? She only had a dress and shoes to get into." I grumbled, checking my watch with Maxine at my tail. "Patience, mother is here." Maxine whispered. The news could only mean that Ugo had arrived too, since Nana and Mrs. Chike left for the house to help her get ready. I breathed out a sigh of relief. "What about my father-in-law?" "No sign of him yet." Max replied. "Lexington?" I asked, certain that a roll call had been made and Maxine had been told of the people present. "He's present, with his wife." "It will take a lot of work to win my father-in-law over." I murmured. "You can't blame the man, we messed up and he's got pride." ​Before I could reply, music rang throughout the church and the door opened slowly making my heart rate quicken. A vision in white stood beside my father with a bouquet of navy-blue tinted roses in her hands. "Here we go," Maxine said. "Damn!

I watched as she melted into her chair, looking relaxed. When I dug my thumbs gently into her arches, her head hung back, and I knew I'd won. This was the pleasure I wanted to see, and with nothing in return for myself. "I'll rub your feet every night until the redness subsides. Understand?" "Okay," she replied with a sigh, shocking me again with no argument. Moving to the second foot, I did the same, and everything was fine until her right foot inched too far and brushed against the hard length in my pants. She tensed, her eyes found mine, and in that moment, I felt like the world’s biggest creep. I wasn’t doing this to get off or turned on. I was doing it because I wanted her to feel good, but even now that sounded ​predatory in my head. 'Feel good? What the hell is that?' The moment stretched on between us while I held her foot in my hand, waiting for her to erupt from her chair and call me out or leave or slap me because if anyone else touched her the way I’m touching her no

On Hollis's insistence, I had to put on a two inches, extremely gorgeous sandal. We left our suite for the car and he held my hand firmly. The staff of the resort was lined up just like last night. "Gross." I murmured and he arched his brow again, oh Lord! Does he even know that arching his brow gives a certain heart melting look on his face that can make a woman think of several things in relation to sex and orgasm. 'Straight to hell Ugo, straight to hell.' The voice in my head warned me. "What do you think about managing resorts, is that something you can do?" His voice broke through my sinful thoughts. "Huh?" "You complain that you're bored at home. I'm wondering if you'll love to take up something as challenging as managing my chain of resorts. Let's see how long it will take before you get drowned." He turned and winked at me. "I know the game you're trying to play." I laughed at his trick. He was trying to cajole me into taking up an offer he knew very well I could handle

"Boss." A young gentleman shook Hollis 's hand. "Ma'am." He bowed, turning to me. He kept his eyes on my face and not my breasts like Jason from outside. I nodded my consent, basking in the closeness of my husband's rigid body. "Derek, how is the arrangement going?" "Perfect sir." Derek replied. He had a warm smile, showing his teeth as he smiled. With honey brown hair and a clean-shaven face, he had the look of someone who does a lot of business, the looks like a salesman. "Derek is one of our salesmen," Hollis told me. "All right." "Someone wants to see you." Derek told my husband. "Don Pedro." He spelled out. "It's my fuckin honeymoon. Why would he come here? He turned to me, and asked. "Would you be able to stay by yourself if I spent a few minutes with my father's friend?" I nodded. He kissed my forehead and gave Derek a stern look before walking away. I knew what that look entailed 'stay with her' Once he turned to the door, I walked across the open space, my shoe

We quarreled nonstop when we got back to the resort. I didn't think I did anything wrong back at the club, nor did I agree that I'll be ordered around and told what to do and what not to do. Ho​llis refused that I would be responsible for making the sole decision of what I want and what I do not want. He insisted that he would decide what was good for me and okay the people I mingle with. Since it was his world, he knew better. ​But stubborn me refused to give him the grace. What the hell is he protecting a twenty-seven year old adult from. I refused to bend, Hollis refused to bend. Two alpha humans merged together in a funny thing called marriage. What the hell was I expecting? We didn't speak to each other after the arguments and I literally folded my clothes from the wardrobe together and created a barricade between us to prevent me from rolling over to his side of the bed. By morning, I insisted that I've had enough of the stupid-ass honeymoon and since he won't let me quit,