Chapter 14 - Feliks
The first thing that welcomed me back to reality as I woke from the short nap, I’d decided to take in our hotel room was the ticking of the clock hanging from the wall just above my head. I’d questioned the placement of the clock when I had first come in but had kept my thoughts to myself.
I didn’t get to think much about the noisy clock as I sat up on my bed and rubbed my eyes to get rid of the mist that had gathered in them because thoughts of Jenna had quickly taken their place, filling the empty void.
A smile spread across my lips when I remembered the events that resulted in us coming on this honeymoon, a trip I’d considered silly initially and didn’t want to give in to. However, at this moment, I was thankful that I had.
During lunch break, I had lunch with Timur in the cafe just a few blocks down from my office when I mentioned that Jenna had been acting a little distant. The fact that she felt scared of me, acting wary whenever she was close to me, seemed to make me worried sometimes, to my surprise.
I wanted her to be comfortable with me, to own not just her body but her heart, too. I wanted her to be mine and accept me, and I wanted her to crave me just as much as I craved her—even more.
I shared my concerns with Timur and let out all my worries to him.
Timur waited till he’d finished chewing on the sandwich in his mouth and took a few gulps of coffee before he replied. Since I’d known Timur, he’d always seemed to take his table manners seriously.
“Why don’t you try taking her on a trip? You know, the one where you show her many fascinating places, spoil her, and make her realize how much you want her. Girls love trips, you know,” Timur had told me. “You should try it. Things could get better from there.” He’d taken another generous bite of his sandwich and wiped his lips with a napkin while holding my gaze.
Of course, I wouldn’t know since I hadn’t dealt with many women, not as much as Timur. So, I wanted him to educate me on how to own a woman’s heart since he was an expert in those things.
I’d spent most of my life working and gathering my wealth while trying to be as powerful as possible. I hadn’t had the time for many women; even whenever I would have a woman, it would be arranged, never something serious, and never in my bedroom, either—I wouldn’t say I liked sharing my space with anybody, especially not a woman.
But with Jenna, it seemed different. I wanted to own her body, but just as much, I wanted her to feel comfortable and own mine, too.
Still, that didn’t change the fact that the idea of a trip seemed ridiculous to me. I had lots of work; why would anyone spend that much time and effort on something as frivolous as a trip?
I’d tried to object, but Timur had just found a way of convincing me.
“Come on, Feliks. You should try it—I thought you desired a change?” he pressed, and I gave it a second thought.
The idea of Jenna finally opening up seemed enticing, and to me, it might be worth the sacrifice—no matter how stupid the idea sounded.
Apart from that, with the excuse of a honeymoon, I could have her to myself for at least three days without any interruption, be it friends, work, or the rest of them. It would be just us and no one else. I was beginning to think of ways I could explore and use her body with all the time I’d have with her.
The way I would touch and arouse her, the way I would worship her body and make sure I left my mark embedded in her heart so that she’d have no option but to think of me wherever she went and whoever she was with.
Only the thought of the things I could do to her during the trip started to turn me on to the point that I almost got an erection.
I still smiled as I reached into the bedside drawer and pulled out the sheet of paper I’d earlier tossed in there. It was the schedule for the three-day trip that Timur had prepared and given to me earlier; he knew I was clueless about these things.
“Make sure you don’t screw this up,” he’d whispered to me as he pressed the paper into my hand.
I’d tried to thank him, but he quickly discarded my gratitude.
“It’s not for free, anyway—you will have to pay someday,” He joked before we parted ways.
This was the umpteenth time I’d studied the schedule; I was trying to memorize every detail. According to the detailed schedule, we were supposed to go to the beach today.
Jenna was in the bathroom taking a shower already, so I decided to get dressed while waiting for her to get ready. I got up from the bed, picked up my clothes, which had been lined up on the bed, and began putting them on—A crisp white linen shirt and tailored swim shorts.
For many reasons, I wouldn't say I liked taking off my shirt outside—one of which was that I was heavily tattooed, which drew a lot of attention since most people wouldn’t want to miss out on the chance to have a look at my delightful, tattooed body.
My thoughts were cut short when something drew my attention to the door, and I immediately held my breath and caught my tongue between my teeth.
My breath was taken away as soon as my eyes caught Jenna, who was done getting ready and had stepped out in her beach outfit.
She looked like a seductress, and her hotness was enough to blow anyone’s mind away—just like I had mine blown away at the moment.
She had on a pastel bikini that hugged her skin tightly and barely covered her ass.
My eyes were fixed on her as I stared, not in amusement but in jealousy—jealousy because other men would see what I was seeing in her when they looked at her. I could not bear the thought of that.
I walked briskly toward her, too impatient to let her get to where I was standing. “You’re wearing that out?”
She raised her brows and lightly shrugged her shoulders. “We are going to the beach, aren’t we? This is what I’m supposed to wear.” Her tone was light but had a bit of confusion laced with it.
I realized she was right, but still, I wasn’t satisfied. I took one more step back toward her while giving her a once over to take in all her features again. My Adam's apple bobbed up and down as I took in the view, I knew other men would have of her once she stepped out like that, and I couldn’t take it.
“You look so hot that I could take you right here and now,” I said under my breath. The debauchery in my voice and eyes did not make any attempt to hide as I said the words to her. “And that is exactly why I don’t want you going out like this, because you belong to me . I can’t have other men ogle at you once we step out like this,” I added. “Go put something over it.”
She let out a loud scoff that made me want to spank her ass before she went inside to do as I’d said.
By the time she returned, she’d put on a cover-up that still did not impress me; it didn’t do much to conceal anything like I’d wanted. Those perverted men would still be able to get a view of her since the thin net cloth did not do much to hide her gorgeous curves.
I mentioned my thoughts to her, and she frowned, hinting that she didn’t like my disposition.
Well, she shouldn’t blame me; it wasn’t my fault that she was damn hot! I was doing what I felt was right—trying to protect her from the ogling eyes of the men out there.
“Go sit in the car and wait for me. I’ll be there in no time,” I told her when I realized there was no way I could make her wear something bigger. Just like she said, we were going to the beach, and that was what she was supposed to wear.
When she walked away to go to the car, I didn’t follow her immediately. I wanted to make a phone call first.
I took out my phone from my pocket and dialed Tom’s number. Tom was a Hawaiian, a friend of Timur's, who was also hosting our vacation.
He picked up immediately after the second ring, and I heard his cheerful voice. When we first met him, I’d noticed how bright the round, pot-bellied man looked as if he had no worry in the world.
“Hey, Feliks, I hope you are enjoying your vacation! Is there anything you need? Let me know, and I’ll make it available right away.”
“Is there any private beach around here where I can have quality alone time with my wife?” My eyes were focused on the car while I took in as much as I could of Jenna, who was sitting there, waiting for me to be done with my phone call so I could drive us to the beach.
“Oh! I wish I could help you with that,” Tom said, “but it’s quite impossible to get a totally private beach.” There was a hint of disappointment in his voice, which lasted only a few seconds before his former cheerful self resurfaced, and his voice resounded over the phone.
“Well except, I know a small, secluded beach that might fit into what you are looking for—it’s the perfect spot for couples. It’s just a bit further away. I am sure you will like it,” Tom said excitedly.
That seemed like the best news I’d heard that day, as it resurrected my lost hope. I was starting to imagine what it would feel like having her all to myself on a secluded beach where no one would bother us and—most importantly—where there would be no perverted men to look at her with lustful eyes.
A grin was on my face as the thoughts ran into my mind.