Chapter 16 -

I slumped on the bed pouting my lips, feeling so frustrated with Nick. He’s right. Our families would definitely support him when they know the truth about what had gone down; they had all called them the perfect couple so many times recently that they would not only support Nick, but also be heartbroken. How could he back up on his words? If I knew this would happen I wouldn’t have agreed to go on with his plan and I can’t back out now easily because the marriage does not only affect the two of us but so many more lives.

Just because he knew the truth about my virginity, he wanted me to be his wife. Why? So that he could have sex with me anytime he wants? If I become his wife for real, I could ask him to have sex with me anytime I want. I could feel his lips on mine whenever and wherever, as his hands will work magic on by body. I could rub and kiss his six packs anytime I want, when I want and where I want. The thought has made me all hot and sweaty.

Stupid Ashley! I hit myself on the head. How could you think about sex and kissing at this time? There are so many responsibilities that come with marriage. Commitment and trust among other things. You have to be responsible for his well being, you have to take care about his feelings and his needs and trust him, but would you able to trust him? My mind asked me. That would be hard to do.

Well, he has to do same for me right? He has to take care about my feelings and my needs too right. Sex and kisses are part of needs, isn’t it? Shit! I hit myself again with the palm of my hand. Stop thinking about it for a while but I couldn’t when that is the first thing that comes to my mind when I think about us. Gosh, I can’t deny I love having sex with him. He is a great lover. I can’t compare him to anyone else in the bedroom department, but I don’t think anyone else can make my heart beat like he does.

I have never allowed myself do it with anyone else but my husband. I pondered. Isn’t that what I promised myself, to give my body and soul to my husband? Nick is my husband and I’ve given him my body. Soul? Will I able to give my soul to someone I hate? Do I hate him? I don't think so I do anymore. Not after what happened between us last night. I think I'm starting to like him now, but does Nick like me back?

I wonder what is the real reason Nick wants me to be his wife. Can it because he felt that it’s his responsibility for what happened between us? Maybe he is feeling guilty that he took my virginity from me. I’m sure he had taken other several girls’ virginity but why hasn’t he married any of them? Why a sudden guilt when it comes to me? Is it because I lost my virginity at the age of 22 or is it because he loves making love to me that he didn’t want anyone else to have me?

Yeah, right, keep on dreaming Ashley. I have forgotten that I am not his usual type of girl. I am not perfect in his eyes. Maybe he couldn’t resist me because there no one else on this small island but the two of us. He just lusts after me because there’s no one else here around to tap.

Nick came out from the bathroom wrapped in a towel around his waist; he looked delicious, ready to be ravished under the towel. I could smell the mixture of shower gel and aftershave from a distance. My heartbeat increased just at the sight of him and my eyes remained glued to him. Without meeting my eyes he moved over to his suitcase to get his clothes. He continued to look away from me. I knew he was still upset with me.

I slowly pretended to comb my hair, while waiting for him to get completely dress. He didn’t take the comb from me; he ran his fingers through his hair making them look sexy. As I watched his fingers work magic, I was tempted to run my fingers through his hair. Once he finished I followed behind him; walking out of our room. He stopped and glanced at me. I immediately walked next to him, pulled his hand into mine and he didn’t pull away. We walked together towards the deck without a word.

“I’ve ordered breakfast on the deck for today” he told me in a serious monotonous tone without being questioned. “They will bring the food by canoe.”

“Wow,” I said. It would be a romantic breakfast. I could feel Goosebumps all over my body just thinking about being romantic and sensual with him. I’ve just remembered that he had planned a romantic picnic today too.

“Are we still going to the lagoon today?” I eagerly asked him.

He didn’t even glanced at me, “It’s not a lagoon but an Island,” he corrected me, “I think I’m going to cancel it,” he said while sitting down on the deck and I joined him, sitting beside him.

“Why?” I disappointedly asked him.

“Because I want us to go there as husband and wife,” he stressed without looking at me. He still bore an angry and upset face.

“I am already your wife,” I bluntly said to his stupidity.

“I mean as a permanent husband and wife,” he stressed again. “Not as temporary fake husband and wife.”

“Why do you want me to be your wife?” I asked him.

“Because I think I’m responsible for all that has happened. I must take that my responsibility,” he pressed.

“You don’t have to be responsible for anything,” I said to him, “It’s not confirmed yet that I am pregnant.”

“It’s not just about possibly getting you pregnant. It’s about what I have done to you. I had sex with you without you even knowing of it. It’s could considered a rape. Do you know that? I want to be responsible for taking something precious from you. For making you lose your virginity without your consent,” he explained further with a regretful tone.

“I’m not going to charge you for that. Anyway you were also intoxicated and can’t remember a thing,” I pointed out.

“Yeah I know but I still want to be responsible for it. I know you wanted to keep your virginity for your husband, right?” he asked and I blushed at that statement. “Well I am you husband and you could still keep that promise to yourself.”

“You don’t have to do that,” I pressed again.

“Well I want to,” he stressed, “What more if our parents know about this? I’m a responsible man, Ashley. I want to take care of my responsibility,” he repeated.

“But I don’t want to be your wife,” I protest.

“Why not?” asked Nick.

“Because we don’t love each other,” I stressed, “I want to be married to someone I love and I definitely don’t love you.”

“We could try to learn to love each other,” he suggested.

“I’m not your type,” I pointed out.

“How do you know you are not my type?” he scowled at me.

“Well….,” I shuttered, “I understand you like brunet and a fully tan skin.” I said softly. Somehow thinking that I’m not his type hurts me.

“Who told you that?” he scoffed.

“Jenna,” I said softly.

“And you believed her?” he asked.

“What’s not to believe?” I reverted back the question to him, “I’ve seen you with that type of girls most of time, actually all the time.”

“Well it doesn’t mean I like them,” he scorned.

“But you were with them; that has to stand for something.” I pointed out.

“Yeah like one day,” he said, “And for your information, they come to me and not me to them.”

“Yeah, but you still entertained them,” I stressed.

“Maybe because that’s my character, unable to resist girls,” he smirked.

I rolled my eyes, "Do you know that once you are my husband you have to learn to resist oher girls?" I pointed out. "Are you sure you’re willing to give that up?" I scoffed.

“I've already given that up long time ago. I haven’t had any girlfriend or slept with any girl since college, well except recently with you,” he confessed.

I looked at him with wide eyes, “You’re joking, right?”

“No, I’m not,” he insisted.

“Why?” I asked.

“Because I didn’t feel like doing it,” He scoffed.

I tried to pursue more about it but he stopped me, “Let’s talk about it later. Right now I want to know whether you agree to remain as my wife.”

“But….” I hesitated. I had so many questions that I want answers to but he interrupted me.

“Why can’t you give us a try Ashley? Who knows we might be just perfect for each other, everyone else thinks so. There’s no in harm trying, right?” he asked and then added with a smirk, “Anyway you do enjoy kissing me and making love to me, right? I know from the way you scream my name and moan.”

“You promised not to boast about it,” I reminded him while pouting my lips, “Is that one of the reason why you want me to be your wife, to have sex with me?”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to say that,” he said softly and looked at me intensely, “No, that’s not the reason why I want you to be my wife even though I admit I love making sweet love to you,” I blushed at his words and advert my eyes away from him, while he continued, “Marriage isn’t all about sex but compromise, trust and understanding each other and other tiny little things that make your partner happy. I really wanted to give us a chance to find all that in each other. I think we have no problem compromising with each other because we discuss about whatever we want to do, like right now. Am I right?”

I have to admit I agree with him but I’m still not fully confident, “We don’t love each other Nick,” I pointed out again with a heavy sigh. I have always been that girl who had the Prince Charming dreams; I want to be swept of my feet to live in a palace of contentment and bliss. I don’t want to compromise on love.

“Like I said earlier, we could learn to love each other by getting to know about each other. It will definitely come along the way. I like you and I think you are starting to like me too and don’t you deny it.” I bit my lips blushing away.

He added, “Let’s begin with like, then love will come and when there is love, understanding and trust will come next. Come on. Let’s give us a chance. We could start right now. This would be a perfect place for us to start, by getting to know each other, the real people we are.” he suggested.

He took my hands in his and started rubbing slow circles on the back of them. I looked at him and bit my lips again while he smiled. Yeah, he is right. I admit that I have started to like him especially after what happened between us. I do enjoy making sweet love to him, which I definitely can’t deny. I have started to like the other side of him, the charming Nick. I do want to know what he likes and doesn’t, what’s his secret and what his favorite. I do want to get to know the real Nick.

Maybe we should give us a chance. Give our marriage a real chance. After all, we both are married and officially husband and wife, but I still am not sure about whether it’s a good idea because I know I’m not his type.

“What if we later find out that we are not perfect for each other?” I asked instead.

“If you find that I’m not your match and you can’t live with me, then I’ll give you the annulment that you want. But no matter what, I want to be responsible for you and our child, if you ever get pregnant,” he said.

“Alright,” I nodded my head, “I think there’s no harm in trying since we already are married.”

He smiled and said before kissing me, “I promise you that I'll make sure you will not regret being my wife.”

I smiled on his lips, “Hmm, I would love to see that. But now since I agreed to be your permanent and real wife, you must keep your hands off me because right now I want to ravish you with my hands,” I teased.

He laughed, “No problem my darling. I will let you have me anyway you want but in the bedroom. Now let’s have breakfast”

“Hmm, that’s my man,” I said and we kissed again.

The canoe came and gave us our breakfast. There was bacon, French toast, juice of different flavors and so many other assorted items; my mouth was watering. I helped myself to a large serving of everything. Nick and I shared the plate while feeding each other.