A hot widower's wife || FreenBecky (G!p)

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"Prince... Prince Freen..." The words echoed in the air from the flight attendant, plus with the gentle and slow murmur of the plane's engine filled the cabin, Freen and Rebecca stirred from their slumber, slowly opening their eyes to the unfamiliar surroundings. The soft glow of the cabin lights illuminated their faces as they blinked away the remnants of sleep.

However, their moment of awakening wasn't as nice as their usual awake.

Rebecca's eyes widened in realization as she glanced down and noticed her position, cuddled up against Freen on the bed. In a reflexive motion, her feet shot out, pushing Freen by surprise and sending her tumbling to the ground with a yelp of pain.

"Auch!" Freen's cry of discomfort, and pain echoed through the cabin, drawing amused chuckles from the nearby plane crew, who struggled to maintain their composure. Freen shot them a fierce glare, silently daring them to continue their laughter as she hissed in pain.

The flight attendant, sensing the tension in the air, quickly composed himself and addressed them with utmost respect. "We have arrived, Prince Freen and Princess Rebecca" he announced politely, bowing his head in deference to their royal titles.

With a brief farewell, the flight attendant made his exit, leaving Freen and Rebecca alone once more. As they exchanged bemused glances, the reality of their situation began to sink in. They were finally at their destination, ready to embark on their unexpected honeymoon adventure.

Freen's glare bore into Rebecca, her eyes flashing with a mixture of irritation and confusion. Slowly rising to her feet and cradling her sore waist, she couldn't help but voice her disbelief. "What the hell, Rebecca? You just kicked me!"

Rebecca met Freen's gaze head-on, her own expression a mix of annoyance and defiance. "Who gave you permission to hug me? Who said you could sleep with me? Huh?!" she retorted sharply, her tone laced with contempt as she rolled her eyes in exasperation.

Freen couldn't suppress a chuckle at Rebecca's audacity, though her amusement was tinged with exasperation. "Gosh, fuck, I regret taking care of you just now. You're not even thanking me," she groaned, her eyes rolling in sync with Rebecca's.

As Freen gathered her belongings and turned to walk away, Rebecca felt a pang of guilt wash over her. Was this her fault? Yes, her head suddenly felt dizzy just now, and right now its getting better. But still! Freen dont have to do this! No, she reasoned. This is not her fault.

Who asked her to hug me in the first place? She should have known to maintain a barrier, to keep their interactions strictly professional.

With a determined gulp, Rebecca gathered her own things and hurriedly followed after Freen, her steps quickening as she closed the distance between them.

"Hey! Wait for me, oldie!" Rebecca shouted, her voice echoing through the corridor as she sprinted to catch up with the fast-paced Freen. They getting off from the private plane in a rush.

Freen didn't slow down, her strides purposeful and determined. She was clearly upset, and Rebecca knew she had to do something to diffuse the tension. "Freen, wait up!" she called again, her tone pleading as she closed the gap between them.

Finally, Freen halted in her tracks, turning to face Rebecca with an exasperated sigh. "What now, Rebecca?" she snapped, her frustration palpable as she crossed her arms over her chest.

Rebecca skidded to a stop in front of Freen, slightly out of breath from the chase. "I'm sorry, okay? I didn't mean to kick you," she apologized, her voice sincere as she met Freen's gaze and right now they were standing around the airport's lobby.

Freen's expression softened slightly at Rebecca's apology, though her irritation was still evident. "Well, you did," she replied curtly, though there was a hint of amusement in her eyes.

Rebecca sighed, running a hand through her hair in frustration. "I know, and I'm sorry. Can we just... forget it?" she asked tentatively, hoping to mend the rift between them.

Freen regarded her for a moment, her expression unreadable. Then, with a resigned nod, she relented. "Fine. But no more kicking, okay?" she said, a small smirk playing at the corner of her lips.Rebecca grinned in relief, grateful for the chance to make amends. "Deal," she agreed, extending her hand for Freen to shake.

Freen hesitated for a moment before taking Rebecca's hand in her own, sealing their truce with a firm shake. "Alright then. Let's go," she said, her tone lighter as she turned to continue their way, Rebecca falling into step beside her.

As they made their way to the place where they would be staying for an entire week, Rebecca couldn't help but groan inwardly at the thought. A whole week with Freen, in paradise no less. It sounded like a dream come true to some, but to Rebecca, it felt more like a nightmare.

Freen, on the other hand, seemed unfazed by the prospect of spending a week together. She walked with purpose, her demeanor calm and collected despite the tension that had lingered between them moments ago. But still, the thoughts of rebecca is always getting on her nerves makes she a little annoyed. uh.

Rebecca glanced over at her, studying her profile as they walked. Despite their differences and occasional clashes, she couldn't deny the allure of Freen's presence. There was something magnetic about her, something that drew Rebecca in despite her better judgment.