"safeword". the sexual tension grows even more and I breathlessly reply " vanilla", without wasting another second, he roughly pounds inside of me till every inch of his dick is inside me. my head balls back and suddenly a sharp pain stings on my as...
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"WHAT?" I'm pretty sure every single person around me heard me screaming at the top of my lungs right now.
"Jeez, woman, calm down," Elijah says while letting out a giggle.
"Honeymoon? Why? This isn't even a real wedding. " As those words come out of my mouth, I realize what I just said. Elijah's body tenses up a little, and his expression goes back to being cold.
"Even if it is, we still need to pretend that we are in love with the media, and as you know, they're going to be stalking us everywhere, seeing how powerful our families are." He replies, and my heart stops racing.
"But do we need to?" I ask with a confused look. "Yes, we do. I can't have any rumors spreading around now, can we?" He says, and I give up because the whole point of this wedding was to get our families together, and if we don't go, It'll all be ruined.
"Fine," I sigh, and we head straight to the airport and get into the private jet.
"But wait, what about all of my belongings?" I ask. "They have all been brought to the place we will be staying in," he replies while typing on his phone.
The plane takes off, and Elijah is seated on the opposite side of me. I look around for a While and then at the view outside of the window, but get bored pretty quickly.
"You should rest for a while," he says as my eyes get heavier by the second. I looked outside, and it was dark. The sun had gone down completely.
"You've had a tiring day, get some sleep," he says, and I hum in response. I slowly get lost in my thoughts and think about the events today. I am now a married woman. And it's a strange feeling. One day, my whole life takes a turn. Now, I'm on a plane with my 'husband' who is probably just as disinterested in this union as me.
Except, I might be started getting attracted to this man. I might've. I don't know what feelings he has started bringing up in my heart, but it feels odd and comfortable at the same time.
I slowly doze off to sleep before I know it. A while later, I felt the seat next to me dip a little, and my eyes flutter open to see Elijah sitting beside me.
"I'm sorry, did I wake you up?" His low voice was husky, and he smelt of expensive cologne and scotch as always. "Mhm, no," I replied, tossing a little in my seat. "Sleep," he said and pulled me closer until my head was resting on his chest, and his hand moved on my back in circles.
This felt nice. For some reason, this even felt like it was meant to be. Like we were meant to be. But then I soon realized that I was just a mistake for him. Isn't that what he told me? Yep.
I fell back asleep by the warmth of his chest, and even though I hated him, I didn't want to move from this position.
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