Multi Shot - LingOrm and FreenBecky

FREENBCKY- Accidentally Married(PART 5)

Becky's eyes widened. She hadn't expected Freen to notice—or care.

"I thought," Freen continued, stepping even closer, "that maybe we could use this time away. Away from the office, our families, and... those people who keep hanging around you."

"Those people?" Becky echoed, furrowing her brows. 

"What people? My friends?"

Freen let out a low groan, pinching the bridge of her nose as if summoning patience. "Yes, your friends. Specifically, Marisa."

"Marisa?" Becky's confusion only deepened. "She's just a friend, Freen. Why are you bringing her up?"

Freen's eyes darkened, a flicker of something sharp flashing in her gaze. "Marisa isn't just a friend, Becca. I see the way she looks at you. She likes you."

Becky gaped at Freen, completely caught off guard. "What? No, she doesn't! That's ridiculous!"

Freen crossed her arms, her posture rigid. "It's not ridiculous. And it's not just her. Everyone seems to think they can have a piece of you, Becca. But they can't."

Becky was stunned into silence. Was this... jealousy?

"You're mine, Becca," Freen said, her voice dropping to a near whisper. 

Her words were firm, possessive, but there was an undercurrent of vulnerability that Becky couldn't ignore.

"I..." Becky started, struggling to find the right words. "I didn't know you felt this way."

Freen sighed, her gaze softening. "Of course you didn't. You've spent so much time convincing yourself that I don't care about this marriage—or about you. But you're wrong, Becca."

The words hit Becky like a tidal wave, leaving her breathless. 

She stared at Freen, her mind racing to process everything.

"I..." Becky tried again, but Freen held up a hand.

"No more questions," Freen said, reaching out to take Becky's hand. 

Her touch was firm but gentle, and for the first time, Becky didn't pull away.

"Where are we going?" Becky asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Freen smiled faintly, her confidence returning. "Somewhere only we know. Trust me."

And for the first time, Becky thought that maybe—just maybe—she could.

Becky didn't know where they were going, but being with Freen right now felt... different. 

She couldn't quite place the feeling, but for once, she wasn't consumed by tension or second-guessing. It was as though being beside Freen made everything else fade away.

The day had been a whirlwind. 

After arriving on the island, Freen had suggested a stroll along the beach, followed by lunch at a quaint local restaurant. The food was exquisite—far more flavorful and unique than anything Becky had ever tasted. 

Now, as the day wound down, they were sampling dinner, the ocean breeze mingling with the aroma of freshly grilled seafood.

Becky found herself stealing glances at Freen as they ate. 

For someone who carried such an intimidating aura—cold, unyielding, and always dressed in the finest luxury—Freen seemed remarkably at ease here. It was almost... unsettling.