The Honeymoon

My right foot is tripping slightly on the marble floor as I stand in line waiting to be checked in. I’ve imagined this very moment for so long but now that I am here, the reality is so far from my imagination that I almost feel like it’s not even true.

“May I help you?”

I look up at the receptionist and force a smile for her.

“Hi, I have a reservation. The name is Watson” I say smiling carefully while the woman checks her computer.

“Yes, Mrs. Watson, I have you right here. When will Mr. Watson be joining you? If you could give me a time or he could announce his arrival, I will make sure that the champagne is brought to you as soon as he arrives.”

Fuck. I knew some stupid question like this would throw me off balance.

“Ahm..” I mumble as a weak reply, because I have no idea what to reply to that. The receptionist looks up at me and her face falters a little as kindness shines through the professional mask.

“There’s no rush, Mrs. Watson. Just let me know if needed” she smiles calmly and I force a half smile back. Then she hands me the keycard for the room and a brochure for the hotel services before she waves over a bellboy to take my luggage. I only have the one suitcase, but the young man is more than eager to help me out.

“This way, ma’am.”

He gestures towards the elevator and I follow him obedient. The elevator stops at the fifth floor and he gestures down the hallway for me to follow. When he has opened the door and put my suitcase inside the room, he stands in the doorway with his back straightened and his eyes staring straight ahead.

“Oh, right” I mumble, finding my wallet in my purse. I pull out a twenty and hands it to the young man who takes it with a huge smile.

“Thank you, ma’am. Enjoy your honeymoon here at The Continental.”

Yikes. That word has chills running down my spine. I throw myself face first onto the huge king sized bed and groan loudly. Stupid word. Stupid husband. Stupid life. Stupid pre-paid weekend. Stupid whore. I groan again, this time louder and my groan almost turns into a full blown scream. Tears fill my eyes and I let them. No one to stay strong for here so I might as well just let the sorrow take over. This was supposed to be a weekend of fun and romance and happiness, a second honeymoon, but now I’m thinking it’ll be a weekend of sorrow, bad romantic B-movies and room service. My phone starts to vibrate in my pocket and I pull it out to look who is calling me. Oh no. No, no, no. I am so not in the mood for that right now. I let the caller go to voicemail and wait patiently until the message ticks in that I have a new voice message. I dial up.

“You have *ONE* new message. Press 1 to listen. Press 2 to hear it again. Press 3 to delete. Press 4 to save. Press 5 to dial back...” I cut of the mechanic voice by pressing the 1 button.

"Marissa, this is Annabella Watson, your mother in law. I would like to know why you are on the honeymoon weekend alone and why my son is staying at home when you were supposed to be away together. As you know, I am very concerned for how the plans for my future grandchild is getting along, and this news about you two not spending the weekend together is very troubling to me in that regards. Please do call me back at your earliest convenience, thank you.”

I groan loudly while letting the phone drop to the bed. Why on Earth did I marry into that crazy family? I don’t even have to ask myself, do I? I already know the answer. Owen Watson. When I met him, he was the man of my dreams. Tall, handsome and the perfect gentleman. I didn’t even know his family’s reputation but oh I soon learned that the hard way. The Watsons are one of the richest families in the state as they own practically half the businesses and companies around. Owen is their eldest and the heir to the kingdom, so when he found a commoner like me, Annabella Watson was not happy. She wanted to force a prenup on me and I would have happily signed the damn thing, but Owen wouldn’t have it. He wanted to enter our marriage on equal terms and his statement made me love him even more. How stupid of me, I know. But fools for love, eh? Because here I am; sitting alone in the most beautiful honeymoon suite at the best hotel in town all freaking alone while my loving husband bangs the shit out of his twenty-something secretary. Oh the irony of the stereotype is not lost me. And knowing Annabella Watson, she won’t care for me telling her that I’m getting a divorce simply because of adultery. She would shake her beautiful head, making sure her perfect hair doesn’t get out of order, while tsk-ing at me hard. And then she’d tell me not to do anything stupid and that all men fool around and that we, as women, are not to take care of such triteness. Her late husband probably cheated on her too, but imagine the scandal it would have cause in the tabloids? Yeah, she would not have wanted that for her family so she probably sucked it up. Or maybe she didn’t care that he fucked around. As far as I have understood, their marriage was arranged between their fathers so maybe she didn’t even love the later Owen Wilson Sr. The phone on the nightstand starts to ring and I eye it nervously. No... She wouldn’t... Would she?

“Hello?” I whisper holding my breath out of fear of who it might be.

“I’m so sorry to disturb you Mrs. Watson” the receptionist says, clearly meaning it, “but Mrs. Watson just phoned us, asking to be directed to your room.”

SHE DID WHAT? I nearly shout the words into the phone but manage to keep my mouth shut instead.

“I told her that you had not checked in yet, but that I would leave a message for you to call her back upon your arrival.”

Holy shit. The receptionist lied for me? And to my mother in law; the mighty, powerful and scary Annabella Watson?

“I... I hope that wasn’t the wrong thing to say?”

The receptionist’s voice falters a bit, just like her face did earlier and I sigh heavily while shaking my head, even though she can’t see me through the phone.

“No, no, not at all. I am very happy for your service” I reply quickly. I can almost hear the woman sighing too.

“I’m glad to hear it, Mrs. Watson. Please let me know if there is anything else I may assist you with as we wish your stay here at The Continental to be a pleasant one.”

“Please call me Marissa” I reply but regret it as soon as the words have left my lips. The receptionist becomes very quiet and I mentally kick myself for thinking this professional lady is my friend and confidential in the upcoming stupid-ass divorce against the Watson Family.

“I would not feel comfortable with that, Mrs. Watson” the woman mumbles back and I shake my head again.

“No, of course not. I’m sorry for asking, please just know that your service is very appreciated.”

A few hours later I have unpacked my clothes and decide to head for the bar for a drink before ordering room service for a very early dinner. I don’t really want to sit in that beautiful restaurant with my dinner all alone even if it will be empty because of the early time. But the memories of my first time here would be too much, even if I really want to see the place again. So I throw on a long black dress that was made for everyday use but can fit for a casual dinner before making my way down the staircase. I smile to the receptionist while passing her in the foyer and enter the huge dining room a few seconds later. Wow. Yeah. My memory has not done it justice. The ceiling is high and the atmosphere is posh, but the smiles on the servants are genuine and warm as they hurry around to set up tables ready for dinner serving in a few hours. I sit down on an empty bar stool and smile at the bartender as he approaches me right away.

“What may I help you with?”

He has a very cute smile though he is barely in his twenties and probably fifteen years younger than me. Maybe I should fuck a boy like this just to get back at Owen? Nah, that’s not really my style. And I’m not into jailbait. I force a motherly smile back.

“Something with rum and cherry, please. Surprise me” I smile as I hand him my keycard for the room so he can put the drink on my check. He looks down at it and is momentarily surprised, but he quickly recovers and smiles back at me, handing me the card back.

“Right away, Mrs. Watson.”

Lovely. They all know who I am and soon they will all know that I am here alone and then the rumors will starts to circle. Great. Just fucking lovely. I look around the almost empty room and notice that besides the staff, there is only one table occupied with a group of businessmen. They look important. What if they know Owen? What if they know that I’m his wife? What if they know that he is with his secretary and start to gossip about me sitting here alone? What if they -

“Mary?”

I turn at the sound of my old nickname and stare straight into the face of a very handsome man. Very handsome, indeed. The man in front of me is a bit taller than me with dark hair and a masculine face. Smooth cheeks with only the hint of a stubble and as my eyes lower down his body, I see that he is extremely well trained. And in a very well-tailored and expensive suit to fit his hard body perfectly. I look up again. Dark brown eyes stare at me with wonder and longing, but it takes a few seconds for my memory to kick in. Suddenly I see this handsome man in a slightly younger version and I nearly gasp out loud.

“On my god... Seth? Is that you?”

A huge grin spreads on his face and he reaches out his arms for me.

“Yes, shit, Mary, I haven’t seen you in years!” Seth exclaims as he pulls me down from the chair to hug me hard. I nearly drown in his embrace but oh lord, it feels so good to be held in the arms of a strong man. Too soon the embrace is over and Seth holds me out as if too get a proper look at me. His dark eyes trail down my body and I feel a faint blush appear on my cheeks.

“Wow, Mary, you look amazing" he smiles but the words aren’t the compliment I take to heart; it’s the way his eyes eat up my body in the most sensual way. Oh Seth has that way with women as far as I recall. Seth Gamble was the best friend of my college boyfriend and he always had that flirty attitude to him. He never flirted with me, of course, because I was dating his best friend, but I always secretly wondered what it would be like to be on the receiving end of that notorious flirting from handsome Seth Gamble.

“Thank you” I mumble, feeling the blush deepen and dip my eyes to avoid those dark ones in front of me.

“Here you go, Mrs. Watson.”

The bartender puts the drink in front of me and I turn towards the bar as an excuse to catch a breath before my head turns into a tomato.

“‘Mrs. Watson’ is it now, huh?” Seth mumbles and I turn my head towards him again. The smile on his face is teasing, but the look on his face is serious. “You’ve certainly moved up the social ladder, eh, Mary?”

I blush again.

“So... where is Mr. Watson?” Seth asks expectantly, still with those intelligent eyes staring straight into mine.

“Not here” I reply, nearly choking on the words which is the only reason why I’m not adding ‘cause he’s too busy fucking his secretary’. Seth’s eyes trail down my body again and I feel goose bumps spread all over my skin. He takes a small step closer and leans down his head a bit towards mine. A wave of his perfume hits me smack in the face and I almost groan as I take in the masculine scent.

“Tell me, Mary, who would a man like Owen Watson let his beautiful wife stay alone in a hotel all weekend?”

Seth’s breath is warm and hot against my face. I open my mouth to reply, but no words come out. How does Seth know that Owen isn’t here at all? I didn’t say that. And how does he know that I’m here alone all weekend? I didn’t say that either.

“He’s busy” I whisper, not wanting this handsome stranger form my past to know that my husband is cheating on me. Because what a disappointment I am as a woman if my own man has to satisfy his needs somewhere else, right? Seth leans in closer. The intimacy is too close for a stranger and anyone else would have earned a slap for their proximity, but somehow Seth gets a pass for it just because he is Seth.

“What could possibly be more important that having you all alone in a hotel room for an entire weekend?” Seth mumbles. Oh he is so, so close and every inch of my skin is on fire with his proximity. Seth radiates masculinity and a part of me just wants to grab him hard and have him kiss the living shit out of me. Right here in the middle of the restaurant in front of everyone; not giving a shit about anything else. But I was raised right. I would never do that. Seth might; but I wouldn’t. And he knows it. Which is why he is teasing me like this, isn’t it? He can’t possibly be oblivious to the effect he has on me and those dark, intelligent eyes scanning my every move tell me that he isn’t. He is very observant and he knows exactly what effect he has on me. He wants this effect on me.

“Tell me, Mary" Seth mumbles. I curse internally over his intense way of saying my name. I’ve been called Marissa for so long now that I had forgotten how much I dislike the name and prefer to be called Mary. “What is more important to do than spend the whole weekend between your lovely legs?”

Holy shit. Seth! My cheeks burn with embarrassment but I don’t back down. I keep my head right in front of Seth’s, letting him move in even closer and shit, my body screams for this. This is the most erotic situation I’ve ever been is and I am starving for it. Seth’s mouth is so close that I can feel the warmth of his lips against my cheek, even though he is not touching me at all.

“His secretary” I whisper so low that it’s almost not audible, but Seth hears it. His reaction isn’t there at all; usually people would be horrified or outrageous when they hear about a husband fucking around, but there is no reaction at all from Seth. Maybe he’s not surprised? Maybe he was expecting that exact answer?

“Hmm” he mumbles before his hand reaches out for me. Strong fingers grab a lock of my hair and twist the huge curl around them before letting it slide out of his hand again. “I always knew he was a retard, but letting a woman like you go is taking the first price in stupidity.”

“W-what?” I choke out, completely dazed by the intimacy and masculinity surrounding me to even think clearly anymore. Seth’s fingers slide down my cheek in a soft stroke making me hold my breath.

“Look at you, Mary. You’re starving, aren’t you?”

Seth’s voice is intense and warm. I don’t even know how to reply to that, so I just nod. Because I am. And not for the food, even though I am pretty hungry now. No I am starving for his touch. I haven’t been touched like this in a very long time and honestly, I’ve never been touched like this ever before. That strong hand pushes my hair back from my shoulder and Seth’s eyes roam over my collarbone and neckline. He gently cubs my face in his palm. The warmth of his hand is like fire against my skin.

“Will you let me take care of your starvation, Mary?”

Somehow that question is my worst fear and my biggest fantasy coming true at the same time. I’ve never been the cheating type and I actually despise adultery above anything else. But I am getting a divorce and it’s not like I am the one ruining the marriage with a lover. And this is Seth Gamble, for fuck sake. He is the bad boy of all sexual fantasies and I clearly remember his reputation from when we were in college. Michael never mentioned much about it, but the girls who had been there lived to tell the tale. And it was not vanilla. No, Seth was known for his hard fucks, his rough sex and his dominant behavior, especially in the bedroom. Or anywhere else for that matter. There were so many rumors and stories about how wild a sex-monster Seth was, that all of it couldn’t possibly be true. Most of it was probably exaggerated. Or so I always thought. I’ve always found the idea of dominance intriguing but never really had the courage to speak it out loud. And Owen was a straight up vanilla-kinda-guy who only did it in the bed and only on Wednesdays. Which is also why his adultery hurt even more. So he was fine with fucking another wildly, but I got the boring sex. So unfair.

“Mary?”

Seth’s warm voice pulls me back into the present and nothing has changed since I took a trip down memory-lane; Seth still has his hand on my cheek, he is still so close that it’s too much for public show and his brown eyes are still shinning with intensity and pure lust. What was the question again?

“Let me take care of you” Seth mumbles and without thinking further about it; I nod. I nod my accept, earning me a huge and triumphant grin from Seth. He pulls a bit back from me, bites his lip and looks down at my body again. He clearly likes what he sees: my soft curves in the black dress. My loose, curled blonde hair. Green eyes to match the fairness in my skin and the freckles on my face. Seth lets go of my cheek and turns towards the bar. He picks up the pink drink that the bartender has put in front of me and hands me the glass.

“Drink up, Mary. You’re going to need it” Seth grins with sparkling eyes and I do as he says. I drown the content of the glass without even tasting it, but the alcohol burns down my throat. Seth takes the glass out of my hand and puts it on the counter again. Then he grabs my hand and pulls me out of the dining room. Holy shit. What have I agreed to?! I am pulled through the foyer and into the elevator. As soon as the doors close, Seth grabs both my wrists and pins me against the wall with my hands held on the sides of my face. His pelvis grinds against my lower belly and I exclaim a loud moan, not able to hold it back at all when I feel that hard length against my belly.

“That’s right, Mary, feel me” Seth groans into my ear. The warmth of his breath and the dominant behavior is aiming straight for my core to ignite a fire I didn’t even knew was in me. The elevator stops and a second before the door opens, Seth pushes himself off me and stands up straight as if nothing has happened. Holy shit. I lean against the side of the elevator as an elderly couple enter and smiles kindly at us. The woman frown her brows at me and I quickly push myself out from the wall and smooth my dress a bit. The man however has a huge smile for me and I have a feeling he know exactly what Seth was doing to me just seconds before they entered. A few moments later the elevator pings again and the light indicated floor five, which is where my room is. But Seth seems to know this already as he grabs my hand, nods to the couple and pulls me out of the elevator towards my room. He holds out his hand for me and I give him the keycard for the room without hesitation. How did he know that this was my room? That I am staying in the honeymoon suite? A lucky guess? When the door is open, Seth pulls me forward and nearly pushes me into the room. But he stays in the door way with the door still open.

“I’ll be back in 30 minutes. I want to prepared for me; washed, shaved and wearing that dress again but with no underwear. Is that understood?”

Holy fuck. Is he serious? His voice is hard and commanding, but with an edge of tease. Yeah, he is serious. I nod quickly. His hand reaches out for me and his huge palm closes around my throat. I gasp surprised and a little exited.

“What was that, Mary?” Seth mumbles as he steps in closer and his mouth is warm against my cheek. “I said; is that understood?”

I nod again, this time quicker than before.

“Y-yes” I whisper breathless, my body on fire from that hard hand around my throat and that dominant behavior from Seth. I’ve never been dominated before; I have no freaking idea on how to respond to it.

"‘Yes sir’" Seth says calmly, nodding while his eyes look into mine and his hand tightens a bit around my throat. “It’s ‘yes sir’. Say it.”

“Yes sir” I whisper, earning me a huge smile from Seth.

“Good girl. Now hurry and get ready for me. I’ll be back soon. Leave the door unlocked and keep the lights off.”

With that Seth lets go of my throat and turns to leave. My eyes follow his broad back and those huge shoulders rolling under the tailored jacket as he stalks down the hallways and turns the corner. I sigh and nearly fall into the wall while exhaling loudly. Holy shit and fuck at the same time. What was wild! I’ve never experienced anything like it before! My body hums from the experience and the expectation of what is to come when Seth gets back in thirty minutes. I close the door but don’t lock it as I hurry towards the bathroom.