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The knock from my room door caused me to jerk my eyes open, as I jumped to a sitting position on the bed.
"Come in." My tone came out as sleepily as I felt.
Hane opened the door, shutting it behind her as soon as she'd walked in.
"You don't look too well," she pointed out, moving towards me.
"I couldn't sleep." A groan escaped me at the reason for my lack of sleep.
Don's kiss had occupied my thoughts and all sleep was gone from my eyes.
"Sorry about that, but you need to get ready," she didn't sound sorry, "we have to get going in about four hours from now."
At first I was confused, but then remembered I was going on my honeymoon today.
Annoyed, I collapsed on the bed, covering myself with the duvet, just to groan even more.
"Come on, don't be so lazy." I felt her hand hit my back.
***
Hane had picked my clothes for me, proving that her sense of dressing was perfect.
The grey matching jersey with a snakeskin boot made me look eye-catching.
I didn't even realize when she had packed my clothes in the traveller's bag, but she had and also held another bag I guessed was going to be hers.
Once out of my room, the nervousness hit me at having to meet with Don.
After what had happened yesterday, I wasn't sure how to even see him.
What was I going to say? It'd be very awkward.
Maybe we could just say he kissed me because he saw I was in need of comfort and that was his best way of comforting me.
Yes, that's right.
Mustering all courage, I sauntered to the dining room I was told Don would be in.
Hane had left to keep our bags in the car or whatever, my thoughts were too occupied by him that I wasn't listening.
Once inside the dining room, I sighted him sitting on the head of the table, his phone on his left hand while he picked the food with his left hand.
Did he ever stop using that phone?
He craned his head upwards to stare at me for just a second before returning his attention back to his phone.
I went to take a seat at the tail of the twelve seater dining table as a maid came to drop my food in front of me, but sitting with Don had made me lose my appetite.
It didn't help that he wasn't saying a word.
That was killing me.
I started eating, but stopped after a few bites, taking a sip of the orange juice that was beside my food.
He was also done eating, then stood up, strutting past me without even a word or at least a small glance at me.
Was he not going to talk about last night? Was he seriously going to act like nothing happened?
I don't think I can do that, I need to confront him or something.
***
The drive to the airport was just as silent.
He hadn't said anything, his head still buried in whatever he did on that phone I already hated.
Once at the airport, I was surprised to see some photographers heading towards us.
Don opened the door, walking round the car to surprisingly open the door for me, stretching out his hand for me to take with an obviously feigned grin planted on his face.
The surprise was evident in my expression, because why on earth was he being a gentleman?
"Take my hand." He ordered lowly, the grin still plastered on his face.
Which was enough to remind me of the presence of the media and the fact we had to make them think we're a happy couple.
So I took his hand, and he gentlemanly got me out of the car, before replacing the hand around my waist.
That was an unexpected action, causing a squeal to escape me, but I immediately controlled it.
If that was to happen, the media would probably go crazy.
They were trying to find ways to take the perfect photos while trying to push their way through the bodyguards that didn't allow them.
We both walked to the airport with Hane behind us.
When we got in, we entered the airplane that was surprisingly empty, as we both took seats beside each other.
He still didn't say a word and although I wanted to ask him about it, I didn't.
When I began feeling oscitant, it reminded me of the fact I hadn't slept overnight because of this asshole.
Well, this was a plane and a perfect place to repose, I just hoped some crazy dude doesn't touch my hair while I'm asleep.
As cliché as it might seem, I woke up to see my head resting on Don's shoulder.
"Oh my, I'm sorry." I quickly pulled apart, expecting to earn a glare from him, instead his expression was unreadable.
"We're here." He said, standing up.
We're here?
Woah, here comes Australia, a place I've never been to.
The drive to the hotel we'd be staying was also boring as Don didn't say a word, while I took pictures as instructed by Suzy and Rose.
They'd said they wanted to know everything that happens during my stsy here.
Everything.
When the car came to a halt in front of a very huge hotel, a man came to open the door for me.
Don got out and I'd expected him to be the gentleman he was at the airport, but he just walked towards the hotel completely ignoring me.
So, I just got out myself, a frown plastered on my face.
Hane got down from her car too, heading towards me.
"Let's go in," she said warmly so we both walked in.
Once in, the beauty of the hotel captured my attention that I had to take some photos.
But then, I noticed Don who was heading to an elevator, like he wasn't aware I was not with him.
That shortened my awe and capturing as there was no way I was getting lost so we had to rush to keep up with him.
Which was a success, because once the elevator door separated, we had caught up with him, the three of us heading in.
Once in, I had to catch my breath from rushing, while he pressed a button and the elevator started moving.
It dinged, followed by the door splitting.
I had expected him to walk out of it so I'd follow but instead he pulled out one of the cards I didn't notice was on his hands, handing it to Hane.
"This is your room floor."
She took it from him, stepping out of the elevator, after a bow.
The door closed again so I awkwardly stood beside him till it separated.
We both stepped out, then I followed him to a very beautiful door.
He handed a card to me which I read aloud as, "8G"
Then turned to the door that also read '8G'
"This is my room," but my gaze caught sight of him holding the same card.
My brows pulled to a frown at the sight, "re we staying in the same hotel room?"
He turned to me and for the first time today, he actually made a conversation with me.
"What, you don't think we'll stay in separate rooms, do you?"
"Well, it's not like the media can walk into the hotel, we don't have to pretend in here," I pointed out, a little alarmed at the thought of us sleeping together.
"Don't forget you're still my secretary, I don't think you'd expect me to call you from another room just because I need some files from you."
Wow, so I'd still be working on my honeymoon.
I could already see the future of this honeymoon.
Boring as hell.
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