Fate

Chapter 2

The next day was filled with traveling to our honeymoon in St. Croix. It was a blur of a day, coupled with a migraine that I tried to sleep off on each leg of the trip. I was exhausted. Physically, mentally. I wanted a nice bath and to be with my husband alone. No phones, no distractions.

After a 45-minute drive on winding roads, we arrive at our all-inclusive resort. I booked this trip through my travel planner. I asked for 3 things. One; an all-inclusive resort with multiple restaurants and a nice pool. Two; Ocean front room. Three; a big tub in the room. She delivered and over-delivered. Dreams Resort was a high-end resort with 8 restaurants on property, 4 pools, a world-renowned spa, ocean front space and rooms to die for.

After we get our keys, we make our way to the honeymoon suite, escorted by a bellman. Our door donned a "Happy Honeymoon" banner. We opened the door to find a trail of rose petals from the door to the bed, then to the standalone tub and to the balcony. It's beautiful. I tipped the bellman and sent him off. Closing the door, I hear Jason say, "Oh, you need to come look at this," his voice excited. I turned toward him, he was standing on the balcony, smiling at me. I walk over and have to catch my breath. The balcony looks directly out to the ocean. The sun sparkling off the crashing waves. Jason snakes his arm around my waist, pulling me closer. He dips his head to my ear, "Look right." Confused, I turn my head and see a tub big enough to be a lap pool built into the balcony. I jumped up and down with glee.

Jason laughs and goes inside. I hear the door click, I glanced back and realized that he put a do not disturb sign on the door. I turn back to the ocean view. To the left on the balcony is a hammock seat. I sit down and just enjoy the view. Jason comes over with one of the many books I packed and the room service menu. "Tell me what you want. Then get in the tub out here and read while we wait. Time for you to relax" I smile, leaning my head up for a kiss. He brushes his lips against mine gently. I glance at the menu and ask for chicken and waffles. A compromise of breakfast and lunch. He makes the order while I change into a bikini, heading back to the balcony, finding he already had the water filled and a glass of champagne ready for me. He unpacked out suitcases, giving me the peace to read while I wait and unwind.

Thirty minutes later a knock on the door and Jason opened for them. The scent of food wafting out to me. I started to get out when Jason called over to me, "Nope, stay there babe. I will bring it to you." I smiled, settling back down. After the waiter leaves, He brings over the plates. Having changed himself, he climbs into the tub beside me. "Eat up. You are going to need the energy" he whispers against my ear. I smile and give him a quick gentle kiss before devouring my food. Growing up as a dancer gave me a secret talent of eating way too quickly.

I am sitting forward, on my knees, reading my book while Jason finishes his food. I barely register the clank of his plate on the table before I feel his hand on my back, the water shifting at his movement. I feel his lips at my ear. "I know you are deep in that book" he whispers, "but I'd like to be deep in something else.." His voice trailing. His hand stroked my spine gently, sending a shiver through me. I turn my face slightly towards his, matching his level, "Oh?" an inquisitive tone in my voice. He nods his head. He cups my chin with force, crashing his mouth against mine. I feel myself disassociating as he unties my top. I try to bring my focus back, matching the rhythm of his mouth on mine.

It's not that I don't enjoy s*x, I do. We just have very different preferences. I am usually the one that instigates it, tries to get us to try something different. Lately, I haven't been in the mood for rejection of what I want. So I go through the motions. I know what he likes, I know what makes him squirm. A flick of the tongue, a stroke of the hand. It's the same thing every time, and I find my mind blank, not getting my own satisfaction out of it.

I come back to reality twenty minutes later. Not remembering being brought inside to the bed. I look over at Jason. He lazily runs a finger across my face and says plainly, "Now that we are married, I have a question to ask you." I had a feeling I knew what it was, but I raised an eyebrow, a sign welcoming the question. He gave a slight smile before asking, "Do you think, now that we are married, and you know that I won't leave, that we could potentially have a threesome?" I blinked at him. It's not the first time he has asked. Not even the second. We have been together since high school, and it was not something I was rushing to do after finding an email that he had written talking about settling with me. I feel my blood starting to boil. It's our f*****g honeymoon. We have been together for 9 years and I never said yes, yet, we have been married for just over 24 hours, and he is asking me AGAIN for a f*****g threesome. I don't even give an answer. I pull the sheet over my naked body, get up and walk over to stand-a-lone tub. I throw the slider that separates the tub from the room closed and pull the curtain closed. I draw myself a bath, willing my tears to stay at bay. My anger to stay low. To not explode. I sink into the tub, letting the water cascade over my body and face.

Honeymoon ruined. With one question. I just want to disappear.