His Unattractive Wife

Chapter 14

"You look cute" he said waiting for me outside our villa.

I blushed and tucked a strand behind my ear. I noticed his casual attire. Jeans and a crisp white shirt, it was so refreshing to see him relaxed down from those awfully tight suits. Not that I was complaining though.

I wore a short cute black dress. We were going to the mainland to have dinner at a beachside restaurant.

He took my hands and guided me into the boat. He gave me a jacket and told me it would be cold when we travelled. I put it on knowing that was true.

He powered up the motor and boat roared and took us towards the mainland. I regret not tying my hair as right now it was flying everywhere and was getting really oily. Ugh, I hate this.

Oliver laughed as I struggled with my hair.

I pouted at him, trying to brush away my brown hair from my face. I saw how his eyes never left me. I could see his eyes twinkle in the moonlit glow of the night as we sped away.

I can't believe I'm actually on a vacation with my husband. My contract husband. What is happening? I'm too weak to fight the attraction between us, I'm just going to let it be. Because I can't bottle up my emotions and act like I'm normal infront of him.

I will go wherever this journey takes me.

Just as I was lost in my thoughts, Oliver seemed too. We both knew what we were thinking. 2 months ago we promised each other this would just be a formality, a contract that lasted a year. And now here we are in a damn boat going to have a romantic dinner.

I didn't realise when we reached. Oliver almost picked me up at the waist and put me down on the sandy beach as I giggled. The place was bursting with energy. There were so many people, mostly tourists partying, dancing. I looked around the place and got excited. But I noticed, his hands were still on my waist and he looked me deep in the eyes before he kissed my forehead.

He put his arm around my neck and we walked towards the restaurant.

I straight away ordered fried fish and chips because that was one of my favorites while Oliver ordered Lobster. We drank wine and spoke about how great the place was.

"So you've never dated anyone before?" He asked, relaxing into his chair as he saw me get uncomfortable at being put on the spot.

"Ummm...no...I don't know, I was way too focused in my studies I guess...sure I had crushes ....but never the courage" I said, simply shrugging my shoulders.

"What about you? Have you slept with the entire city already?" He almost choked on his wine at my straight forwardness as I stifled a giggle.

The wine sure gave me some courage.

"Pretty sure, more than the city" he said, winking at me.

Is that supposed to make me feel better? I tried to smile and play it cool, but honestly I was annoyed. I mean it's my fault I asked the question.

"Oh" I said and fell silent as I took another sip of my wine and ate French fries trying not to make eye contact.

He's slept with so many women, pretty sure all were smoking hot and experienced. I hadn't felt this sort of insecurity in my life comparing myself with another woman for a man. I immediately felt small and ugly. I don't know why. I just felt I was at a wrong place.

"I need to use the washroom" I said and got up before I could even see him. I walked into the washroom and looked at myself in the mirror.

Why was I taking this so seriously? I knew he had slept around a lot. I mean look at him. I can't ignore the looks he gets anytime we go out. Women are constantly trying to get his attention.

I feel sad. I am obviously not enough for him. What if we have s*x and he finds me boring and loses interest and everything will go back to how it was in the beginning?

Can I handle that? Just the thought of it makes my eyes well up.

I wash my face and scold myself for overthinking that whole comment too much. I brought this on myself, to be honest. I didn't want to ruin the night so I went back looking normal.

The dinner was fine after. Oliver looked like he didn't notice my roller coaster of emotions thankfully. After our dinner, Oliver asked the waiter to click our picture outside on the beach.

He pulled me close and hooked his arms around my waist as we smiled for the picture. The picture actually looked good.

Then we strolled on the beach. I removed my flats and carried them in my hands. We found a silent corner away from all the hustle and sat down and admired the waves infront. I was still feeling low.

"You know, I've been with a lot of women-"

"Yeah I know" I snapped. I really didn't want to be reminded of that.

He looked at me serious before breaking into a soft smile.

"It's the past. I can't change it." He said and I realized he noticed how low I was.

I bit my lip and looked ahead feeling embarrassed.

"I'm here with you. I chose you. You're here and that's all that matters" He says as he takes my hands into his.

He looks at me when I don't answer and sees the tears in my eyes.

"Oliver....I know I'm not enough for you..I will never be enough for you...I mean..I don't even know how to kiss or have s*x and you've been with so many women...and they must've all been hot and pretty...and I am just plain and ...." god I hated how pathetic I sounded but I couldn't control it. This was a fact in our marriage. If it would last that is. I knew I would always be compared and judged.

I looked at him to see him look at me seriously. He didn't stop me from saying those words.

"Do you want to be beautiful for yourself, or for me or for the world?" He asked.

He hit the damn spot.

"There's only one right answer and you know that" he said this time again, seriously.

I looked away. I can't believe I'm having such an in depth conversation with him.

"I don't know why and how you came to think of yourself that way, but the one honest thing I can tell you, Sophia, is that you are the most beautiful person that I have ever known."

I wanted to look away and ignore it thinking he was joking but he looked dead serious.

"There are not many people like you. Your soul is pure, that's why you radiate so much beauty and warmth to those around you ...you don't realise it yet, but I hope you do"

"It's not my place to tell you to get rid of your doubts about yourself in a day...that is not possible but I want you to promise me not to be so hard on yourself..." he said pulling me into his arms and cupping my face.

I was so touched that he was so honest with me. He was saying all the right things and I just threw my arms around him and kissed him passionately, showing him how thankful I was.

He kissed me back and I felt him hug me tighter.

Later, we made our way to the villa and I couldn't help but wonder how great it was that Oliver was so understanding. Who knew beneath that cold persona of a successful billionaire lay a gentle, kind heart?

I looked at him with respect as he drove the boat and I knew,

I was in love.

-X-

When we reached, I could feel the thick s****l tension in the air. I couldn't stop thinking about it on the way back. I didn't care anymore, I wanted Oliver. I knew he'd make me feel good.

I bit my lip as I thought about it as he entered the code and we entered the house. It had detectors and instantly lit up.

I went to my room as Oliver said he'd check the house once before we go to sleep.

I sat on the bed and pondered.

It was going to happen someday, why not today?

I saw him enter the room and close the door and lock it. He saw me sitting nervously on the bed and raised an eyebrow.

"Everything okay?" He asked as he walked towards me.

I got up and walked towards him. I bit my lip before taking his face in my shivering arms and kissed him. He was taken by surprise but he easily took control.

I let my hands roam his back as he kissed me senseless. He makes me feel so alive. So weak and so strong at the same time.

He smothered my neck with hungry kisses before moving to my chest.

I removed my top and threw it on the floor. I heard him curse when he saw that I wore no bra. His cursing made me feel hotter. We broke apart before he looked me with desire so strong I gulped.

"What are you doing.....?" He asked dreamily rubbing his thumb over my face.

"I want you" I say, I was surprised that I sounded like a damn vixen.

He clenched his teeth as if controlling himself.

"Sophia-"

"Do you want me Oliver?" I ask. God I was confident when I was horny.

"God, yes" he said.

"Then take me"