Isabella
The next day, Tristan was busy making phone calls to see if we could stay at a resort, while I was busy packing with Rose. I made sure to pick only the best of everything, from nightwear, dresses, underwear, lingerie, and even swimsuits. I made sure to grab only the best and I had Tristan to thank for that insane shopping spree he let me on.
“Muffin, do you need all of these,” I didn’t know the time he had walked into the room and Rose had left to go get some of my clothes from the washing room.
“Pack everything husband, and yes I do need all of them,” I told him, and went to grab something from my closet before coming back to my room in seconds.
“And does that include this lingerie too?” He held it up and smiled at me. My eyes widened in shock, and I almost felt embarrassed by the way he held it up.
“You are ruining my surprise,” I blurted out and immediately covered my mouth in shock upon realizing what I said.
“Surprise? Huh?” He looked pleased.
“No?” I said too quickly to debunk whatever he was thinking.
“Can I have it back?” I looked at him with a glare, trying to reach for his hand to take the lingerie from him.
“Are you planning on seducing me?” He chuckled, and I felt my face get red from that talk.
“Eww. No way,” I made a face of disgust, and went back to trying to reach for it.
“Oh really? I don’t buy your reply,” he folded his arms, still holding my lingerie.
What exactly is Tristan’s problem? Was he having fun making me rattle this way? He definitely was having fun. I thought and sighed.
“Maybe I am,” I said to him and folded my hands too. I swear I wondered where I got the gut to say that.
“Would you be able to handle me?” I took a step towards him, and I could see the look of surprise on his face as I said that. I was also surprised with myself.
“Oh muffin, you should be scared of me being seduced by you rather?” The way he said that confidently, almost made me clunch my legs together. He placed the lingerie back in my suitcase and then left my room with a smile on his face like he was satisfied with what just happened.
“Challenge accepted, and I’m not scared of you sir, so you better be ready?” I yelled immediately after he closed my door.
“I’ll be ready muffin,” I heard his voice, and I caught my breath immediately. I rushed to the door and pulled it open, only to find him just leaving his room.
“Damn your mouth Isabella,” I closed my door quickly, resting my back on it while I gave my mouth a light smack.
After the whole incident, I was done packing and headed to Tristan’s room. I knocked on the door and even though it was slightly open and only walked in when he asked me to.
“Hey,” He breathed out.
“Are you done packing?” I asked him, and he nodded when I noticed it was just one suitcase while I had one suitcase plus a carry-on. Damn.
“Did you get the place set?” I looked at him nervously, hoping to get a yes but he gave me a look of disappointment and I was dreading the answer I was about to hear.
“What was I thinking? Of course, I can’t just book a one-week honeymoon trip in a day?” I mumbled and turned around to leave.
“Hey muffin,” He said and hugged me from behind.
“Thank you for trying. So sorry for having disturbed you,” I smiled, even though he couldn’t see me, as he was still holding me from behind.
“I’ll just go and unpack,” I added and tried to leave, but he stopped me.
“I got the place,” I heard him say in a whisper.
“What?” I instantly turned around to face him, with shick all over my face.
“You’re kidding me?” My voice cracked from the build-up excitement I was feeling.
“Don’t you know who your husband is?” He said with a smirk on his face.
“Muffin,” he paused and took in a deep breath.
“I’m Dominic Tristan Dominic. I can make the impossible happen,” He said proudly and I squealed.
“Oh my gosh,” I squealed and kissed him on his cheeks.
“You’re such a show-off,” I slapped his chest playfully.
“Maybe,” he smiled while I rolled my eyes at him.
“Fine a little,” and I chuckled.
“Come on, let’s get ready,” I smiled at him, while he kissed my forehead, making me blush.
We arrived at the private airport and boarded into the private jets. It was going to be a long flight to the resort, and immediately after the plane took off, we both went to bed and fell asleep.
Hours later, we arrived at the resort and our plane landed already. Our chauffeur was already waiting for us, and immediately we got off the plane. The driver helped us with our suitcases and asked us how our flight was. Once he was done packing our stuff into the car, he opened the door of the car for us, and we both got in.
“I think I’m going to need a massage,” I told Tristan, and he laughed.
“You picked the spot,” He stared at me, and I glared at him because that wasn’t the reply I wanted.
“You’re supposed to offer to give me a message husband?” I rolled my eyes at him, and he laughed.
“Oh was that what this was?” He said but I took my face to stare at the window and folded my hands.
“Oh muffin, of course, I’ll give you a message if that’s what you want,” He kissed my shoulders.
“What do you mean by if I want you to?” I turned to him.
“Only if you want,” He smiled at me
“So you want me to admit to wanting a message from you?” It was more like I realized what this was than a question to him.
“Pretty much?” He smirked and I scoffed at him.
“Sir, I hope there are beautiful spas here,” I said to our driver, giving Tristan a look.
“Of course ma’am, it’s a wonderful experience,” He responded.
“You hear that. Don’t bother anymore,” I smirked at him.
We arrived at the apartment we booked and our key card was handed over to us.
Tristan helped put our suitcase inside, before giving the driver a tip. I watched him call on the butler to send our dinner while I turned the place.
The living area was simple, the bedroom was wide and had two wardrobes where we could both keep our stuff. There was a bathtub and a shower area and we also had a balcony which led time the beautiful water in the resort.
“Do you like it?” He asked coming into the balcony.
“Thank you so much love,” I said adorably to him.
“Come on, let’s go have dinner,” he said and kissed my palms.