Ivy's POV

I heard birds chirping as I gained consciousness. I opened my eyes and was blinded by the sun. I groaned and covered my face with my hand, shifting to the right to get rid of the brightness. But the whole room was filled with the light. The walls were glass and someone had pulled back the curtains. But there were two wodden doors. One on my right and the other in front of me.

I pushed back the comforter and lifted my legs, placing them on the floor.

How long have I been asleep?

I wondered as I walked to the door on my right which seemed like the bathroom.

I rolled my hair into a bun and opened the door.

My eyes widened at the sight in front of me.

Holy sh...!

I gulped down.

Am I dreaming or is this real?

My eyes couldn't stop check out the piece of work in front of me. I leaned in the door post and kept on checking out this human.

"Like what you see?" I snapped out of the daze I was in.

Looking at his face.

Oh Dave.

Dave?

Dave!

My eyes widened
"What are you doing here?"

He raised a brow
"Trying to get undressed"

"No. I see that" of course you do Ivy. Who wouldn't? "I mean, what are you doing in my room?"

"Your room?" He asked

I gave him a 'duh' look.

He scoffed, putting his hand on his lower waist, where his briefs was hanging.

I swallowed, looking back at his face which had a smirk on.

"If you hadn't slept like a log throughout the flight, the car ride and the yacht ride, you'd know that this place your parents wanted us to spend our honeymoon has one of every room" he said "That means there's only one bedroom, if you aren't too smart"

I glared at him
"I guess I was more tired than I though" I said in a low voice, surprisingly

His gaze softened

"How did I get from the place to the car to the yacht and right here?" I aksed, my brows creased "I don't remember waking up"

He smiled
"You didn't" he said "I carried you. You looked so peaceful I didn't want to disturb you"

My heart beat increased.

I nodded, looking away
"Thank you"

He seemed surprised
"No need to thank me, you're my wife after all" he smirked

I pulled away from the door post
"Sorry for barging in, I didn't know you were in here" I shut the door and went in search of my bags.

I found them in a glass wall closet. I needed the light, so I didn't bother closing the curtains. I opened what was suppose to be my bags and looked for my toiletries. I took my toiletry bag out and searched for something to wear for the day.

I was still in the dress that was given to me by the air hostess. She said it was the only thing that was left outside the bags. Guess that's what mum wanted me to wear to island.

I checked the kinda clothes that was packed for me and...

What the f**k!

I checked the other bag and it was the same.

Transparent lacy lingerie and two piece too sexy bikinis.

Oh My God!

I'm in big trouble.

What the heck was mum or whoever packed my bags thinking?

I buried my head in my hand and groaned.

What am I gonna wear?

"Is everything alright?" I flinched at the evasion.

I looked behind me and spotted Dave in nothing but a towel, hanging loosely below his waist.

That body.

Darn.

If I could just run my fingertips on the contour and the bulges...

"Ivy?" I snapped out of my erotic thought and looked at his face

"Yes?" I said, looking away guiltyly

"Is everything alright?" He asked again "You seem like you want to murder someone"

Oh I do.
"Yes" I said angrily now "The traitor that packed my bags"

"What happened?" He asked "The clothes aren't What you want?"

"That's the problem Dave" I said getting up from the carpeted floor "There are no clothes"

I sighed.
"Did they seriously think I'm gonna wear those scrap materials in there" I put my hands on my forehead and dragged the to my hair feeling frustrated

"It can't be that bad" he said

I looked at him with a raised eyebrow.

He walked beside me and bent down to look through the bag.

Oh no.

"Dave, don't..."

Too late.

He had removed a black transparent lacy lingerie holding it up and assessing it.

Shit!

His eyes lifted from the scrap to my eyes.

He smirked
"This would definitely fulfill its purpose" he said

My cheeks, I'm sure, turned pink.

"But I think I prefer the red" he said looking at the opened bag in the floor

"Shut up Dave" I said, seriously

He dropped the lingerie into the bag and went to his. Going through it, he removed a stack of white button up shirts. He placed the on the lower shelf and removed the one on top.

"Here" he handed it to me "You can share my clothes"

I looked at the shirt and then back at him

I had no other choice.

I took it from him
"Thank you"

"What's mine is yours Ivy" he said "Don't thank me again"

I looked at him.

Of course what's yours is mine.

You took it away from me.

I bent down and zipped back all my bags and pushed the aside. I got up, picking my toiletries, I went to the bathroom and locked it.

I rested in the door and sunk down.

A month.

A f**king month with this dream stealer and heart breaker.

A month with someone who has my heart but doesn't know it.

How do you hate and love a man at the same time.

Yes!

Yes I loved Dave Connor.

I've loved him since High School, I just never wanted to admit it.

Well, now I have.

But now, how do you un-love someone you love whom you also hate.

They say you have to accept something in order to deal with it or solve it.

Well, I've accepted the fact that I love him.

But how do I now solve this dilemma.

The things he does sometimes makes me love him more, but then he says or does another thing and it reminds me what he has done to me to make me hate him.

He's betrayed me. He made me thing, during my graduation, that we were headed somewhere, together. But then he had to stab me in the back.

I let my guard down then, I'm not gonna let it down again.

He stole my long life dream of becoming CEO.

Like that wasn't enough, he had to find a way to get me married to him.

How the heck did my parents even agree to this?

What did he do to convince them to get me married to him?

I have to get to the bottom of this.

Maybe it'll reveal something that he's heading which will probably make me hate him more. Hate him more enough to un-love him, to forget about him, to erase all the memories I had of him, every touch, every gaze, every kiss.

Well there was only one kiss.

One heart melting kiss.

A kiss that said a lot I couldn't decipher.

...

Shut it Ivy!

You're meant to hate him more and not love him more than I already do.

I doubt if I could love him more than I already do. There's no more space to love. He's taken up the space to love anymore.

But I have to make my hatred surpass the love.

YES!

I'm gonna get to the bottom of this.

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Soo... I decided that I'm gonna finish this book by the end of the month.

But that's if I can complete it in two weeks and if I'll be able to publish it.

But either way. Let's just see how it goes.

Don't get to excited.

Thank you soo much for reading.

J.L.