Honeymoon

Sheila's POV

The only thing I saw was red, as I marched furiously to where I knew André would be. For the past few days we've been together on an exclusive, private island of his; André's idea of a "honeymoon". We would occasionally pose for pictures from paparazzi and random photographers, just to keep up the "married couple" image. It was exhausting in a way, considering the fact that we both knew better.

In my hand was a newspaper with a headline and a whole shitty article about me. Normally, one would be overjoyed to appear on the news or whatever but not when I'm being labelled as a "Billionaire's latest slut". I fastened the robe on my body, in an attempt to give me a little more decency, as I was wearing a ridiculously tiny piece bikini. It was my first time wearing things like these and I've been out swimming and tanning all day.

I felt my anger and frustration increase some more, as I ran up a long flight of stairs. Why does every house he own, need to have so much stairs? Why did I even agree to marry such an asshole? We've been married for what, four days? And he has managed to piss me off so many freaking times already.

I finally got to the floor where he was currently lounging. That's all he ever did since we arrived this damn island. Staying inside, smoking, drinking and having sex with a number of his sluts. I scowled at the thought. Some honeymoon this is.

There were up to six men in suits, standing by the hallways...his bodyguards. They just silently made way for me, as I marched right to the front of his door. I don't know if it was the angered look on my face or the fact that I was now their boss's wife, that made them not to bother stopping me.

I pushed the door opened to reveal the devil himself, André sitting in a large bathtub that looked like a mini swimming pool. Just as I had earlier suspected, he was surrounded by four, completely nude females in the bathtub with him. The scene made me scrunch up my nose in disgust and I subconsciously squeezed the newspaper in my grip.

André eyed me lazily, from where he was relaxing on one edge of the tub. There was a big cigarette in between his index and middle finger and a glass of wine in his other hand. In that moment, I didn't mind the smell of smoke anymore. I wasn't bothered anymore about how difficult it would be for me to breathe. I was furious and I wanted my "husband" to know that. So I walked right towards his direction. I've never attempted to come into his personal lounge before, as he had made it clear that it was off bounds to me. Now, I really don't care.

The females must have sensed the building tension between the both of us and they hurried out of the bathtub. My eyes never left his, as I kept walking towards him. André however, didn't seem to be even slightly bothered. He just regarded me with a cool and relaxed demeanor.

I suddenly slammed the newspaper on a fancy stool beside the bathtub, expecting him to pick it up and go through it.

"How could you?" I seethed.

"If you wanted to join, all you needed to do was ask." He replied calmly, taking a puff of his cigarette. I closed my eyes and exhaled sharply.

"I was talking about the newspaper headlines." I told him.

"Well, what about it?" He asked, much to my annoyance.

"They're referring to me as your latest slut and mistress, calling me a gold digger from a poor background, who just latched herself unto you." I complained bitterly.

"And?" He replied without a care in the world.

"And? Are you seriously asking me that?" I clenched my teeth.

"You agreed to be my wife in the eyes of the public. Stop being so dramatic."

"Your wife! Not your latest slut, André...apparently you have a thing for them." I remarked, eyeing a pair of underwear lying on the floor.

"I still fail to see any issue here." He said, slowly rising up from the tub, water running down his body.

I was about to open my mouth to argue some more, before he continued again, shutting me up.

"We both know why we're doing this. Look at you..." He said, his torso completely out of the tub. My eyes shamelessly roamed, making heat rise up my cheeks. I was thankful for the dimly lit room.

".. when I found you, you were scared shitless, running from El Narco and his men for an offence you didn't commit."

"You were innocent, didn't steal anything from him but that didn't matter. You knew you needed protection, you needed me." He said, finally coming out of the water and facing me in all his naked glory. I gulped, urging myself not to take my gaze lower.

"We struck a deal and now nobody dares to come after you as Mrs. Wolfe." He took slow, predatory steps towards me. I instinctively backed away, alarm bells going off in my head.

"You should be thanking me. I saved your ass from the mess your boyfriend put you in." He said the word "boyfriend", like it tasted sour in his mouth.

My eyes finally caught the sight of his massive, male member and I let out a gasp. The air around me grew thicker and harder to breathe. Everything suddenly felt much hotter.

"But instead of a thanks, you're busy throwing tantrums about some stupid article?" He said, looking me in my eyes and standing right in front of me.  I kept my eyes on his chest, unable to meet his very intense gaze.

His fingers suddenly grabbed my chin, forcing my eyes to look up to his. A shiver ran down my spine at our sudden proximity. It felt like I was having an asthma attack again, but it wasn't scary.

"Now, which is it?.."  He whispered huskily.

"You don't like to be called my slut... or you don't think I can make you one?" He asked, a ghost of a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

"What?" I blurted out in disbelief.

"You don't think I can have you now if I want?" He continued, brushing hair out of my face with the back of his hands. His touch did something to me that I couldn't quite explain. I inhaled sharply.

"You wouldn't dare." I said, raising up my head to look him in the eyes. I saw his face light up with mischief.

"You would be begging for it." He said.

"Ugh please! You're probably so  infected from being inside too many women. Why would I beg for such?"  I sassed.

He chuckled. André Wolfe freaking chuckled at what I said. I've never seen him find anything funny before. Closest thing I've seen to this was a little smirk on his face but here he was... actually chuckling.

His arms suddenly wrapped around my waist, pulling me close to himself. I yelped at the sudden movement.

"Mi esposa..."

Now he's speaking Spanish? Did he hit his head or something? He brought down his lips to whisper into my ear.

"If I still want to spread you apart and go deep inside you, I can guarantee you'll love every bit of it." He said, making my knees buckle.

I instinctively clamped my thighs together, closing my eyes and turning my face away from his alcohol breath.  Was he drunk? How is he still so attractive? I was literally starting to make a mess of myself down below.

He suddenly let go of me and I almost lost my balance. I was out of breath and my robe was hanging loosely on my body. His darkened eyes casually roamed over my exposed parts, making me self conscious and covering up again. I felt ashamed.

My boyfriend is probably locked up somewhere for a crime he most likely didn't commit. He is missing and here I was, being too close to a womanizing, drunk billionaire. I felt like a traitor to Dylan.

"I..I.. have to go." I stuttered, before turning around to leave.

"See you later tonight!" He called out after me, making me halt.

I turned around with a questioning look on my face.

"What's happening tonight?" I asked.

"We're going to see a business partner of mine." He answered.

"He's throwing a big party and we're invited."

"I'm not interested." I said defiantly. I was honestly so tired of accompanying him to his numerous events.

Night clubs he own, galas and even auction houses, were starting to become a regular occurrence. I just wanted to have one night of peaceful sleep, like a normal person.

"It wasn't a suggestion." He stated, making me frown.

"Besides, this isn't just any business partner."

What was he driving at?

"It's El Narco's party and we'll be his special guests." He said, making my eyes widen.

"What?!"