So-Called Manners
“Ouch,” Elaine groaned as her eyes fluttered open, the ray of morning sunlight attacking her suddenly. Grunting in pain, she brought her hand to her forehead and took out the cold towel that lay on it, eyes widening in confusion. As she sat up on the bed, she tried to jog her memory for the details of the previous night.
The only thing she remembered was arguing with Xavier and then running into the bathroom to puke her guts out. Right! She'd been feeling nauseous for a few days. Perhaps she puked because of plane discomfort or it was the environment?
Whatever It was did her bad because each time she raised her head or opened her mouth to speak, her whole body ached like hell. She recalled having a banging headache after she vomited. She must have fainted and Xavier must have carried her to the bed.
Speaking about him, she turned to look beside her on the bed. It was cold and empty. “Where did he go?” She wondered.
Did he take care of her all night? The towel on her hand told her that he at least took care of her.
Elaine finally helped herself from the bed, her feet taking her to the door of the room. With her hands on the doorknob, she pushed the door open, head peeping out before her body followed.
“Xavier?” She called. “Xavier.”
Her calls fell on deaf ears as the man who brought her on a honeymoon trip was nowhere to be found. After searching the whole house for him, she realized he was absent. Sighing, she roamed her eyes in the huge living room, trying to picture everything in her mind.
So much for a rich person, the penthouse was fucking perfect, designed in gray.
Just then, her eyes fell on the clothes she was wearing.
“Jeez, that bastard.” She was clothed in pyjamas and her dress was nowhere to be seen. It only meant one thing, Xavier had changed her clothes himself and he had seen….. Goodness.
Stepping back to the room, Elaine’s eyes fell on the balcony, her legs moving there without a second thought. Sliding the door open, she stepped in, amazed at the view she met with. A relaxing bed chair was beside her and she lay on it, staring at the beach beneath.
They were at the other side, the back of the presidential hotel, and thus the view. She could stare at it all night. As the sound of the ocean got to her, her eyes grew heavy, drowsiness overcoming her every being. Before she knew it, her eyes closed, succumbing to the heaviness it felt.
*****
“Elaine, Elaine.”
Elaine’s eyes opened from the tap that she felt on her thighs. Forcing her tired eyes open, she stared at Xavier, his statue blurry.
“What you doing out here?” He asked, helping her sit up.
Rubbing her eyes, she replied. “I didn't know when I fell asleep. Where have you been?”
“There was an emergency. Come on, it's cold here.”
“The view is nice here.”
“Stand up, doll. I don't want you to fall sick again.”
Reluctantly, she stood up and together, they made their way back to the room. Elaine's eyes fell on the food laid on the table. Mouth watering, she stepped toward them.
“How do you feel now, better?” She heard Xavier asked from behind her.
“Hmm. Thanks for last night. I guess I was tired because of the journey.”
“Eat up, I can't babysit you if you fall sick again.”
She rolled her eyes. Like she’d asked him to take care of her.
“I can take care of myself.”
“I'm sure you can. Same way you took care of yourself when you fell unconscious, right?”
Stuffing a forkful of meat into her mouth, she gave him a middle finger, her whole attention on the food before her. Just exactly what she had been craving. She eats a lot these days, not just eating, she sleeps a lot too.
Maybe it was the aftermath of meeting Xavier Romano. The peace that followed after that caused her to sleep at every chance she got. She barely even gets to think about anything else because well, her dear husband, gets everything in control for her. Great, right?
At this thought, a smile rided up her lips as she continued stuffing her mouth with the soft spicy meat that got her attention the most.
“And you can't invite me to join you? I haven't had breakfast too, you know.”
Elaine raised a brow, cocking her head to the side.
“If you wanted to, you would join yourself. Why wait for me to invite you over?”
He chuckled.
“It's called manners, wife.”
“Since we're married, I hope you teach me more of that so-called manners.”
“Great, husband.” The word came out in a low whisper. She still found it hard, still can't believe that she was married, no longer available to the bachelors out there. Everything happened so fast.
Xavier shook his head and walked toward the table. He sat astride her, taking a fork from the table and digging into the meal with her. Just as he put his fork in the meat plate, Elaine hit it out.
“What are you doing?” She glared at him, snatching the plate away.
“The fuck. Fucking drop the plate, doll.”
“Why? It's mine.”
“You won't be able to finish it.”
“And who said so.”
“I bought for two.”
“Then watch me.”
Right before his eyes, she stuffed the meats into her mouth, eating them one after the other until they disappeared fully from the plate, the plate sparking white.
At the last bite, she wiped her mouth and smiled at him like she hadn't just devoured a plate filled with meat like a possessed woman.
“See? I'm done.”
He only stared at her in disbelief. “Interesting.”
“I don't eat this much all the time, you know.”
“Of course I know,” he let out sarcastically. “Go get ready, we're going out.”
“Where are we going?”
“Somewhere you want to be at. Go get ready, isn't it the first day of our honeymoon.”
Her head bobbed up and down.
“Then hurry.”
Immediately, she scrambled into the bathroom like she was being chased, humming a song as she had her bath despite not being able to move as usual because of the heaviness of her stomach.
Right after she had her bath, she strode into the walk-in closet where their clothes had been carefully arranged by the hotel staff and picked up a simple blue-colored dress before putting on a touch of makeup and waking out of the room.
“I'm ready.”
She brought herself in front of him, showing him her outfit and smiling in satisfaction as Xavier nodded.
He got up from the chair, sent a text to their driver, and started making his way out of the penthouse, Elaine behind him. He held her hand as they got out of the elevator, past the corridor, and made their way to the car waiting for them right outside the building.
Just as Xavier opened the car’s backseat door for her, her phone pinged, a text from Beth.
It read,
‘Elaineeeee, I'm screaming right now. Your husband is such a keeper. You know what? He fucking sent his high subordinates to watch our company so that nothing goes wrong in your absence. He's taking care of everything in the dark.’
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