Chapter 43


    Emery


    ''''Thank you,'''' I say before making my way out; bumping into Evelyn who has a cheeky smile on her


    face. The way she smiles, shows that she knows something.


    ''''Came to delete the footage fromst night?'''' She grins.


    My eyes meet her blue ones—rolling my eyes in annoyance as soon as I understand what she meant.


    Yet, she continues to tease me about it;ughing and poking onto the side of my waist, immediately


    making me push her hands away due to being ticklish.


    ''''Hello to you too, sister.'''' I walk away, purposely bumping onto her shoulder, earning myself another


    teasing aboutst night—no regrets, though.


    ''''At least you had funst night, even after the event but hey, no worries. Your dirty secrets are safe


    with me,'''' She continues to chuckle, slightly making my cheeks heat up in embarrassment as a few


    servants pass us.


    ''''There are no dirty secrets, okay?'''' I stop walking.


    Evelyn flips her hair to the back, ''''I told you, Emery. You should''ve talked about this with mother—


    getting your own ce with Emma. Mother will understand that you need a little privacy with your wife,


    eh?'''' She winks.


    I use my index finger to push her head to the back, so that she''ll actually leave me alone but no. She''s


    still here, following me like a lost puppy. I don''t even know how she found out aboutst night because


    we were being careful, but then again, she''s everywhere. She might''ve passed down the hallway and


    heard everything but I don''t care, honestly. Yet, she''s got a point.


    ''''You''re in my way, Evelyn.'''' I sigh, deeply.


    ''''You need your own ce. Period,'''' She shrugs.


    My eyes continue to look deeply into hers; wanting to seek for answers, ''''Why are you so eager about


    me finding a ce of my own? I have one in Melbourne and are you nning to take everything in my


    office? My stuff?'''' I ask her, purposely saying it casually.


    She scoffs, ''''For your information, I''m moving out too. Yes, you have a ce of your own in Melbourne


    but I don''t think that counts,'''' She replies, sighing again.


    My eyebrows furrow, not understanding why she''ll be moving out; there''s nothing wrong at the pce.


    Why would she want to move out? What would mother think of it and how would mother react?


    ''''Why are you moving out?'''' I ask, eyebrows furrowed.


    She crosses her arms, ''''Once I get married, I''ll be living with Andrea. Of course, I''ll visit frequently,'''' She


    replies, stating the obvious. She can''t stay here once she has gotten married to Andrea; she''ll have her


    own duties as a wife, probably as a duchess as well.


    Then, that''s when it hit me. Evelyn''s right; privacy is all I need with Emma, since we''re slowly together


    —we''ll be able to actually act freely, when it''s only the two of us. We don''t have to worry about anyone


    else and that''s what we both need. So, I have to thank Evelyn.


    ''''You''re kind of right. I''m going to ask mother about that, in fact, I''m going to ask her about that now,'''' I


    grin at her which causes Evelyn to join me, following me as we both walk towards mother''s office—


    knowing that she has a meeting at the moment but, eh.


    Once I''ve reached her office, I push the door open, surprising the amount of people inside but I pay no


    attention as I smile widely, ''''Mother, there''s something that I have to ask and I hope that you can spare


    me a couple minutes?'''' I ask, waiting for her respond.


    She looks around, at the people surrounding her.


    ''''Um, of course. Fire away,'''' She smiles, back slightly.


    ''''I''d like to ask if it''s alright for Emma and I to go on our honeymoon? Actually, we''re going on our


    honeymoon right now and if you''d allow me to do so, I''ll go upstairs and pack our stuff,'''' I speak, quite


    fast as Evelyn''s mouth open wide beside—not really expecting me to ask about going on a


    honeymoon, she expected a house.


    Everyone in the room keeps quiet, only turning to look at my mother; waiting for her to answer. The


    look on their faces show how they''re asking for her to agree so that the meeting can go on while I leave


    for the trip.


    ''''Where do you n on going, Emery?'''' She asks.


    ''''Bali,'''' I answer without hesitation, making her frown.


    After a few seconds, she starts to clear her throat before answering my question—after fixing her


    sses on the bridge of her nose, ''''Alright, you may go.'''' She says.


    Just like that, everyone in the room starts to agree; letting out breaths of relief. I excuse myself after


    smirking at my sister, making my way out of the room and up the stairs—wanting to tell Emma.


    Without further ado, I push the door open, startling the maids and Emma, herself as she looks at me in


    confusion and wanting to know what''s gotten me this excited. She raises an eyebrow, ''''Is everything


    alright?'''' She asks.


    ''''Yeah. Pack your bags because we''re going to Bali,''''


    The maids stare at with wide eyes before quickly entering the walk-in closet, taking out Emma''s


    luggage. I, on the other hand, continues to look at her; seeing that she''s chuckling, her cheeks heating


    up, somehow.


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    ''''Why the sudden surprise?'''' She asks, slowly.


    ''''I want to spend time with you, alone,'''' I answer.


    All of a sudden, she has her arms wrapped around my neck as I ce both of mine on her waist;


    smiling down at her as she does the same. The way her eyes are bright with happiness, it''s making me


    happy.


    ''''You have quite a lot on your mind,'''' She smirks.


    Emma head straight into the walk-in closet, helping the maids to choose her outfit; since, we''re going to


    Bali, she will need a lot of appropriate outfits on the ind.


    Packing is easy but when ites to unpacking, it''s hard. I''ve never asked the maids to pack or


    unpack for me because I feel like, doing it myself. It''s something that I''m capable of doing so—I''d rather


    do it myself.


    ''''Arrange a flight to Bali tonight,'''' I say to one of my mother''s assistant, he would always arrange these


    kind of things; just like how he arranged one when Emma and I went to Greece, so far, he nned it


    well.


    ''''As you say, Your Highness.'''' He nods, walking down.


    ''''Right. Now to pack my bags,'''' I mutter to myself before choosing different clothes, from different


    colours and brand but mostly casual clothes—easy enough for me to change. We''ll be going on our


    honeymoon, it''ll be better simple especially when we''re going to Bali, Indonesia.


    Once I''m done packing, I have my luggages being brought downstairs by my mother''s assistant as I


    take my passport, my wallet and my phone—not wanting to leave anything important or it''ll ruin this trip.


    I want it to be almost perfect so that it''ll be memorable enough for both of us.


    I''ve booked a one-bedroom vi at the Al Vis.


    Uluwatu, Bali. That''s our destination.


    I turn to see Emma walking down the stairs in her pair of skinny jeans and loose blouse; she looks


    Bali. It''s a long flight, almost like going to the other side of the world, which is true.


    ''''You ready, love?'''' I ask, smiling and she nods.


    Evelyn and mother are busy kissing us goodbye, saying for us to have lots of fun there and a safe trip.


    We''ll be able to have fun, alright. That''s a confirmation. I want this trip to be for the two of us, since


    we''re sure about our feelings, there''s no need in holding back from love.


    We are free to act as lovers because we''ve confessed.


    There''s no turning back or saying no to one another because we love each other—this honeymoon, our


    second honeymoon, in Bali, is about trying to experience it all. No more holding back or trying to


    ept. We''vee to ept so it''s time for us to be free.


    We might not have the privacy like others but we''ll be able to make one; a private life or our own. No


    securities or cameras or even reporters getting in our way because this whole week is our week, we


    want it to be cherished.


    I love my wife more than I love myself and that''s not just crap saying because that''s a true fact. I''ve


    nevere to actually realise that I''ve finally loved someone more than I could ever expect because


    I''ve never wanted anything too serious in my life yet now I want it to stay and always be mine, she will


    always be mine.


    Bali, Bali, here wee.


    And we''re here.


    Couples tend to go on vacations or honeymoons here. They say that they bond well; in a ce like this.


    Where they''re far from anyone else and just close to one another.


    ''''Wee to Bali,'''' The receptionist says as she wees Emma and I, the others immediately help


    with our bags as we enter the vi—we''re both mesmerised by the beauty of the vi and by the view,


    it''s absolutely beautiful.


    ''''This is the vi that you''ve requested,'''' She says.


    ''''It''s beautiful,'''' I reply, thanking her and she smiles.


    ''''Enjoy your stay!'''' She says before exiting the room, leaving Emma and I all by ourselves to watch the


    view, the beauty. I continue to look at her as I put down the bags that I have been carrying, seeing that


    she''s on her way to the ss windows—mesmerised by the exact view.


    She lets out a breath of relief at the sunset.


    I, lean the side of my body against the wall as I look up at the sky—wanting to see the worth of Bali.


    We will spend a whole week here and I don''t want to miss a single thing. I''d want to remember


    everything and go through it all.


    ''''I''m d we''re here,'''' She mutters under her breath, ''''I''ve never thought that I''d be here in Bali with


    anyone, really. Not even with myself,'''' She chuckles, slightly.


    My lips curve up into a smile, ''''Howe?''''


    ''''No reason.'''' She replies before staying quiet.


    Just like that, I peck onto the side of her cheek before entering the bedroom; taking my clothes off,


    getting into the bathroom to take a shower. After an extremely long flight, it''d be best to take a nice hot


    shower. It''d be better if I''d take a bath but I just want a quick sensation.


    I look at myself in the mirror once I''m done, seeing that my cheeks are a little bit red due to the warmth.


    As I step out of the bathroom, I head straight towards where Emma was standing before I took a


    shower to find that she''s no longer there nor is she in the bedroom.


    I turn to see that she''s at the private cabana, sitting in her pair of bikini—watching the night sky. There


    arenterns surrounding the cabana which naturally makes her look beautiful without her even


    realising.


    Without further ado, I immediately change into a pair of shorts and shirt before heading outside, straight


    towards her


    Without further ado, I immediately change into a pair of shorts and shirt before heading outside, straight


    towards her. She turns to look at me with a smile on her face; instantly leaving me smiling back at her.


    Her eyes are looking straight into mine as I sit near her, face to face, so that it''ll be easier for us to


    actually just talk and have a proper conversation because I don''t know how long I''llst only talking if I


    sit next to her.


    ''''Feel better?'''' She raises an eyebrow, ying with the tips of her fingers as she continues to look at


    me.


    I smile, ''''A lot better honestly,''''


    ''''I can tell just by the look on your face,'''' She replies, ''''I took a swim earlier while you were showering


    but then I realised that I could just sit here for hours without feeling bored,'''' She mutters under her


    breath, her voice sounded sincere as she looks at the sky—showing how she meant it.


    Then, she looks down at me, ''''Thank you, Emery.''''


    My eyebrows furrow, ''''For what, love?''''


    ''''For bringing me here. I''m d that it crossed your mind. I needed to be somewhere else—to escape


    the pain. Maybe, just a few days off of reality and being happy, I''d be able to recover. So, thank you,''''


    She smiles, her eyes shining.


    I''d take her anywhere in the world if she wants me to. It doesn''t matter if it''s in Southeast Asia or even


    the Middle East because I''ll take her there—as long as she''ll be happy, sincerely happy, then I''d do it all


    for her.


    ''''Anything for you,'''' I mutter with a smile.


    We keep quiet for a few seconds before she begins to break the silence by clearing her throat and


    starting another conversation, ''''Since we''re here, just by ourselves, I think it''s best if we get to know


    each other more. We can count this as a date; where we are on a vacation,'''' She says.


    ''''Of course.'''' I nod, in agreement.


    She continues to look at me; more like staring.


    ''''When was your first time?'''' She asks, making me furrow my eyebrows in confusion; not really


    understanding her question. Yes, there are a lot of first times that I have experienced so, she has to be


    more specific.


    ''''My first time what?'''' I raise an eyebrow at her.


    She smirks, ''''Okay, I''ll just be straightforward with you. When did you lose your virginity?'''' She asks.


    This time, I am left chuckling. Not by the way that she is extremelyfortable about this but by the


    fact that she wants to know when I lost my virginity. Not really a fun story to tell my grandkids but sure,


    maybe one day.


    ''''Wow, where to start?'''' I joke which causes both of us tough, it seems that we''re finding this as


    funny, ''''Well, it''s not really an interesting story, let me be honest with you. When I lost my virginity, I


    wasn''t young nor was I old but I''d lost it when I was eighteen, in Australia,'''' I mutter.


    Her eyes widen, ''''In Australia?''''


    I nod, ''''Well, during my teenage years, I was mostly with a bodyguard, almost all of the time. So, there


    wasn''t really a chance for me to sneak around and have sex,'''' I smirk and I see that she''s enjoying


    about this, ''''But, hey, it was okay,''''


    ''''You lost your virginity to a foreigner?'''' She chuckles.


    ''''She was a girl I met on campus,'''' I shrug, smiling.


    ''''So, she knew that you were a virgin? Was she older?'''' Emma continues to ask. Actually, I don''t really


    mind telling her this because she''s my wife and we have to know almost everything about each other;


    wait, there''s no almost. It has to be everything, we''ll be spending our lives together.


    I try to recall back the memory, ''''Yes. She knew that I was a virgin and yes, she was older than me. She


    taught me things that I never thought I''d knew and you should really thank her because if it wasn''t for


    her, I''d beme,'''' I joke.


    ''''Ohe on, what about your friends?'''' She asks.


    ''''Eh, they talk about sex all the time. I guess that''s when I had realise that I was actually only looking to


    sleep with someone because I didn''t want a serious rtionship. That was when I met Hannah and the


    rest is history,'''' I shrug, not really wanting to continue the topic about Hannah.


    Emma nods, only looking down at her hands.


    ''''What about you? When did you lose yours?'''' I ask.


    ''''When I was in high school. I was probably seventeen. Remember when I told you that I had a


    boyfriend? Well, he was my first. I wasn''t his first, obviously but hey, he was kind of a good guy, he was


    alright,'''' She replies, ''''Since we were dating, it became like a normal thing for us,''''


    ''''Yeah, lucky him then,'''' I roll my eyes in annoyance.


    Actually, just pretending to be annoyed. Whatever happened and whatever that we had gone through


    when we were younger, before we met, it''s all history. I know that. Yes, we had slept and been with


    different people, but that was before we met, before our marriage.


    All of a sudden, I find her nearing me as she sits on myp, her arms around my waist before looking


    deeply into my eyes—her lips are seductively curving up.


    ''''What matters most is that I''m all yours now,'''' She says.


    My lips immediately curve up into a smile as I ce both of my hands on her waist—feeling her skin


    due to her wearing a bikini, exposable enough.


    ''''And I''m all yours, too,'''' I breathe out.


    She leans in to kiss my lips, softly and passionately.