CHAPTER 13

When they woke up it was late in the afternoon. Blake planned for her to go and try the best biryani in town. He has planned for them to eat street food.

"Brittany get ready we need to leave," he said.

"So where are we going?" She replied with a puzzled look.

"We going to eat street food," he said in a duh tone.

"We what?" She replied with a shocked expression.

"Going to eat street food."

"And you fine with that," she answered looking at him weirdly.

"Of course I am why would I be?" He said as he looked at her.

"I never thought you would be the type to do such a thing."

"And why wouldn't I?"

"Because you seem to be the type who would go to a restaurant instead."

"Were you stereotyping me this whole time."

"Yeah you never gave me the impression that you would the simple type of a guy."

He looked at her as if she had two heads. He never thought that it was how she saw him. It hurt to think that she could think he couldn't be able to do a simple gesture.

"Do you really think that I'm that shallow?" He asked with a hint of anger.

"I didn't call you shallow" she replied wondering what happened all of the sudden.

"No but that's how you see me right. You can't see past the Monet that I make. Does being a billionaire all that you can see? Can you not see that I'll do anything for you."

"Blake I didn't mean to offend you."

"Then what did you mean Brittany? Cause they way you said it is the way you feel about me."

"Blake don't blow this out of proportion."

"Can you not see past the image that media paints me to be? I really thought you knew me better than that."

Blake said while getting dressed and left the room. Brittany sat down on the with the sheet wrapped around her. She was wondering if she really did offend him with what she said.

As Brittany was replaying the fight she had with Blake, and as slowly as each words sank in she realised that she had indeed offend. She didn't mean to offend him she had said it out as a joke.

She  had to apologize to Blake and she knew she had to do it soon. We was never the one to hold on a grudge for so long. She got up from the bed and put on her robe on and sat down on the couch and waited for him to come.

The moment she head the door open she got up fast and turned to look at him. She had never seen Blake like that in her life. He looked like he had been crying and that couldn't erase the guilt that she felt.

"Blake I'm so sorry."

She said and ran into his arms while crying. He looked down at her for a minute before he wrapped his arms around her to comfort her. She was weeping hard in his arms.

"You were always a cry baby."

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to offend you" she said while sniffing.

"It's fine I was just really hurt that what you think of me."

"I'm reaaaally sorry."

"And can you stop apologizing you are gonna make me feel like a bad person."

She looked at him and gave him a small smile. He placed a kiss on her forehead.

"So why haven't you gotten dressed."

"I didn't think that you would want to go after that."

"That's nonsense we are still on a honeymoon last I recall."

"Okay let me get dressed."

She went to the suitcase and pulled out a blue dress. When she came came out of the bathroom the dress was perfect. It ended in the mid of her thighs and hugged her like a second skin.

"You can't wear that dress."

"Why the hell not?"

"Because you are looking so hot in it."

"Son am I supposed to look ugly in it."

"No it is just that is short and is showing off your sexy long legs."

"Blake you'll be fine."

"But I don't want other men to stare at what belongs to me."

"You sound like a possessive boyfriend right now."

"Make that a possessive husband."

"Oh no what have I gotten myself into" she said dramatically while placing a hand on her forehead.

"Please change the dress for me" he said while giving her his best puppy eyes that no one could ever refuse.

"Fine but that doesn't mean that I am happy with this."

"I know but that and I promise that I'll make it up to you."

"You better."

She said and disappeared into the bathroom one more time. This time when she came put she was wearing a black skinny jean with one of his shirt. She was looking hot in his shirt that he almost wanted to lock both of them in the room and have his way with her.

"Is this fine."

"Its perfect!"

"You would say that as I am wearing your shirt."

"And you are looking fantastic if I do say so myself."

"Oh shut up" she while playfully pushing him.

They left to go and enjoy the rest of their day. It seemed like the little argument they had just brought them closer than before.