Being Mrs Reynolds

We arrived at Florence airport after nine exhausting hours. The hot Tuscany air blew in my face as I got out of the jet, with the help of Trevor of course.

I sighed, breathing in the flowery scent of a city known for her beauty and elegance. Trevor directed me towards the waiting limousine. You could say he went all out for our honeymoon which was still a surprise to me.

The driver greeted him in Italian, rushing to open the left door for us. I smiled gratefully at him. The short ride to our rented luxury villa did nothing to soothe my nerves, the mere thought that I would be alone with Trevor for a few days scared the hell out of me.

The driver stopped in front of the luxurious building I had heard about whilst we were on air, Trevor grabbed my hand as he alighted from the car, gently helping me out. This would show the whole of Tuscany what a loving couple we are, but in reality, it's the total opposite.

Some maids rushed to my side, assisting me with the hems of my wedding dress, the butler directed us to our en-suite bedroom.

I sat in silence, dreadfully waiting for Trevor to say a word about our hoax. He smiled at me, noticing the confusion on my face, he grinned widely. This was a side of him I have never seen before, the other time was at our wedding but then again, he was playing a part. The thought of him smiling here seemed far fetched, it was beautiful but scary at the same time, with him, you just never know.

He gradually removed his tuxedo whilst staring at me, probably afraid I would run off or something. His total change of attitude was starting to get to me, I didn't know what to say or do. I felt like a fucking puppet and that wasn't me.

"Trevor," I started, almost to get cut off immediately.

"Shhh, enjoy the silence Alessia." He replied in a rush.

Realizing Trevor didn't plan on saying anything, I dragged my tired feet to the bathroom whilst grabbing the change of clothes one of the maids left out for me.

The thoughts raging in my mind made my head ached so bad, I didn't know if we were spending the whole week in the same room and on the same damn bed!

I took a long shower, washing off the residues from our wedding. Earlier on, we had to leave our wedding hall immediately after our dance, I wanted to spend more time at my wedding of course, but the happiness on Trevor's face when he talked about the surprise honeymoon he had planned was just too cute to pass off. By now, we're all aware about how much of a sucker I truly am.

I changed into the red sheer lingerie, if I wasn't already tired, I could have complained about how short the see-through nightwear was. It didn't really do much to cover my body, but it was something. The lace at the chest area tickled my chest, I've never really liked lace on my skin.

I went back into the room, upon entering, I noticed Trevor was nowhere to be found, his clothes weren't on the bed and his designer shoes had successfully made their exit. I took my time in exploring the room, the interiors screamed old money, white and gold Italian bed with matching couches, a gold bed lamp on one of the bedside tables, the fluffy Versace rug underneath my feet, a 75 inches television with console to match. Cotton curtains draped the small windows, the white paint on walls were starting to fade or so it seemed, it could be another color. Elite people, elite ways.

I soaked in the luxury in front of me, you only get that opportunity once, or maybe twice, but that's if I'm still married to him.

I grabbed my phone from one of the couches, just noticing two sliding doors which led to the balcony. The transparent curtains did nothing to hide the view leering at me and before I knew it, I was standing on the balcony. The view was absolutely beautiful, the blue water which looked like the reflection of the sky danced softly with each waves, the sound of the waves felt like music to my ears and it suddenly reminded me of our beach wedding. Before I could ponder more, my cell phone started ringing. I swiped my finger, connecting to the caller.

"What's up Hailey bear?" I said as soon as I picked.

"And if it isn't the new bride, Mrs Alessia Trevor Reynolds." She laughed over the phone.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," I scoffed.

"Let me tell you something, that wedding kiss you guys shared was damn hot. It was so full of passion and vigor. If the Officiant hadn't stopped you guys, I could have sworn you'd be carrying little Alessia or Trevor now."

"Well, good thing the Officiant stopped us." I rolled my eyes, which she couldn't see.

"You're such a party pooper, anyways, how's it going? Got your cherry popped yet?" She asked.

"Hailey!" I cried out in embarrassment.

"What?! Only you would be embarrassed about such a thing. Don't be a prude, that's what honeymoons are for, it's not like he hasn't touched you before. Now tell me everything, starting from the moment you guys stepped onto Sicily soil."

"Well, the airplane ride was okay. I slept through most of it and we are here, Italy!" I said.

"Girl, you're such a bore. A fourth grader will never tell a story like that. C'mon, give me the full tea. No extra sugar, just pure undiluted tea."

"I'm serious, there isn't any story to tell. It hasn't even been three hours since we got here and you're already asking me for a full tea. Seriously Hailey?" I rolled my eyes for the second time.

"Okay. Fine. Fine. Fine. But you gotta let me know when he finally waters your plant."

"Where do you get these phrases from?" I asked, really amused at her. I continued before she could reply, "it doesn't matter anyway. Let's see what tonight will bring." I said softly.

"See, I told you that you got a thing for the Italian sausage!" She literally screamed.

"Okay, let's not get too excited. Thank God you said 'a thing', nothing serious. And again, he's a really hot man, any girl would want to have him as hers. Moreover, he's half Italian."

"Doesn't matter. I bet you want to eat the whole sausage and lick the sauce, I can't blame you though, he's a hot piece of cake."

"Gosh Hailey! Stop comparing my man with foods!"

"Oooh," She coo-ed. "My man? Didn't see that one coming. if I were you I would definitely claim my territory too, we can't let all that Italian pasta go to waste, right?"

"That's it. I gotta go." I said to her.

"Don't hang up on me Ally, we aren't done here!"

"Can't hear you, it's noisy out here." I said and clicked the end button.

Hailey have and will always be a total pest.

"Who were you talking to Alessia?" Said a familiar voice.

I jumped in fright, "what?!"

"Didn't mean to scare you, but who were you talking to?" Trevor asked again.

"I didn't know we're keeping tabs now," I retorted.

"I'm your husband remember?" He smirked.

"Oh darling, do you want toast or lasagna?" I said in my best Angelina Jolie's voice.

"What are you doing?" He asked cluelessly.

"Being Mrs Reynolds, Mr Reynolds." I smiled, batting my eyes at him.

He tsked, "your smart mouth would surely get you in trouble some day"

Maybe it was just me, but the words sounded like it had an underlying meaning.

Having just noticing my sleepwear, Trevor's eyes raked up and down my body. He stared with utterly no shame, taking in my curves and exposed chest area. I silently stood in his presence, afraid I'll cut him off of his x-rated picture. On a normal day, I would have said something silly to him, or turned away, but this time — I felt like I was his to see, feel, and touch. And in a probably delusional way, he was mine too, to see, feel and to touch.