Chapter 4 : BED ,FLOOR OR COUCH

"Welcome to the southern resort" Francis and Sophia walked into the beautiful tropical island, maybe he was right. She needed the vacation, the ambiance and warmth of the resort was beautiful

"Thank you" she smiled warmly as she took a glass of champagne from the tray she was offered.

 Fracis glanced at her a bit, her face was lit and a bit more relaxed. The flight here was quiet. She said little to nothing on the jet, just receiving some calls and replying e-mails basically. He admired how she handled business, over hearing her conversation over the phone

"It will be a delight doing business with you Mrs Fraser" she said calmly over the phone with a bright smile

"Not a problem, I'll tell my secretary to email the documents to you, all you need to do is review it, sign and email it back .We can schedule a meeting when I'm back, which is less than a week from now" her smile was contagious. Legs crossed he looked at her, she had beautiful teeth. He had never noticed them before maybe he had but not like he did today

 Her eyes caught him staring at her making her a bit uncomfortable. She said nothing but continue her conversation over the phone. He smirked lightly, rolling her eyes she didn't care what made him smile, the fixed gaze of Francis on her made her feel more uncomfortable. After ending the call she looked at him

"Forgot something on my face" she asked with a stern look on hers

"Maybe "

She said nothing but get back to her laptop, scrolling and typing a bit

"You know what's funny Sophia" he paused a bit, brushing his palm on his beards nicely . She looked to listen at what he had to say

"You seem really nice and calm when you talk to your business associates, using the perfect words. But none of them would guess how rude and disrespectful you are

" Sophia scoffed and laughed lightly as he spoke

"Rude and disrespectful really? Says a spilt brat like you " his ego was bruised a bit as she said so. Maybe he was a little spoilt but that didn't afford how rude she was towards him

"Your husband "

"My business associates Mr Duke, this" she motioned her fingers towards both of them lowering her gaze a bit as she said in an audible whisper

"This whole marriage of a masquerade ball is business, get that into your thick skull " raising her finger a bit to alert him

"Don't bother me with non profitable conversations again okay" she got back to her laptop. Francis liked her attitude he must confess, she was like two sides of a coin. To others she was perfect to him she was nothing to write home about.At least it was for a year

"Here's your room "the stewards opened the door of a beautiful room with an ocean view. Exhaling softly Sophia looked around and smiled

"It's beautiful " she said with audible excitement in her voice

"What did you expect " she had totally forgotten Francis was in the room also. Oh goodness, she was going to be in the same with her supposed husband, obviously what did she expect

"You have a number of activities for the week, from karaoke to kayaking, zip lining and a lot more, there's a manual to inform you of the schedule time for each activities. Have a nice stay " the young man explained as they both listened to him

"Thank you so much " she smiled lightly closing the door After the steward arranged their luggages

"Seven days " they both said in unison as they awkwardly looked at each other

"I'm taking the bed"

"And I'm to take what Mrs do as I say" he wasn't sure what she meant by she takes the bed

"The floor or the couch"

"You must be joking " he rolled his eyes at her and surveyed the beautiful space

"I'm not sleeping on the same bed with you Mr Duke"

"Then you can sleep on the floor or the couch, it's as simple as that" his eyes lit up in excitement, he was getting on her nerves and he liked it

"I can't sleep on the floor"

"Neither can I Mrs Duke"

They were silent for a moment, looking at each other for a couple of seconds not saying anything

"The bed is big enough for both of us, you can demarcate it with a pillow "Francis suggested

He made sense tho, they could. She didn't want him being in her personal space. He wasn't going to sleep on the couch neither was she

"I'll take the left side of the bed"

"It's my side already" standing at the left side of the bed, Francis arranged the pillows

"I'll like to have a view of the ocean, it's closer to the left side "she explained nicely, she wanted that side of the bed and it seemed like the only way to get it

"I don't care Sophia" he said demarcating the bed with the smaller pillows

"Whatever " she scoffed and sat in the nice veranda of the room.

 Sophia sat at the veranda longer than she wanted, the beautiful endless view of the ocean and clear blue sky calmed her mind so well. The time difference from New York to the island was 12 hours apart, she was a bit Tired and sleepy from the long flight here.

Yawning a bit she relaxed into the comfortable chair almost drifting asleep. She could take a nap just to calm her head a bit , it was definitely going to help her migraine

"Wake up sleeping beauty " she was tapped

"Leave me alone"she said in a sleepy voice as she cuddled the soft blanket that was over her.

She couldn't remember sleeping with a blanket,she rolled a bit and realized she was on the bed. She slept on the couch and not the bed

Opening her eyes a bit the clouds were dark already and she was in the room on the bed

"How did I get here" confused a bit as she opened her eyes to the very bright light of the room

"You sleep walked " Francis teased her a bit

"It was getting cold outside and you seemed to enjoy your little nap a bit too well "

"So, you carried me into the room "she didn't sound impressed at his gesture

"Thank you Francis, for not leaving me outside to freeze to death " Francis said what he expected her to say, she should be grateful and not complaining. She was definitely hard to please

"I didn't ask you to carry me, you could have woken me up"

"And you think I didn't, all you could say was thank you . But here you are complaining like a little child " he wasn't having it with her at this point.

He was getting tired of her attitude

"Like a child" Sophia gasped a bit in shock he compared her to a child

"It's enough, I'm sorry for carrying you into the room. Are you okay now " he asked her with a little sincerity in his voice

"I'm sorry" she said in a light tone, It wasn't his fault she was in this situation as much as she wanted to blame him , it was her fathers fault and she needed to be a bit understanding.

On his end she knew he wasn't happy with the situation either. Getting married to someone you barely know in a short period of time definitely stressed both of them

"You're sorry " Francis couldn't believe she apologized, maybe she was joking but the way he brows softened as she apologized made it sound believable . Maybe she was really sorry

"I'm sorry I yelled at you, I'm just a bit stressed" his voice was low and calm, a bit husky as he apologized also.

"It's fine" she smiled nicely, so did her eyes . Francis looked at her, she was calm and relaxed. She really needed the vacation

 Her eyes trailed at him while he stood shirtless, from his neck down to the full length of his torso, was this a dream ?confused a bit at how nice he looked bare skin.

The little prints of tattoo covered his breast down to the gapping dent after his belly button . She caught her self almost mouth wide open staring at him

"Would you like something to eat" he asked looking at her eyes motion down his body, was it what he was thinking. Sophia was checking him out

"Yes, i'll uhm" she stammered a bit clearing her throat

"I'll get just a bowl of salad and fruit juice" she said almost feeling flush as she noticed his eyes on her.

She bit her lips a bit smiling within, she knew he was well built from how nice he looked in his clothes but she would have never guessed how amazing her looked half naked. Her mind tip toed into ungodly thoughts about what he could do to her

"Sure will make the order " he said sitting close to the service telephone. The bold snake Tattoo on his back was beautiful, his back was well built and his shoulder also. Was she just sex deprived or was her husband sexy. She tried to brush the thought of her fingered trailing through the full length of his spine while he thrust into her

"Oh Sophia" she said a bit under her breath as she smiled sheepishly to her wandering thoughts

" I'll just have a bath while you make the order " she walked quickly to the bathroom

Standing under the shower, her mind was clouded with the image of Duke, he wasn't that bad tho. He wasn't bad in the first place. She suddenly remembered the kiss on their wedding day

 His lips were soft and full, she recalled his hand on her waist pulling her closer for a long kiss. She felt a bit flush thinking of it. But what was wrong with her?. Her imagination lured a bit

She imagined him touching her, his voice was a deep soft baritone, she imagined him calling her name as he thrusted into her, she smiled a bit washing her face with the flowing water from the shower

"Francis" she moaned his name, she wanted knowing how his name would sound on her lips

 Francis eyes widened as he heard her call out his name, the bathroom door was a bit opened and he wanted closing it short, but he hears her moan his name a bit too loud. Confused on what was happening, he wanted peeping to see what she was up to but that wasn't right.

He was curious, she didn't expect him to be there. The distance of the bathroom to where he sat on the bed was far. So she felt comfortable calling out his name. Francis went back quickly, he thought of every possible reason she moaned his name

His name sounded really nice under her breath tho , or was she touching her self . He felt a bit guilty for now opening the door of the bathroom to peep at what she did

Sophia walked out of the shower with a full robe and her hair wrapped in towel. Her lashes were wet and her skin was pink from the steaming hot water

"Seems you had a nice bath" he said sitting on the couch

"I'll appreciate if you look away while I dressed" the attitude in her voice was back, or was she bipolar?. She sounded nice earlier and now she seems to be back to her normal nagging self

"I'm your husband Mrs Duke" he was definitely ready to get under her skin

She laughed, raising a brow as she looked at him "I'll appreciate if you look away while I dress Mr Duke"she repeated herself

"I'll look where I please" he sipped the glass of fruit juice he held in his hand

"Duke, can you please be serious I need to dress up, I'm freezing "

"I don't think I'm stopping you from doing that" he wasn't ready to do as she said and Sophia wasn't ready to argue

 Letting down the robe from her shoulders, Sophia stood naked in-front of him. Francis looked at her shocked, he didn't expect her to take off her robe but then he couldn't help his eyes.

They invaded her body, his eyes motioned through her body, her waist was small complementing her perky full breast, he had never imagined what she would look like without clothes, it was better than anything he would have ever imagine

His eyes trailed to her legs, he sipped from the glass he held, her caught a glimpse of her eyes, she was beautiful. Her skin shined nicely, pale and patched of pink from the shower

"Did the cat caught your tongue, Mr Duke " Sophia asked as he stared at her

"Sophia" he finally said under his breath but audible enough for her to hear

 She dressed up in her night dress in front of him, it was definitely a site to see. He felt a blood rush quickly under his pants, but not enough to act on. Sophia was crazy. She was a box of surprises.

Sophia didn't care, it was her form of revenge for him walking shirtless in-front of her. She wanted him to think of her also the same way she did. And it definitely worked

His eyes were stapled on her, she saw the way his eyes darkened as he looked at her bare skin.

 She said nothing eating the bowl of well seasoned salad the room service brought, she could feel Francis eyes on her. He looked at her as she slowly chewed, It was definitely going to be a long night for both of them. He couldn't get the image of Sophia wet and naked from his mind. The more he tired the harder it was, his mind made a picture of her naked moaning his name as the touched her body