"And suddenly, all the love songs are all about you."

Elena screamed temptation at me. Hearing her moan and seeing her stretch her body with her inviting lovely breasts and perky nipples too visible from the thin layer of her shirt, brought moisture on my skin.

I could feel my desire for her, so strong, pulsing in the air like static electricity. My body hardened like stone, as I stood there like a statue, watching her beautiful form lying on the bed.

"Yeah, I'm hungry now," she sat down on bed and leaned her back against the headboard, "what about you?"

My gaze riveted on her mouth, following the movement of her tongue as she briefly licked her lower lip.

"Yeah. I'm hungry too. But not for food," I answered, enjoying the sudden change of her expression. Her eyes came down together and the narrowing of her lip corners.

As expected, she threw a pillow at me, then stormed out of the cabin.

Elena was like a closed book. I tried to ask her about some personal stuff during dinner, but she refused to open up.

"Our marriage is not genuine, so let's not go there. I'm sure you heard so much about me from grandpa already," she answered, brushing off the topic.

I stopped asking. Pursuing a topic would only end up an argument, and we did that many times already in barely two days of marriage. We were like oil and water, that would not compromise.

We arrived in Singapore and stayed in a Merlion suite at Marina Bay Sands. It had two rooms, the King room and the Queen room.

Guess who got the King room? Yup, you're right. Her.

The honeymoon did not turn out the way I expected. Elena was hibernating. She was always in her bedroom, sleeping. Everytime I went out, she was awake and would leave the suite.

I knew her intention – to annoy and provoke me. She was not cooperating with this marriage.

On the third day, I tricked Elena. I pretended to get out of the suite, by opening the door and banging it loud so she would assume I was already out. I hid at the corner, and there I saw Elena, already dressed up heading to the door.

"Gotcha!"

She was caught off guard, looking at me like a scared rabbit, "I-I thought you left."

"So, you decided to go out. Why are you acting like this, Elena? You're avoiding me by sleeping all the time. We had many plans that got canceled."

"I'm having jet lag," she faced me squarely, and clasped her arms together, "I'm not used to traveling 18 hours straight. It takes a while for my body clock to adjust."

"It didn't take you long," my lips twisted angrily, "yesterday, you were sneaking behind my back - roaming around the hotel's shopping mall, went to Merlion Park and rode the river cruise at Clarke Quay. They were among the things that we're supposed to do."

"Okay, fine. You got me! I shouldn't have trusted Hugo not to tell you."

Hugo, my head security, came to Singapore, with his six men, to protect me and Elena.

"He's very loyal to me. He reports everything, so don't fool me again," I hissed, feeling frustrated of her, "I've been here too many times in Singapore, and I was hoping that we could ride together on the river cruise. But you're avoiding me like I have a virus. At least, can we act civil in this marriage?"

"How can I? You keep on annoying me," her eyes widened.

"Isn't it the other way around?"

She chuckled nastily, then glared at me, "you're the one acting like a macho, arrogant casanova... I'm hungry too, but not for food. Ugh! You're so gross. I don't want to be near you."

"I was only teasing you, to make you laugh."

"Are you kidding me? That's not a joke!"

We ended up arguing for the next five minutes, then made a deal.

"Let's make the most of our vacation here in Singapore. Let's compromise and have fun. Deal?" I said to her,

"Okay, it's a deal. As long as you don't force me to go to places I don't like to visit."

"Such as?"

"My alma mater and where I lived before," she lifted her chin slightly, "I don't want you to meet any of my friends either."

"Okay, deal. We'll go wherever you like, as long as you give me this one favor. We have to accept Mr. and Mrs. Changli's invitation. They're my parents' close friends."

"Is it dinner?"

"No," I sighed, knowing that what I was going to say would end another argument.

"What is it? You're keeping it in suspense."

"We're going to stay with them in their beach house at Sentosa island."

"Wow! I would love that," her eyes lit up, then in a few seconds, realization hit her, "are we going to share the same room?"

"Yes," I nodded, "and act like a real couple."

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