He Loves Her

CHAPTER FIVE

Roseline Angelina Black.

Pain.

It can be evil and it can be an angel. Pain is what we all carry , a little or a lot deep in our hearts. And it ultimately decides which way we mould our lives. Some of us don't take it so well, become numb and meaningless shells of their original selves.They let themselves darken with the pain, shutting everyone out and isolate themselves. It's understandable, knowing not everyone appreciates opening up to people and revealing their true side, more like their true pained hearts. We all have drawn our curtains , shading ourselves from the outer world to cradle our agony in our chests, gathering and wrapping in in glittery, shiny papers or fake plastered smiles, sometimes a deep hatred for everyone.

That's exactly what I want to do today, on the seventh day of my honeymoon as I watch my husband spin his love in the ocean , through the window. Her wet hair sticks to her face and a genuine smile graces her lips as they stand in the water , waist deep. The sun sets behind them, casting all shades of reds and yellows in the sky. I wrap my arms around my shoulders as I turn away from the window, no longer able to watch them with the growing hatred in my heart.

No, I will not be like them. I won't let the pain consume and morph me into someone I'm not. I will not let the hatred take control of my life. I have no right to hate or judge her, I am the second woman here. She loved him first... or at least he loved her back. Seating myself on my lonely bed, I think back to the day I came here.

We're staying at a beautiful cabin Adonis owns in Hawaii. I was esctatic when I found we were coming here, I had never seen the ocean before. Even though it was Scarlet's dream to come here, I was happy to tag along.

On my own honeymoon...

You would think I would be a mess judging that I loved and got married to a man who doesn't love me? Well I admit, it's very hard. To wake up every morning and watch them kiss and be so much in love and the hardest part is going to bed alone, knowing full well your husband is sleeping with a woman just down the hall. But I try to conceal it as much as I humanly can. 

Deciding I should make diunner to distract myself from my depressing thoughts, I pull my hair up in a bun as I walk into the kitchen. Scarlet and me, well we're kind of friends. I've grown to like that girl since we came here in the last seven days. She's extremely nice, easy going and friendly. The biggest thing is her kindness, she was willing to sacrifice her relationship with Adonis for our marriage but I convinced her not to do so since I'm perfectly fine with our arrangment. Which I'm not but she doesn't need to know that.

I put of some music as I start cooking Lasagne. My mother always sucked at cooking, so my father took it upon himself to cook us delicious foods everyday. I got my love for cooking from my father. To the world he was the perfect millionaire , running a good business and all formal. But at home he was the greatest cook, the lamest joke teller and the best father. 

I remember the countless times , we had cooked together, singing on top of our lungs to lame songs.

I miss those days...

I'm brought out of my thoughts when Scarlet walks into the cabin through the back door. "Hi Rose." She greets cheerily from across the living room. "I just came to fetch some beer." she adds as she walks over to the bar. Her sheer red beach dress showing off her beautiful curves

"Hi Scarlet. " I smile genuinely. She's a sweet girl ." Great. Going somewhere tonight?" I ask nonchalantly , keeping my voice void of any emotion or interest while my heart contracts like a balloon in my chest.

Everytime...

I watch as she grabs two beers from the bar and stops halfway through the hall. "No actually, the guys next door are having a bonfire, We decided to join them. You should come too , they're cool." She looks at me with a hopeful expression.

I think about it for a moment. Do I wanna go? I haven't really left this cabin for the last seven days except for morning runs and evening walks, alone. I guess it won't be bad to finally have some company. I give her a hesitant nod, agreeing to come when her face lights up in a breathtaking grin. "Great." She runs over and gives me a quick hug. "Dress up , beautiful lady." I'm taken aback at her happiness for getting me out and I instantly feel better.

It would totally be worth it, if it makes her so happy.

"Okay , I'll just put the dinner in the fridge first." I smile at her and she nods happily, skipping out of the backdoor just as fast as she came.

Kid...

Shaking my head at her childishness, I put the dinner in the fridge, I walk to my room and grab a long white beach dress that I have no idea I had, thanks to Maggie packing for my honeymoon and put it on. The white lace hugs my upper half and flows down to the floor, it's backless so I don't bother wearing a bra. Walking to the mirror I look at my dishevealed appearance, my eyes are a mess, tired with deep blue dark circles under them from the lack of sleep. My face is paler than usual , my otherwise olive skin a sad shade of ghostly white and my lips are chapped from the constant lip biting. 

Deciding I would just wear some make up to conceal my sick state, I apply a base of foundation to bring back the olive in my skin. Putting on mascara, a red lip tint and free my hair from the bun , running my fingers in them to ease any knots, I'm almost ready.

It's been a week since I have interacted with people other than Scarlet and Adonis. I haven't talked to mom , dad or even maggie, cause I know no matter how hard I try to fake my happiness, it won't take her a second to see through or much likely listen through my fačade. 

Then it won't take her long to catch the next flight to Hawaii and beat the crap out of my husband and his girl. Yeah, I wouldn't doubt that , she will do it.

Slipping on some sandals , I make my way out of the cabin to the beach. The air is humid with a taste of salt. The ocean crashes against the shore in a melody unknown to mankind as the moon twinkles high in the sky, smiling wistfully. I love the moon, she has been my bestfriend since childhood along with Maggie. I talked to the moon as a kid, I still do sometimes, it strangely calms me and allows me think straight. Who else could be more generous than the Moon? She's up there , reflecting that heavenly silver light upon us to just lighten our dark nights and sweeten our bitter hearts without asking for anything in return. 

Looking away from the moon when I feel eyes on me, I meet a familiar pair of grey-blue ones . He stands there, tall and masculine with a crisp white shirt covering this broad chest and shoulders and a pair of grey trunks on his legs. He's bare- footed and tanned, from all the sun he has caught since we've been here. Reminding myself to walk when my body starts to turn into mush at the sight of him, I let my feet carry me to him, eliminating the distance between us. 

Only it can never be eliminated.

"Good evening , Mr Black." His eyes rack over my body , taking in my appearance. They have a heated look I haven't seen in them before tonight and it makes me feel all kind of warm.

No, Rose.

"Roseline. Good to see you come out of the cabin and your books." He nods curtly before averting his gaze, looking over to the people setting the bonfire. My heart sinks in hurt but I quickly mask it, looking over to them as well. Scarlet is among them, playing some sort of ball game with two guys as four others cheer. 

Are me and Scarlet the only women here?

"How are you , Roseline?" I hear him say from beside me and turn around to face him. His eyes are on mine, goading my reaction. I gulp.

"Waiting to go home." I reply truthfully, his eyes darken. The shade of grey over powering the swirls of blue in his irises.

"I thought you always wanted to see the ocean?" He smirks wickedly, taking a step forward. "What changed now, Roseline?" His voice drops to a more husky tone, but I can be wrong.

He's mocking at my misery.

Loud music starts playing from the opposite side of us before I can answer him, the beats of Bruno Mars' "Finesse" filling the space and mixing the sound of the ocean perfectly. I look into his eyes, the moonlight shining through them making them appear all the more mesmerising.

Inching closer , I lean towards his ear. "I'm a changed woman now, Mr Black." I whisper in his ear , my lips making contact with his skin as I speak. Sending delicious sparks through my skin. 

And then I walk to Scarlet, not sparing him a backward glance as I glow with pride for not letting him weaken me.

Scarlet stops playing as she sees me and waves in my direction, I wave back. Feeling shy when all eyes turn to me. "You look great, Rose." She compliments when I reach her. "Meet everyone, this is John." She points to the guy standing beside her with green eyes and a cute smile. "Liam, Chris, Hans, Kaden and Jack." she introduces the other guys as I shake hands with them. 

All of them are strangely good looking and friendly. "Nice to meet you guys." I smile charmingly, it wavers a little when I watch Adonis snake his arm around Scarlet's waist but quickly mask it. The guys here are from Los Angeles like us and I find that they've known Scarlet for a while. 

We all sit around the fire as many of the boys grab some spears and start roasting marshmellows in it. I'm sitting on a stool a bit higher from the ground as I watch specks of orange and red dance above the flames. The wood getting consumed by the beautiful colours of the fire as if surrendering itself to it's glory.

I gaze over to Scarlet and Adonis, she's sitting between his legs, leaning against his chest with one of his strong arms wrap around her small waist. He's talking to a guy, possibly Jack if I remember his name right about some business venture. She's practically glowing as she holds a spare in her delicate fingers, roasting a marshmellow. Every now and then she would feed him a bite of it with her fingers and he would lean down to peck her lips everytime she did so.

My heart constricts to a painful limit as I watch them, I don't know why I like to torture myself like this, I should propbably have stayed in my room, maybe read a good book . 

I'm brought out of my thoughts when a finger places itself under my chin, turning my face to glare at a man who looks like he has just walked out of the magazines. He's insanely attractive, his eyes are a beautiful shade of blue, face sculpted and covered in a light brown stubble with the body of a God . But that's not the most enchanting thing about him,. it's his hair that intrigues me. His hair are long, shoulder length and lusciously thick. He's a full package all together.

But still nowhere as attractive as Adonis...

"What's a beautiful little thing like yourself doing here all alone?" He whispers as his finger caresses my cheekbone. I blush , profusedly as I look down, causing him to drop his hand.

"Uh, thanks... Hi." I smile awkwardly , as his eyes rack over my features. "I'm Rose." His lips tug up into a smile and takes a hold of my face again.

God, this man is making me feel weak...

"Rose, a beautiful name for a beautiful girl." His eyes hold an intensity I have not seen in any man's eyes for myself before. It makes me feel wanted , it makes me feel like I matter. "I'm Sin." He smirks when my lips part at the mention of his name, satisfied with my reaction.

His name suits him perfectly, he does makes a person want to sin.

I pull my face back shyly as I look away. I catch Adonis staring at me, a hard look on his face, his jaw clenched and I frown at his behaviour. But I don't get time to dwell on it as Sin grabs my attention when he speaks. "You're a friend of Black's?"

Friend? Am I his friend? I'm his wife and he doesn't love me. I'm not even close to being his friend. I shake my head. "Scarlet's." I reply coldly. 

I wish me and Adonis were friends though, I know I can't be his lover , he would never love me but at least I could be close to him, talk to him if not and just be his "friend". But I know we can't be friends, he can't even stay in the room same as mine for more than five minutes, we haven't had a real conversation after the one in the forest on our wedding night.

If you call it a conversation...

"So wanna go and grab some beer?" Sin asks as he stands up, holding out his hand and I have to crack my neck to look up to him. I place my hand in his and let him pull me off the ground effortlessly after uttering a little "sure".

His hand is on the small of my back as we make our way inside the cabin. It's similiar to Adonis' cabin, but more spacious due to the less amount of furniture. He walks to the kitchen with me close behind, just when I reach the counter. He turns me around to face him, pinning me against the bar. My heart jolts in fear as he brings his mouth close to my ear, whispering seductively."You're the most beautiful woman I've ever laid eyes upon." He breathes against my skin, taking in my scent.

Placing my hands on his chest , I gently shove him away. He doesn't budge , not taking his lust filled eyes off my face. I awkwardly twist my hands , my cheeks crimson."Thank you." I don't like him so close to me.

Someone clears their throat making us turn to the doorway to see a cold stanced Adonis, his fists are clenched as his jaw ticks. "Sin, would you leave us alone for a second." He speaks to Sin in a cold, distant voice, his menacing gaze on me.

What does he want from me? And why's he so mad?

I've neber seen him mad before and right now I want nothing but Sin to stay with me. To my surprise Sin nods, whispering an "I'll see you outside" in my ear before he walks out of the door. Adonis steps in , shutting the door firmly behind him as he walks towards me , a predatory glint in his eyes. I gulp, biting my lip. "Yes, Adonis?" I utter as he cages me against the bar, his hands on either side of me.

His eyes are intense, clouded with fury and what? Jealousy. He clenches and unclenches his fist as he looks at me . The air seems to pulse with electricity and s****l tension between us. My breathe hitches in my throat when he pushes his body closer to mine. My insides jolting in warmth and anticipation as my nether regions flood at our close proximity.

The things this man does to me?

"What the f**k were you doing so close to him , Roseline?"His voice is dangerously low and cold. I lick my lip, his gaze following it's path down to my mouth. "Did he touch you?" His gaze stay fixed on my lips.

"N-No he didn't, not that it's any of your business." I manage to reply , equally as coldly as him while I look him straight in the eye.

He has no right to ask me that.

His hand squeezes my hip, crashing me to him, I gasp."None of my business!" He sneers , grasping the back of my neck to make me look up to him. "It is my f*****g business, Rose. You're my wife." 

My insides tighten, body heating with warmth as well as fury at his words. Grabbing his collar, I gaze into his blazing eyes. "Wife? Oh! I'm no wife to you, Black. You see this finger." I hold out my left ring finger to him. " It has no band to prove that I'm your wife. You threw it away into the ocean." My eyes flood with tears and my voice breaks when I remember that day.

Scarlet would saddened to see my wedding band everyday , he had already threw his away our wedding day. On our third day here, I was coming back from my morning run when I met Scarlet outside our cabin. Her gaze fell on my band and she just ran back into the cabin. I didn't think much of it, but the next second I know, Adonis is tugging off my band and throwing it into the ocean cause it made her cry. I was shooked and deeply hurt, he didn't have the respect to at least let me keep the evidence of my marriage.

Shoving him away from me , I blink back my tears. He looks me up and down, his expression changing to one of amusement. "So you're affected after all." A smug smile graces his lips. "I almost thought you didn't have a heart, Roseline." He adds , folding his arms over his broad chest.

He wants to bring my emotions out?

Oh how they would burn everything in their path once they bleed out of me.

I don't waste a second to reply, even though his words confuse me."Yes Mr Black , I do have a heart. And for that matter , a very big one. It just doesn't belong to you to which I'm thankful." I lean back against the counter as I watch the rage crawl back into his eyes.

He eliminates the distance between us in two quick strides, clamping his hand around my arm and jerking me. "What makes you think I want your heart , Roseline?" he sneers , his eyes clouded with fury. I whimper when his hold starts to sting my skin, causing his grip loosens.

"I know you don't, Mr Black. You never wanted it." I gaze up to him, a knot forming in my throat. He steps away, running his long fingers in his dark ebony hair.

"I never will." He gazes at me one last time before he turns and walks out off the cabin.

I collapse, unable to hold myself up anymore as I clutch my chest at the excruciating pain that envelopes my heart. Tears, bitter and warm pour down my face as I recall his words, my heart feeling like it's breaking all over again.

He never will.

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