Fashion designer

Sara POV

"Sara, what is this?" He looked at me with disappointment as I emerged from the washroom.

"Aaron, what happened?" I looked at him with a mischievous smile.

"I mistakenly believed you to be a writer, but you're a fashion designer." I burst out laughing upon hearing his taunt.

"You are aware, Aron, that I dislike short skirts, especially bikinis, so how did you think I would wander the beaches wearing nothing but a bikini?" I expressed my concerns to him. But

"Sara, what's the big deal about wearing a bikini in front of me when we're the only people on this island?"

Now, what should I tell him? With his hot stare lingering over my body, I felt nervous.

"It appears that my physique is the only thing attracting you, Aaron." I purposefully made fun of him so he would tell me that he loved me more than just my appearance. I love the way he explains his feelings to me.

"You already know, Sara, that I adore your soul as much as your physique, but I also truly enjoy seeing you in short dresses." When I heard him, my face heated up. He unknowingly expressed his desire to see me in bikinis.

"But you've already seen me naked many times." I made an effort to pique his curiosity and uncover his hidden desires.

"So what? That is not the same thing. I love to see your flawless body in bikinis. Since I am your spouse, I have the right to see you from every angle and in every outfit." He spoke about his desires so effortlessly, not realizing how they made me nervous and made my stomach flutter.

"I am going to prepare breakfast. Do you want to eat something?" I showed him that I didn't care about his fantasies and walked towards the kitchen.

"No, all I want to do is taste you because only you can satisfy my hunger." He grasped my hand to stop me.

"But I am hungry." My stomach grumbled due to hunger.

"Ok, you can have breakfast, but after that, I will not listen to any excuses from you; after all, this is our honeymoon."

"Aaron, why are you not tired of fucking?" I shook my head in disapproval.

"What kind of woman are you? woman wanting to get fucked by their husband all the time and you are always complaining about me fucking you."He scowled at me.

"Not always, Mr. Finge, but sometimes." When I noticed his frown, I grinned.

"Really? Does this imply that you're interested in a romantic relationship?" When he heard me, a big smile appeared on his face.

"No, I didn't say this." I shrugged my shoulders and hurried to the kitchen, realizing that I had just revealed how I felt about him.

I did not disclose my emotions to him during our sexual encounter, as I was not particularly forthcoming with my feelings regarding sexual activity.

"Sara, you can not run from me until you answer my question." He trailed after me into the kitchen.

I mixed pancake batter in a bowl and poured it into the pan.

"Sara, you can not avoid me like this." He showed his fake anger when I ignored answering him.

I can not tell him about my fantasies. For me, it's incredibly challenging.

"Let me finish my breakfast first, Aaron." To make us omelets, I cracked the egg.

"Okay, so will you answer me after breakfast?" He cast a hopeful glance at me.

I nodded my head in agreement, thinking that he had forgotten about this question in some time.

He assisted me in making breakfast, and we ate it together in silence.

"Sara, tell me now." He clasped his hand and put it under his chin.

"What?" I looked at him in confusion.

"Tell me: How did you feel when I fucked you?" There is no slight hint of hesitation on his face.

"I don't know." I shrugged my shoulders and began to collect the dishes.

"Sara, that's not fair. You can not break your promise." He stood up in front of me to prevent me from getting in the way.

"When did I promise that I would answer you?" I looked at him in confusion.

"Don't play tricks on me. If you don't answer my question, then..." he paused to think of a way of threatening me.

"Yes, Mr. Finge, tell me what you plan to do next." I asked him, putting my hand across my chest.

"Until you let me know how you feel about me, I won't speak to you or touch you." He displayed an angry, five-year-old toddler's facial expression. When I saw his adorable face, I laughed.

"Okay, Mr. Finge, feel free to explore this isolated island on your own." I enjoyed teasing him.

"Okay, Sara, you now realize that my intentions are serious and that I'm not threatening you." Angrily, he fled the kitchen.

I am well aware of his tantrums. I cleaned the kitchen and paid little attention to him.

After cleaning the kitchen, I opened the main hall window to look outside. It's a stunning view. I already saw this beautiful view earlier, but where did I see this beautiful garden? I questioned myself.

The memory of seeing this garden in my dreams sends shocks down my spine. How is it possible that the precise garden I saw in my dream was real? I stepped outside to observe the garden from a closer perspective, the same butterflies flying in the house garden; the soothing sound of sea waves calming my mind; and the mountain covering the island from one side.

What will I do if my dream turns out to be a reality? My body sweated profusely as I imagined my dream becoming reality.

No, how is this even possible? I killed him with my hands so he could not come to this island. I attempted to convince myself not to be troubled by the dream.

After breakfast, I spent my afternoon in that garden, taking in the sun and the scenery, but Aron never came to talk to me.

Where is he? Why didn't he talk to me? I looked around the house for him, and in one area, I discovered him watching TV.

"Aaron, why are you sitting here alone?" To avoid me, he turned his face in another direction.

When I stood up in front of him, he got up from the couch and walked into another room, ignoring me.

It seems he is serious this time and will not talk to me until I answer his question. Nevertheless, I am unable to tell him how I feel about having sex with him. I must now persuade my angry husband to change his mind. I searched my mind for ways to calm his anger.

Finally, I decided to express my feelings through my actions. I came up with a unique idea of expressing my feelings in a romantic way to him, a concept I also used in one of my novels. I am excited to bring my imagination to life, yet I am also nervous about making such a bold move to express my feelings to him.