Prologue Gulf's Point of View "Do you, Gulf Chandler Gibson, take this man to be your husband?" the judge asked. "I do," I answered without hesitation. "By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and husband. You may now kiss your groom." A tear fell from my right eye. But it was not a tear of joy. Even if I got married to the man I love, I cannot help but pity myself because I know that Mew loves someone else. Mew held my cheek and brushed the tear away. He smiled but it did not reach his eyes. There was sadness and regret in them. I smiled back. But unlike him, I made sure that the visitors will see how genuinely happy I am with my decision to marry him. But deep inside me, I wanted to cry so bad because I know that he was only forced to marry me. He claimed my lips and gave me a deep kiss. The crowd applauded. It made me want to cry more. And so I did. My tears were falling while we were in that long kiss. Our marriage was fixed. Our airline company is in the brink of bankruptcy and Mew's family offered help. The only way to save our company was to merge our airline with their airline, and what better way to do it but with marriage? That was what Mew's parents wanted. Mew couldn't do anything to reject his parents' decision to marry me because story says he is indebted to them. So even if doesn't really want to marry me, he had no choice. And that's what's breaking my heart- the fact that he was only forced. After we both signed the marriage certificate and took photos with the judge and our families, we immediately headed to the wedding reception where more visitors were waiting. They applauded when we arrived. Mew and I were seated in front as most weddings do. Most visitors are our family friends, business partners, and some of my closest friends. I don't see any of Mew's friends. I guess he didn't invite them? Why would he invite them anyway if he did not even marry for love? I sighed. "Please give a round of applause to the newly wed couple, Mew and Gulf!" the emcee introduced us. We both stood up. I smiled amd waved at the visitors but Mew did nothing but remained silent and serious beside me. After that short introduction, the buffet started and everyone busied themselves by eating. "Why are you so quiet?" I asked Mew while we were eating. A lot of visitors were coming to give us their congratulations but they stopped already. I guess everyone had their chance. They all wished us a happy married life, but what they don't know is that this person beside me is not happy with his decision to marry me. "Don't mind me. I'm just tired." He smiled weakly. You're not tired Mew, you are disappointed and sad. You don't have to lie to me. I can see it through your eyes. I gave him a sad smile. Mew is handsome and dashing. His body is also well-built. His expressive eyes surely make all girls and boys alike fall in love with him. I sighed. Not long after, Mew was called by the emcee. "Let us all hear a message from one of our grooms, Mew!" My husband immediately stood up and smiled at the emcee. He grabbed the mic from her before deciding to speak. "Thank you, Annie. Good evening everyone," he waved at the audience gently. "Thank you all for coming to our wedding. Gulf and I are very happy for your gift of presence in this special event." I smiled at the visitors. But this time, I wasn't sure if it was convincing. My heart was aching. This make-pretend is painful. "Rest assured that I will take good care of Gulf and love him forever. Thank you again and enjoy the rest of the evening." The visitors once again applauded. After the program, we immediately flew to Maldives that our parents chose as our honeymoon destination. We went there through a private plane because of course, our families own airline companies. Mew is beside me and is silently looking outside the window. He's enjoying the view of the shining city lights below us. It's 1 am here in the Philippines. His left hand was rested on the hand rest between us. I decided to hold it. I expected him to remove my hand but he did not. He let me hold his hand. "Are you happy?" I asked. My heart was pounding, anxious of his answer. What if he tells me that he's not happy? I'm sure that it will break my heart. He removed his sight from the window and turned to face me. His eyes met my gaze. "I am," he smiled, weakly. How could he lie? His expressive eyes say it all. I looked away because I did not want him to see how hurt I am. I nodded silently. A flight attendant approached us and asked if we needed something. "Coffee? Tea?" she asked. We both declined. When the flight attendant left, I was startled with what Mew did. He placed my hand that was holding his hand earlier on the zipper of his black pants. My face turned red. I did not expect that. The sadness in his eyes was now replaced with a playful smile. "Can you do me a favor?" he asked playfully, licking his lower lip. My eyebrows arched. I am not doing this to him on a plane. What if the flight attendant comes back and offer us some other things? But a thought came to my mind. What if this is the way for us to start a good and happy relationship? I have to satisfy his needs for him to like me. "Please?" he pleaded. I did not think twice again. I unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. I gulped when I saw his throbbing member and freed it from his boxers. He's huge. I gulped again. 'Can I do this?' I asked myself. And without wasting another second, I took him inside my mouth. He gasped. He closed his eyes and leaned on the backrest. It was time to show-off. I played his member skillfully with my tongue. "Ahhh," he moaned. "Why are you so good at this?" he asked as he was trying to catch his breath. "Pghhrackktisckshh." I couldn't answer him properly because my mouth was still filled with his huge member. "What?" he asked again. I took him out of my mouth and faced him. "I said practice." His expression changed. My answer seemed to anger him so he pushed me harshly between his thighs. He shoved his manhood inside my mouth. "Practice? I see. Practice with other boys?" he shoved it deeper until it reached my throat. He gritted his teeth and his jaw clenched. Wtf? I almost couldn't breathe. He held my head and moved it upside down. "Ackackkshackk." "Ahhh. I'm coming. Shit!" And just like that, he came inside my mouth. The rest of the flight was total silence. After seven hours, we finally arrived at the airport of Maldives. Because of time zones, it's still 4:30 in the morning. Before we reach the island where our honeymoon would be, we need to ride a yacht. After boarding the yacht, he immediately tool me to our cabin. The trip from the airport to the island will take us 30 minutes. When we reached the small cabin, he quickly took off his clothes. He started kissing me deeply and passionately. I am very sure that he can still taste his juice he spilled inside my mouth earlier but he did not mind. He was so hungry, hungry for my kisses. He was quick in undressing me. I did not expect that he'll still have the energu after that long and tiring flight. "Lie down," he ordered. I willingly obliged. I lied down on the small bed. His huge member was hard again. He climbed on top of me and started kissing me again. After a few moments, his kisses started going down. He kissed my neck, planting soft kisses. At first his kisses were soft but they started to become deeper, sucking every inch of my neck. I'm sure that after this, they will leave hickeys. His kisses then went lower and lower until he reached my nipples. He suckled on them. "Oh, Mew." I couldn't stop myself from moaning. I closed my eyes because of the sensation I was feeling. When he was satisfied with my nipples, he went back to claim my mouth, kissing me deeper. He bit my lower lip to gain access inside my mouth. He sucked my tongue. Once in a while, he would bite my lower lip. I moaned louder. He reached for his small duffle bag to grab some lube. I took the bottle from him. "Let me," I said. He nodded. I poured some on my hands and reached for his throbbing member. He grabbed my legs and placed them on his shoulders. "Ready?" He asked gently. I nodded. He slowly entered me. My face was crumpled when I felt the pain inside me. I cried softly. He kissed me again, trying to comfort me. "Shhh. Hmmm," he said in between kisses. He thrusted. At first his thrusts were gentle, but they started to become harsh. The pain I waa feeling is now becoming pleasure. "Say it. Say my name," he ordered. "F*ck me, Mew. Ahh. Ahh." "Ahh. You're so damn tight. Ooohh." He chocked me. "Ahh. Ahh. Ahh." His moans resonated inside the cabin. I'm sure that the captain and cabin crewswill hear us. "Ahh. Mew!" I cried. I felt that I was starting to bleed. But he still continued doing what pleasured him. The pain and pleasure was there. Even if the pain was more evident, I decided to keep it to myself because I did not want to ruin the moment. If sex makes him happy, then I will give it to him. "Ahh. Ahh." I felt him pulsating inside me and his juice filled me. He kissed me again before finally laying beside me. He got tired. Fifteen minutes left on our yacht trip and he's already asleep. I'm also tired but I chose to watch his handsome and peaceful face. We're still both naked. He slept silently, tired with the long travel and our sexual encounters. I heard him murmur something. At first I did not hear it clearly. But when he repeated it, I was able to understand it clearly. "Aron," he whispered. His words were clear as glass. Aron. His boyfriend before he was forced to marry me. My heart was crushed. It was so painful to hear. I heard his phone vibrated inside his duffle bag. I took it out and saw that a message has arrived. "One new message from Aron." I clicked on the notification but a password was needed to unlock the phone. I brought the phone to his hand for his fingerprint. It was successfully unlocked. My heart was crushed even more. While we were at the reception, Mew sent him a message. "Please take me away from here. I miss you." I took a moment to let everything sink in. It was so painful. Aron's response was only received now. "I miss you too. See you tomorrow." I dropped the phone. My hand was shaking. I cannot take this. It's just so painful. It really is true. It's true that he was just forced and did not want this marriage. It's true that he doesn't love me. While on the edge of crying, a cabin crew knocked on the door and informed us that we have arrived on the island and that we can now leave the yacht. In that moment, I decided to leave the yacht first. I dressed myself and fixed my things. Before I went to the court yesterday for our wedding, I promised myself that I will do everything to be a good husband to Matthew. That I will do everything to make our relationship work. That I will do everything to make him love me. But I think I over-estimated myself. I can't do it. So I left the cabin with my things. I did not wake Mew up. I left the yacht. I left him. I ran away. On our first day of marriage. ---