NFH Honeymoon from Hell II by R.L. Mathewson Read Free Book Online

slide and spa. When
he saw the sign for the casino he sighed and kept walking.
    There had to be a bar or a lounge somewhere
on this fucking ship, he thought as he walked past a large pool,
deciding that if he couldn’t find somewhere decent to grab a beer
and catch the game that he’d find a spot by the pool to lounge and
kill time with a few beers while he waited for Zoe to wake up.
Maybe he could…he….could…he…
    “ No fucking way,” he
murmured softly to himself even as he closed his eyes and slowly
reopened them, praying like hell that he was just seeing things,
but when he opened them, the sign was still there.
    Licking his lips, he walked forward as though
he was in a trance and reached for the doorknob with a trembling
hand, praying like hell that this wasn’t some kind of sick joke,
and walked inside, letting the door marked, “Buffet,” close slowly
behind him.

Chapter 6
    “ Well, this is kind of boring,” Zoe had to admit
even as she reached down and straightened the pillow with a
discerning eye, pulling it slightly this way and that way until at
last it was perfect and she was officially out of things to do
while she waited for Trevor’s return.
    She looked over at the small alarm clock by
the bed and sighed before glancing back down at the note that he’d
left her. He should have been back by now, she thought, worrying
her bottom lip as she considered pulling out her cell and texting
him, but two things stopped her. One, she didn’t want to start off
their marriage as a nagging wife, always demanding to know what he
was doing and who he was with. She’d never been that type of person
before and she didn’t plan on starting now.
    The other reason she wasn’t trying to text
him of course was very simple, she had absolutely no idea if they
were in international waters yet and wasn’t exactly eager to find
out the text and calling rates. Call her crazy, but she wasn’t
willing to spend half her paycheck just to find out what her
husband was up to…
    “ Oh, God,” she thought,
chewing her bottom lip as she struggled not to smile and quickly
lost that battle.
    She was married to Trevor and carrying his
babies, which had the terrifying ability to frighten her just a bit
so she decided to focus on something other than the fact that she
could now eat more than her husband and most of the men in his
family. She picked up their empty luggage and squeezed them inside
the small closet in the corner, double checked her outfit, which
unfortunately did nothing to hide the fact that she could lose a
few pounds.
    Shoving that rather depressing thought aside
and the reminder that carrying Bradford twins was only going to
make her bigger, she decided to focus on the fact that she was on
her first real vacation and she was going to damn well enjoy it.
Determined to pretend that she wasn’t the chubbiest woman on the
ship, she grabbed her keycard, pulled the edge of her tank top down
in a futile attempt to hide her full figure, checked her hair and
left the room, deciding to have a look around while she went
looking for her husband.
    She walked down a short hallway before she
came to a door that led to a large pool deck where children were
running and smiling, women were lounging by the water, enjoying the
sun and the appreciative looks the men around them were sending
their way. Zoe paused briefly by a railing to send a wistful glance
at a set of empty lounge chairs and contemplated lying down for a
few more minutes, a little terrified that after a five-hour nap
that she was still tired.
    Then again, she could also go for something
to eat. Actually, if she was going to be honest then she’d admit
that she was starving and the sooner that she found Trevor so that
they could grab dinner, the better. God, she couldn’t remember ever
being this hungry before, but then again she seemed to be thinking
that about twenty times a day.
    That actually brought up another interesting
question, exactly how long would it