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

be before all this food that
she was forced to eat would start showing up in her ass and thighs?
She was going to be huge, she thought miserably even as she
accepted the inevitable, because really, there wasn’t anything that
she could do about it now, not when she was carrying Bradford
twins. She started to head down the stairs when she realized with
dread and a pathetic whimper that she was actually really hungry,
again.
    At least her stomach wasn’t threatening to
send her running to the bathroom, she realized, relieved that the
pill that Trevor’s Uncle Ethan prescribed was still working. She
walked by the entrance for the spa, making a mental note to check
it out later and kept walking, glancing around, hoping to run into
Trevor, but with every passing second it became obvious that she
was either going to have to go back to the room and wait for him or
hunt down a cruise ship employee and admit that the incredibly hot
man that had somehow lost his mind and married her had probably
come to his senses, jumped off the ship and was currently begging a
judge to grant him an annulment.
    That rather depressing thought had her
stopping in her tracks, turning around and heading back towards
their room where she could do her best to stop the tears that were
threatening to come, but then common sense kicked in and she
couldn’t help but smile. Trevor Bradford, easily the hottest man
that she had ever laid eyes on had dragged her across town,
demanded that she marry him before he dragged her back home,
determined to have his wicked way with her just to make sure that
she was his.
    He loved her, she thought to herself with a
ridiculously pleased smile as she turned right back around and
decided to get something to eat while luck was still on her side
and her stomach wasn’t making her wish for death. She could really
go for a burger, maybe two, she decided, nearly sighing with relief
when her stomach growled in approval, demanding that she move her
ass a little faster and find something to eat. She’d look for
Trevor, but only after she got something to eat, because she really
didn’t think that passing out on the deck among hundreds of
strangers would really be one of those magical moments that she
would want to savor for the rest of her life.
    Food was definitely in order first. Then she
was going to hunt down her husband so that they could start
enjoying their honey-
    “ Would Zoe Bradford please
return to your room immediately ,” came the
intercom announcement, letting her know that she was going to have
to put her plans off for a bit, which apparently didn’t set well
with the twins that she was carrying…
    Not. At. All.
    *-*-*-*
    “ Mr. Bradford, your wife
will be here soon. Please, just try to calm down and-”
    “ Kill. Me,” Trevor demanded
as he grabbed the ship’s doctor by the collar and yanked him
closer. “I don’t want her to see me like this!”
    The doctor released a long-suffering sigh as
he reached up and easily removed Trevor’s weak grip from his barely
wrinkled starched white shirt. “Mr. Bradford,” he began in that
tone that Trevor did not much care for, not at all, “you’re not
dying.”
    “ You don’t know that!” he
snapped back weakly, closing his eyes as he gave up his attempts to
shake some sense into the doctor and grabbed one of the thick
fluffy pillows off the bed and hugged it with everything that he
had, praying for a quick death before Zoe could see him like
this.
    “ Mr. Bradford,” the doctor
began, but Trevor wasn’t about to let the judgmental bastard waste
what precious seconds he had left with more of his
bullshit.
    “ Listen to me,” he bit out,
squeezing his pillow tightly, pausing only long enough to slowly
inhale, praying that it would be enough to settle the violent
attack currently destroying him from the inside out, “I haven’t had
a chance to change my will yet and my wife is pregnant,” he began
only to let out a pathetic groan when the violent