Not Just Play by Warick Love

Prelude
     
    As she sat on one of the cushy chairs that faced the picture window of this beautiful beach house, she took a moment to gaze at her husband’s sleeping form. His handsome face is half hidden by the pillows and some of his hair beautifully covers his temples. A soft smile touched her lips as she looked at the gold band on her ring finger. She did it----she really did it. She is finally, truly, Mrs. Garnet Bonner Dillard.
     
    She was wearing a thin silk chemise underneath her gold robe that she has specifically chosen for her wedding night. She looked at her finger again---the princess cut solitaire diamond that was her engagement ring, winking at her. She thought about the long journey that had prepared them for this day-----a long stretchy journey. Garnet was never the type to go back and think about her past. But today, she is making an exception. She likes to savour it, to hold it in her heart, because this was no longer JUST make believe. She was able to snag her Mr. Right despite all the odds.
     
    She stood up and walked towards the French doors and opened them, allowing the breeze of dawn to come inside. As the wind blows her hair, a waft of Shalimar tickled her nose. She knew she is going to get married wearing nothing but her wedding gown and Shalimar. It was a silly thing to pull off---to walk down the aisle with no underwear on. It was her dirty little secret as she walked, looking at her husband with a coy but challenging smile. When they were pronounced as husband and wife, she squeezed her husband’s hand and whispered----“I have gone commando.” The look on his face was simply priceless! Although he greeted all of their guests with enthusiasm, she actually sensed his sweet agony. Garnet even saw him shift uncomfortably in his seat. Twice.
     
    As she rested her hands on the balcony and breathed in the morning air, she closed her eyes. She was just too happy and her soul is filled with so much joy and so much love. Just then, she felt his arm as he held her possessively on the waist. He held her tight and all of a sudden, she felt as though her heart would jump out of her. Garnet sagged against him and lovingly indulged in the feather light kisses he planted on her cheek. She felt the hardness of him against her buttocks. “How come my wife isn’t in my bed?” He teased.
     
    Before she can even say a word, he scooped her and carried her towards the bed. He chuckled as he took in her expression. He cut her off----she hates that. Garnet narrowed her eyes but was not able to hold on to her bluff as his mouth dipped on hers...
     

     

 
    One
     
    Garnet paced back and forth in her room. God, how she hated her parents for doing this to her! She can’t believe that she’s actually back in the country. She was actually doing very well in the Caribbean, having her vacation, meeting new guys her age and partying. Now, it was as though she was on surveillance. She can’t go out, she can’t invite friends, and she was grounded. Grounded! A few days ago, she was in an island paradise---surrounded with turquoise water and white sand, and was clad with her bright coloured bikinis. Now, she was back in her stuffy room and back to smelling her parents’ antique filled house.
     
    She was already 18. However, her parents treat her like she was still a kid. She sighed and muttered under her breath. “I miss Tante Gabrielle.”
     
    Gabrielle Bonner was her really cool aunt and is French in every sense of the word. She’s got pixie hair, wears gold bangles, and would not wear any perfume if it is not Guerlain . She is chic and she can easily qualify as a modern day princess. She is the closest thing to a fairy godmother for Garnet. She is the younger sister of her father. While her father was strict and dictatorial, Tante Gabrielle treats her like an adult with a heart. It was no surprise that when her aunt asked her to come with her to her beach house in St. Martin, she did not even think twice.