Chapter 005: Making Him Jealous

As soon as we reached the main entrance of the beach resort, Allen immediately greeted us with balls of sweat dripping from his face, proving that the tension was already intense even before we arrived.

Charlie walked ahead of us to look for his sister. I, on the other hand, am about to explode with the sound of my heartbeat ripping my heart open.

I felt too anxious when Charlie's plan consumed me in its entirety, wondering whether it would work or not. What's worse than that, I was not able to make a plan B in case things went south.

I mean, who could be? My smart brain refused to cooperate as my hatred and anger toward him occupied it.

"Boss, isn't he supposed to be dead by now?" Allen asked, more like a whisper. "Why is he with you? Why did you get out of his car instead of yours?"

Putting a bullet inside his head was supposed to be the plan. Unfortunately, it was his huge gun that went deep into my hole last night. I even forgot to bring the gun I left in the room.

"Where are they?" I asked, ignoring Allen's endless questions.

"This way, boss." Allen led the way.

Charlie is already talking with Dad and some members of the family as we reach the veranda. They were laughing as if they had that kind of close relationship.

I was about to approach them, but Clarisse got there before me.

"Dad, Dominick is here now. Please, be good to him, okay?" She pouted at my direction.

Judging by the look on Charlie's face, he might have everything under control. Charlie kept on talking on our way back to the beach resort earlier.

He highly suggested that the reason we were at the bar last night was to discuss business collaboration.

I had no single idea what his businesses were, and how he managed to shut the driver's mouth, but I simply agreed to his plan. Business always comes first for Dad after all.

As for Clarisse, it turned out that she had someone keeping an eye on me, and Charlie managed to bribe the man. That was how confident he was to have sex with me.

But it appears not to be the case. Dad slapped me in the face, putting the entire veranda into a deafening silence. Clarisse and Charlier attempted to do something, but I blocked them to make sure things won't escalate.

I knew Dad better than anyone present on the veranda. I've lived with him for twenty-six fucking years. He wouldn't slap me unless he was satisfied with Charlie's explanations, whatever that is.

Or, maybe, Charlie broke his promise. He might have turned things the other way around instead of following the plan. What else could I say? The bastard had me on the neck.

"Now that you're here, let’s have breakfast." Instead of asking my side of the story, that was what Dad said before he left me, stunned and dumbfounded.

I could not help but rub my nose, caused by too much confusion. Dad was supposed to throw me back-to-back questions regarding the incident, but he invited me to the meal instead.

He was supposed to lecture me about how to become a better husband. I even expected that he would compare me to his previous experience when he first married my mom.

What does he mean by that? Does Charlie or Clarisse have something to do with his sudden change of heart?

"Just bear with it for the time being, brother-in-law. After all, it was you who left your wife alone in the middle of your honeymoon." Charlie teasingly tapped my chest.

"Problems can't be solved with an empty stomach, Babe. Let’s talk about everything after the meal," Clarisse said as she held my hand in front of her brother.

Clarisse was about to walk alongside her brother, but I pulled her closer to me and surprised her with a deep kiss on the lips. I know I was wrong for leaving her alone in the middle of our honeymoon period.

I swear to God, things like that will never happen again. I will be forever faithful to her alone. As for Charlie, I must trust him that he wouldn't do anything that could hurt his sister.

"Dominick, sit with me."

Everyone present in the dining area paused whatever they were doing. All their eyes were pointed at me, coated with confusion. I, for one, also shared the same feeling.

The one who offered me the seat is not just Clarisse, but also Charlie. Clarisse wants me to sit on her left side, which is next to Dad, while Charlie offered to his right side, which is across from my wife.

Thanks for the offer, but I sat next to Clarisse.

"Of course, you can sit next to my sister, brother-in-law. I'm sorry. I got carried away for a few seconds." Charlie explained, removing the confusion.

Nice try, Charlie! The bastard must have forgotten his place. Perhaps he might have assumed it was the two of us who got married instead of his sister.

Dad suddenly rose from his seat, warming up the freezing temperature in the veranda.

He grabbed and lifted a glass of wine and announced, "Kindly raise your glasses and let's make a toast to the newlyweds. And to extend our family's sincerity, I am going to stay here until the honeymoon period is over."

What? This is news. Since when did Dad have time to spend with us? His schedule was pretty swamped with out-of-the-country meetings this month for as far as I can remember.

He rarely had time for me while I was unmarried. We barely talk. We were like strangers at home or even in the office, as a matter of fact.

Right. He decided to stay to make sure I won't run away from Clarisse again. I gritted my teeth in utter regret while holding onto that thought.

Charlie and I exchanged glances, trying to read each other's thoughts. I knew he had a lot of things to say or ask on his mind. About me. About his proposal of making me his secret boyfriend.

I rose from my seat. To make the situation more convincing, I raise my glass. "Thanks for that wonderful news, Dad. So, I wanted to make it up to my loving and understanding wife," I said. "I am going to kiss her to prove my heart and loyalty only belong to no one but her."

Gotcha!

I saw Charlie clench his hands while kissing Clarisse. Now he knows the feeling of getting on someone's nerves. I may have failed to kill him with a bullet, but seeing him getting jealous is certainly doing the same thing inside out.

And I was laughing secretly on top of my head. It's getting more fun and exciting. Speaking of which, the meal continues, full of business discussions.

Until unexpected things happened, as Dad asked me and Clarisse to get and serve the dessert he brought from home. Instead of Clarisse, Charlie offered it on her behalf.

I was caught by surprise when he stealth a kiss on our way back to the veranda. I didn’t even get the chance to dodge with my hands holding the cake.

"Whose lips do you think taste better? Mine or Clarisse?" he teased, "Try harder if you want me to get jealous, Dominick. Try harder."