Chapter 15 - The Yacht Party

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*The next day at work*


*Juliette Leclaire's POV*


"Any news on Romeo?" I opened the door to Jared's office and said.


"None, but I've tons of news on you and Rogan," He said as turned his computer screen on me.I swallowed a lump down my throat after seeing the headlines on the multiple window tabs that flashed on his screen.


"Mr and Mrs Morgan - Power Couple of the Night" along with the photos of us kissing and smiling away on the red carpet.


"You better be explaining yourself," Jared faced me squarely.


"Look, these are just for a publicity stunt to protect the interest of the both the Morgans and the Leclaires," I said.


"I don't know how are you even going to explain this to Romeo when he is back," He said.I sighed, "We will see to it when that day comes."


"Wait, what's this?" I squinted my eyes at one of the headlines that has Rogan picture affixed next to this gorgeous looking model.


"This? That's just old news about Rogan and his rumoured ex-flame Biannca, that has been re-spiced on tabloids. Now that Rogan is married to you, the tabloids just love to cook up shits like this," Jared explained nonchalantly.


I don't know why I don't feel good learning about Rogan and ex-flame. I didn't used to give my two cents to anything about Rogan and now I am fussing about his ex-flame.


"So did they really had a thing going on?" I asked Jared as I fiddled with my fingers.


"How do I know?!" Jared exclaimed incredulously.


"Wait... Why are you asking about this?" Jared raised his brows at me.


"Nothing, just curious," I shrugged my shoulder as I stood up to leave before Jared starts interrogating me.


For the whole day, I couldn't help having that image of Biannca and Rogan dangling in my mind. If I were Rogan, I would totally date Biannca because she is so hot, and the thought of that makes me feel so unsettled.


*The next day - Saturday*


"Where are you going?" I asked Rogan who is all dressed up in his sprinkle of craziness again. He had his flashy shades on, and a shirt and shorts in bright pastel colours.


"NEWTECH corporate party," He said as he put on his shoes.


"Er... why am I not invited? Don't you need your 'wife' to tag along?" I asked, but the truth is I'm not feeling particularly safe about him whenever he jumps back in his crazy attire.


"I thought you were never interested in partying, besides, it's just a day party on a yacht, I will be back before nightfall," He said impassively.


"A yacht party? That sounds like trouble, I think you should inform me where is it at, in case you got drunk and threw yourself off into the sea," I hinted hard.


"Nah... that won't happen, don't worry," He winked at me before he left for the door.God damn it... why doesn't he let me know where the party is?


I pulled out my phone and started surfing the net for information on this yacht party.


Almighty internet always has got answers. I found tweets and Instagram geolocation of people who were tagged on this party. I found out that the theme of the yacht party is "weekend beatz in bikini and swimwear". That is so typical of Rogan's playboy image. I really thought he had washed up on his playboy's act after our marriage. Just a few minutes into the scrolling, a daunting name presented itself to me.


What? Biannca is going to be there too?! I ain't going to let any scandalous image taint the reputation of our marriage and our family's company. Guess what? Mrs Morgan is going to strut in this party.


Now I totally regret not owning a piece of bikini as I ended up having to make do with a skimpy bikini that I could buy off from a shop nearby. I hopped into the cab and made my way to his yacht party.


Upon arriving at the bay area, I went to the restroom and I had myself changed into the bikini that I just bought. As I looked into the mirror, I became so conscious because it was my first time wearing such a revealing outfit, and this stringy bikini was just literally holding my bosom with two flaps of cloth that barely conceals half of my boobs.


I looked at the time on my phone and decided I had no choice but to make do with it. I slapped on my glossy lipstick, put on my shades and a straw weaved sun hat as I rushed my way to the yacht party.


Thankfully, the yacht hasn't left the dock. A loud blast of music could be heard from a distance as I walked towards the yacht. A stream of good-looking people with sun-kissed skin and hot bods were littered around the yacht. Smiling and laughing away with cocktails in their hands.I took a deep breath in as I adjusted myself for this kind of party which I had never attended before.


Now, where is god damn Rogan and he better not be caught on paparazzi camera with Biancca.
After a few minutes of search, I finally found a topless Rogan in his beach shorts, speaking with Biannca in her sexy bikini. Rogan leaned against the railing of the yacht with a bottle of beer in his hands while Biannca arched her back against the railing as she spoke with Rogan.Before I could even walk up to them, a group of guys started to ring around me.


"Hey babe, are you alone?"


"That's a really hot choice for a bikini, you look gorgeous..."


"Come one, hang out with us..."


I was thoroughly disgusted at the lecherous look in their eyes.


I plucked off my shades and cleared my throat in a poise stance to back them off."Oh my god, Mrs Morgan?!"


Shit... and then within seconds everyone started echoing my name and stared at me as they gathered around me.


"Yes, that's right, it's me. How is everyone having fun?" I plastered a fake smile at the intense pressure of everyone's stare at me.


God... save me...!


"Back off!" Rogan's thunderous voice suddenly roared through the crowd and that got everyone jolted into silence as he came storming through the crowd.


"Rogan?" Before I could even say anything further, Rogan already had a white button shirt threw over my shoulders and then he held my hand as he led me out from the crowd in wide strides."What is wrong with you?" I asked him as I shake my hand off from his grip.


"Why are you here?" He questioned with a glowered rage on his face.


"Why? Are you upset that my presence here is hindering your date with Biannca? Isn't that why you didn't invite me to this yacht party?" I stood my ground firmly.


"No! What nonsense are you even speaking?" He defended himself.


I scoffed, "Come on, I just saw you and Biannca hanging out a moment ago. Let me just remind you that I'm here because I don't want any paparazzi news to affect both the Morgans and the Leclaires."


"You think me and Biannca had a thing?" He scoffed.


"Yea, at least from what I have learnt from the tabloids," I said confidently.


"If you are going to believe in the tabloids, then it's as good as you're telling me you believe in rubbish. For a smart girl like you, I'm surprised you subscribed to that," He snapped.


"Then why are you mad that I'm here?" I retorted.


"Because of what you are wearing!" He yelped.


"Oh, so now you feel embarrassed by me? Because I ain't as hot as Biannca?" I was steaming mad.


"No! Because you're my wife and I hate it when other men lust after your body!" He snapped.What....? Ok, so he was just concerned about me?


"I'm sorry for raising my voice at you. Just go get changed please..." He said sounding apologetic.


Then a flash came on us. Darn, must be the damn paparazzi trying to snitch on images of us fighting.


"We have to repair this," I whispered discreetly to Rogan.


"What?" Rogan asked.


"The paparazzi, I don't want them to think that we were fighting," I said.


"So what do we do?" He asked.


"Act intimate of course," I said and then I grabbed his hands around my waist.


"Come on, touch my waist," I whispered to him but he still seems dumbfounded.


"I allow you to, you dork head," I mouthed to him to get him to start his act.


He finally grabbed me by my waist from the back but he was weirdly quiet.


I realised something hard was sticking up against my back and it made me felt uncomfortable, I was probably leaning on his pelvic bone or what, so I turned around to adjust myself and that's when I realise something else stuck out from his shorts and I'm no stranger to that sight of it.I grabbed him closer to me and whispered in shock, "Rogan, your dick is sticking out of your shorts!"


"Shit..." He cursed in embarrassment.


"I have got you covered, just stick it back in your shorts now," I whispered.


He dug his hand down to his short and tried to pull it back into his shorts as discreetly as he could, but it ended up sticking out perpendicularly in his shorts.


"Get it down now!" I whispered in fluster to him.


"What? You think I could control this as and when I want it?! It just wouldn't go down for now," He mouthed back to me.


"Why?!" I retorted.


"Because I'm turned on by you!" He snapped.


Oh my god... I could feel my temples warming up and the lips between my thighs searing at the sight of his reaction.


"So what do we do now?" I asked shyly.


"Get away from the cameras, of course," He said.


"But how? You are still erected..." I mumbled.


"Let me carry you up so that I can use your body to cover up my erection as we make our way indoor," He suggested.


"Okay..." I bit my lips as I climbed up on him like a koala bear hugging a tree and throughout that walk until we reached indoor, his dick was sticking right up my groin. I could feel the wetness building up between my thighs.


Hang in there, Juliette!


I immediately got down from him as soon as we hit indoor. My heart was racing so fast that my breath became ragged. I turned away from him in embarrassment as I calm myself down.He heaved a sigh of relief too as he fell onto the couch.


"Juliette... are you... wet?" He asked in stutters.


"What?" I turned around to him and asked but I was still treated to a sight of his erection beneath his shorts.


"My shorts are wet, and I'm sure it ain't me..." He sounded nervous in his tone.


"What do you mean? You wet your pants, didn't you?" I retorted his accusation, but I think I know what he is saying when I realised that wetness between my thighs.


Darn... did I had a bodily reaction towards him too?


He sniggered and then he sighed, "Just how long more can I do this...?"


"Huh?" I asked.


"Nothing, just turn around for now while I get it down," He instructed me.


"Okay... Or can I leave you here instead? I can go out now," I suggested.


"No, no, I need you to be here," He said in protest.


"Why?" I asked in bafflement.


"Just turn around and don't ask any question," He commanded.


"Okay..." I folded my arms and waited.


Suddenly, a mix of his low groan and fapping sound came through from behind me and that got me froze to my feet.


"What the f**k, Rogan! ARE YOU JERKING YOURSELF OFF TO ME NOW?!" I exclaimed in horror."Shhhh....!" He shushed me and then he suddenly lets out a loud moan. I cupped my ears immediately as I shivered in this peculiar experience.


"Ok, it's down, you are safe to turn around now," He said.


"You're such a dog!" I exclaimed before heading for the door but he pulled me back into his embrace.


"What do you expect me to do then? Have you help me instead?!" He asked.


"Why not get Biannca instead?!" I retorted in a fit of anger.


I could see that glowered rage in his face as though he had enough of being accused. He took a deep breath in and looked into my eyes as he said heavily to me, "For the last time, I'm telling you this, the woman I love was never Biannca, it has always been you. You were in my god damn mind ever since I first saw you five years ago. Nobody, but you, Juliette. I love you... Why can't you see?"


OH MY GOD. SOMEBODY, ANYBODY. GET ME OFF THIS YACHT NOW!


He got me dumbfounded by his sudden confession as I froze in my widened eyes.


"I'm sorry..." I threw him an apology and dashed my way out. I just don't how to face him now. My mind is in a state of whirlpool now. One moment we were just married on paper, the next moment he tells me he had loved me all this while?! I just don't know how to digest all these right now.


I shouldn't have come here to this stupid party.


I was ready to get off the yacht now and fled from his sight, but the yacht had already left the dock and it will only be back onshore in a few hours.


Shit... What do I now? Jump into the sea and swim back onshore?


I sighed heavily at the defeat of my plan.


I guess I will just have to find a spot in this yacht to hide away from him until this yacht get back onshore. I know I can't hide forever, but at least just some time alone to clear up my mind."Vodka! Anyone?" A drunk lady was sitting alone at a corner mumbling to herself."Miss, are you okay?" I asked.


She lowered her shades down her nose and slurred as she passed the bottle of vodka to me, "Hello there, I'm Ericka, care to join me for vodka?"


I would have said no usually, but this time, I guess a needed this to take my mind off from troubles.


I took over the bottle and washed a gulp of vodka down my throat.


Damn... that was lethal!


Ericka laughed at my reaction and then she slurred, "You seem troubled, you want to talk about it?"


I took another gulp of vodka down my throat to unwind myself and then I confided in her, "Yea... I guess I'm quite fucked up? I like my brother-in-law to be for a long time, but then he disappeared on me and then his brother suddenly tells me he loves me all this while."


"Now that sounds crazy..." Ericka slurred in her cackle.


"I know..." I took another gulp of vodka and this time round I felt real tipsy but also euphorically high.


"Just follow your heart, babe!" Ericka exclaimed in her slur.


"Yea~!" I started yelling out and that felt liberating.


*Rogan Morgan's POV*


"Rogan! There you are... I have been looking for you!" Biannca rushed up to me in a flustered tone.


"Why are you looking for me?" I asked, still feeling shitty about what happened between me and Juliette.


"Your wife is drunk and she is trying to strip herself at the deck now!" Biannca screamed at me.


"What?!" I shot up immediately from my seat and raced as fast as I could to the deck.


Thank god, some ladies who were stopping her from stripping.


"Everyone, back off now!" I roared.


I carried Juliette into my arms and warned everyone sternly, "If anyone speaks of this, I swear I would fire you!"


I laid Juliette on the bed upon reaching my private room in the yacht.


"What happened to you, Juliette?" I sighed as I got up to get a warm towel for her.


I tried to put the warm towel over her head but she still trapped in her euphoria state of mind as she threw her hands up and started woofing away.


I sniggered at how crazily cute she was. I tried to button up the white shirt over her, but she resisted and insisted on peeling it off.


"Hot...! Hot! I don't want this," She protested like a little kid.


At the rate that she was turning and tossing in bed, her bikini was near to revealing her entire bosom.


"Okay... okay..." I turned my eyes away from her as I didn't want to get another darn erection.

Suddenly, she lugged her hands over my shoulders from the back and whispered into my ear in a slur, "Rogan..."


I like the way she calls out my name like this in a sense of wanting.


"Yea?" I responded as I gradually turned around to her and held her in my arms.


She started smiling at me with that flushed red face of hers, and then she caressed my face gently with her hands. I gazed back into her eyes, savouring every glance of her.


Her glistening blue eyes, flawless fair skin and that blush of peach cream complexion. Above it all, her traits of kindness, modesty, intelligence and diligence are what that swept me off my feet. She is such an enchantress in my eyes, everything I ever wanted in a woman is right here in my arms. The woman who can make me feel the warmth of home.


That day on our wedding when she swept her veil off, I knew I was going to be the happiest man from that moment onwards. Married to my dream girl.


I'm enjoying every bit of this which I have yearned for. Maybe it isn't a bad thing for her to be drunk.


"You're cute," She said with a smile and then she pecked a surprise kiss on my cheek and another trailed near to my lips.


"Juliette, no, I won't be able to control myself if you continue to misbehave," I cautioned her as I grabbed onto her hands.


She pouted in a brood and I found it terribly cute of her. I took out my phone immediately and snapped a shot of her.


"What do you want, Juliette?" I asked her gently as she snuggled up to my chest.


"I don't know..." Suddenly, she started sobbing.


"Don't cry, why are you crying, Juliette?" I hushed her immediately.


"I love Romeo," She breathed out in her snivel.


Darn... That was the last thing I ever want to hear. I took a blow to my heart at those three words of hers. Did she do all these to me because she mistook me for Romeo?


"I love Romeo for five years..." She continued.


"Yea, I know, I know," I scoffed as I rolled my eyes at the reminder of that.


I wondered why my brother was stupid enough to give her a miss... but I'm glad he gave her a miss, otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to marry

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