Ayinah's POV

Now she understands.

He may look like this arrogant, self-centered jerk, but actually he is a sissy. 

She smiles at the thought that the reason why he chooses to have artificial insemination is that he can't, that's right.

"Why are you smiling alone?" He asked her.

She didn't notice that he'd been done talking with the room service.

"Hmm, nothing," she said, still smiling.

"In that case, come here and let's eat; we haven't had a proper meal since we left Queens," he said.

She agreed to that. She really never had a good meal because she can't stand the smell of the food they served on the plane.

"Aye aye, sir!" She saluted, marching towards the table.

He pulls a chair out for her to sit. What a gentleman sissy.

"Thank you, Lord, for this blessing that we are about to receive. We give you praises, honor, and thanksgiving in Jesus name. Amen."

She opened her eyes after saying the grace. He is staring at her.

"What?" she asked, puzzled.

"No. Nothing. Let's eat," he said, and he spooned up some food and put it on her plate.

"Thank you!" She said.

"Try it if it's good," he said.

She spoons the food in her plate and puts it in her mouth. It's good. She thumbs up.

"Great!" He said and took some for himself as well. He starts eating.

They both eat in silence, and she's thankful that all the food doesn't stir up her stomach. Until they finished eating, she was totally fine.

"Wow! That's superb," she said.

"I agree with you. They cooked good things in here. And of course, this is the only 5-star hotel here," he said.

"I see, and this hotel deserves the 5 stars; it's really nice," she replied.

"Do you want to go down to have a walk? It's still early to sleep, and there's nothing to do up here," he said.

"Okay, let me brush my teeth first, and we will go." She said, standing up to get her own toothbrush from her suitcase.

"I'll go with you too; there are two sinks inside, so we will finish together," he said.

After they're done fixing themselves, he puts back his laptop in the briefcase, and he searches for the safety box. He creates a new combination code.

"Give me your handbag so I can put it in here too," he said.

She handed him her handbag.

"Do you need anything from here?" Lifting up her handbag.

"Nothing," she replied.

"Okay, how about in your suitcase? Are there any valuable things that we need to put in the safety box?" he asked.

She nods.

"Okay, I'll close this now so we can go down," he said.

"How about our dirty dishes?" she asked.

"They will collect it later," he replied.

"I see. I thought we had to push the cart outside," she said.

"Are you ready?" he asked.

"Yes," she replied.

"Then let's go," he said.

He grabs the keycard from the table; he also puts his phone in his pocket and also his wallet. Then he leads her outside the suite. 

When they reach the elevator, he almost holds her hand, but he pulls it away immediately. 

It's not that she feels offended, but maybe he doesn't want people to think that they are together. She remembers what happened when they were on their way to the Philippines. He has an ambush interview. Luckily, she was quick to divert their attention. 

When they reached the ground floor, they went to the garden.

"Would you like to have a photo as a souvenir here?" He asked her.

"Yeah! But we don't have a camera," she said.

"What's the use of the cellphone?" he said, pulling out his phone from his pocket.

"Okay, pose," he said after doing something on his phone.

She walked towards the beautiful flowers. And stand. He took many photos of her. They have a selfie too. Some passerby has volunteered to take a photo of them.

After their walk in the garden and to the pool, they decided to come back inside the hotel and go back to their suite.

"If you're sleepy, you can sleep now," he said.

"I'll get change first," she replied. She only has her silk nighties, but it's fine; he's a sissy anyway.

She gets inside the bathroom and gets changed. When she was done, she folded her clothes and put them on top of her clothes in the suitcase, then she climbed onto the bed.

"What are you doing?" She asked when she saw him on his laptop while sitting on the right-hand side of the bed. 

She noticed that he's not in his clothes too; he only wore boxer shorts. If he's not a sissy, she will feel uncomfortable.

"I'm transferring the photos," he replied.

"May I see?" She moved towards him and watched what he was doing.

"They're actually quite a lot. Okay, now finished transferring. Now we can see it clearly," he said. Flipping the photos.

"Nice," she commented.

They have many photos, wow. She laughs at their selfies; they both have funny actions.

"Can you pass it to me too?" she asked.

"Sure. They're funny." He replied, laughing at their pictures.

"But my phone is in the safety box," she said.

"Never mind; we can do it tomorrow. If you have an e-mail, I can send it to your email," he said.

"Yes, I have. Can I have a pen?" She asked.

He pulls out paper and pen from the drawer of the bedside table and gives them to her. She scribbles on the paper and then gives it to him. It's her email.

"I'll sleep now. Good night!" She said, and she moved back to her side. She closes her eyes and prays silently. When she's done, she lies down and slips inside the blanket.

Because she is too tired, she drifts off quickly only to be woken up when she feels hot. She stirred. It's his hand on her stomach; no wonder why she felt so hot. He's hugging her from behind. His breath is fanning her neck.

She changed her position; she faces up and kicks off the blanket downward.

"Thorne, I'm hot," she said.

But he is sound asleep. She lifted up his hand in her stomach and put it on his side. She can't move because she has no space to move. He moved in her place. He's really a sissy; maybe he's afraid to be alone. She laughs, but she covers her mouth.

"Thorne, I'm hot. Can you move a little bit?" she said again, but he's too deep in his sleep.

Never mind, she thought.

She will make herself comfortable on the other side, his side. Since he moved over to her space, she will move to his place.