Chapter 57 Naked
Rebecca froze at his words. It was just like he'd been reading her mind but there was no way she'd let him know that.
She turned to him slowly. "Scared?" she repeated. "Don’t flatter yourself."
Derek smirked. "Then why are you so desperate to avoid sharing a room?"
Rebecca opened her mouth to argue, then stopped. She hated that he was cornering her like this. Even worse, she hated that part of her couldn’t fully deny his words.
She looked away. "I just want boundaries."
"And we can still have them," Derek replied. "It’s just a bed, Rebecca."
She sighed heavily. "You’re enjoying this."
"Maybe a little," he admitted with a smile. “I mean, it's rare to see you this scared. But you shouldn't be. I won't do anything you don't want me to if that's what you're so scared of.”
Rebecca glared at him, then straightened her shoulders. "I'm not scared of anything and nothing can ever happen between us," she said. "I’ll stay in the room."
She hated being dared, so if staying in the same room will prove to Derek that she is not scared, then they will stay in the room together.
Derek raised an eyebrow. "You’re sure? You don't have to prove anything to me. We could fly back——"
“Ahhh!” He yelped in pain when she kicked him hard in the leg and left him.
She walked back to the reception desk and forced a polite smile. "We’ll take the room."
The receptionist smiled in relief and handed over the key card.
As they headed toward the elevator, Rebecca’s heart pounded. She kept telling herself it was just a room, just a bed and that she could do it.
That evening, after they had arranged their bags in their room, Rebecca decided she wanted fresh air.
After the long flight and the stress of trying to change their room, she was feeling stuffed already.
Derek had stepped out earlier to take a call, so Rebecca took the opportunity to leave the room quietly. She slipped on a light cardigan and stepped outside, letting the warm evening breeze brush against her skin.
The resort was beautiful at night.
Soft lights lined the walkways, palm trees swayed gently, and the sound of distant laughter mixed with calm music from somewhere near the pool area. Couples walked hand in hand, some sitting close together on benches, others strolling slowly as if they had nowhere else to be.
Rebecca walked at an easy pace, trying to clear her mind. Her thoughts kept circling back to the room. She had no idea how she was going to survive sleeping in the same room with Derek, especially with this romantic atmosphere.
She shook her head slightly and pulled out her phone.
Amelia.
A small smile tugged at her lips as she tapped the video call button. It rang twice before Amelia’s face appeared on the screen, bright and cheerful as always.
"Becca" Amelia said happily. "Look at you. You’re glowing. How’s the honeymoon going?"
Rebecca snorted softly. "Glowing? You’re exaggerating."
Amelia laughed. "So? How are you and Mr. Husband doing?"
Rebecca hesitated for a second, then sighed. "That’s actually why I’m calling."
Amelia raised an eyebrow, instantly interested. "Ah. Spill."
Rebecca adjusted the phone as she continued walking. "We booked one room."
Amelia blinked. "One room?"
"Yes. One. Single. Room," Rebecca emphasized, as she walked over to a palm shade and sat down.
Amelia burst out laughing. "As in… with one bed?"
Rebecca groaned. "Don’t laugh."
"Oh, Becca," Amelia said between laughs, "that’s how it’s supposed to be. What are you scared of?" She added, trying to control her laughter.
"I’m not scared," Rebecca replied quickly.
Amelia tilted her head before asking with a raised brow. "Really? Because you sound scared to me."
Rebecca frowned. "We’ve just been… trying to keep things normal."
"Normal?" Amelia repeated. " But you and Derek have been sleeping in the same room since you got married. So what’s the problem now? If it's sex you're scared of, you've both done it before so?" She asked with a smirk.
Rebecca felt heat rush to her face as the memory of her first night with Derek came to mind, but she shook her head. "Because we had sex before doesn’t mean I want to have sex with him again."
Amelia’s smile widened. "Hmm. From your voice, it actually sounds like you do."
"What?" Rebecca exclaimed loudly, when she remembered there were other tourists walking around, she lowered her voice. "No." She whisper-yelled, her cheeks warning up at what Amelia was implying.
"You sound like someone who wants something to happen but is pretending she doesn’t," Amelia teased.
Rebecca scoffed loudly. "Nooo! Why would I want to have sex with someone like Derek? He’s not even my type."
Amelia folded her arms as she leaned her weight slightly against the counter, clearly enjoying this. "Oh really?"
"Yes," Rebecca continued, gaining confidence. "He’s arrogant, bossy, and always too calm. He thinks he knows everything."
Amelia nodded slowly. "Okay. If you say so." She said, not sounding convinced at all.
Rebecca frowned. "What does that mean?"
"It means," Amelia said calmly, "you should remember you’re carrying his child."
Rebecca stiffened. "That doesn’t change anything." She murmured.
Amelia smiled mischievously. "You say he’s not your type, yet you still went ahead and had sex with him."
"That was different! I was heartbroken and just needed company," Rebecca muttered
"Oh, it was very different," Amelia teased. "You told me about how you were crying that night, remember? And when you were explaining to me how hot he looked, I could tell Derek was your type."
"Amelia" Rebecca exclaimed, her cheeks burning.
Amelia laughed. "I’m just saying."
Rebecca inhaled deeply, steadying herself. "I don’t want anything to happen between me and Derek. That’s why I don’t want to stay in the same room with him."
Amelia’s smile softened. "Is that really the reason?"
"Yes" Rebecca said firmly. "Oh I also don’t want Derek to know he’s the father of my child."
Amelia’s teasing expression disappeared. "Why?"
Rebecca looked away, staring at the softly lit path ahead. "Because I don’t want complications. My life is already complicated enough. I don’t want it to be worse."
Amelia was quiet for a moment. "Has Derek been asking about the baby’s father?"
Rebecca shook her head. "No. I think he believes Liam is responsible. Besides, he doesn't remember our meeting or the sex."
Amelia sighed and nodded slowly. "Rebecca, as your friend, I’ll advise you to tell him the truth. The baby is his."
Rebecca clenched her jaw. "No."
"Becca—"
“No,” she repeated firmly cutting Amelia off. "I don’t want to tell him."
Amelia studied her through the screen, then sighed. "Alright. I’ve said my piece."
Rebecca managed a small smile. "Thank you."
"Go freshen up," Amelia added. "And try not to overthink too much."
"I’ll try," Rebecca replied before ending the call.
She stood there for a moment longer, breathing in the cool night air, then turned back toward the hotel. Dinner would be soon, and she needed to get ready.
As she walked back, her thoughts replayed Amelia’s words again and again. About Derek. About the baby. About the room, and lastly about what Amelia said.
She wasn't ready to tell Derek about her child, she didn't want him to see her as what Liam accused her of, she had no idea when she started caring about his opinions but she does care a lot about what he thinks about her.
When she reached the room, she used her card to unlock the door. She got in, expecting that Derek would've left for dinner or something.
Instead, what she saw made her freeze.
Derek was standing near the bed. Not just standing but he was standing there, stark naked.
Like buck ass naked, with his dick dangling right in front as though he just stepped out of the bathroom.