☆Chapter Thirty Two☆

                                    

                                          
Cayo Coco,Cuba||Wednesday||4:43 P.M
Jhené Capri-Taylor 
Dre's eyes watched the man who brought our luggage into the suite with such hatred.
All the man did was tell me that I'm pretty, and Dre felt jealous.
For the entire day he's been packing and opening his gifts. He said my gift was all the way in Cuba, we had to fly here.
Every year he did something out of the ordinary. 
I left him there and walked to look at the sea, the view was breathtaking. I've never been to Cuba, we've been to other places together but not here.
The high balcony made it so much easier to see the entire place, I have a feeling he's got so much planned out.
The sound of the door closing brought my attention to my man, he's been on edge since I told him he should take the idea of us having sex until we've talked out of his mind.
He's been quiet, really quiet.
The slightest thing could cause him to snap at anyone.
He walks out to look at the view as well, wrapping his arms around me.
"Happy anniversary baby" he says kissing my cheek.
"It's so pretty".
"I know, that's why I picked it".
"I feel like I want a house by the sea, just for show".
"Do you?".
"Yeah, I want one".
"Done".
I spun in his arms, "what are we doing today?".
"I got you a spa day, massage therapy, site seeing and then we have dinner later".
"Will you be there?".
"For the site seeing, yeah, and mi make sure is a woman a give yuh massage".
"Nutn nuh wrong if a man do it", I giggled feeling him pinch my side.
I walked away from him to change out of my clothes into something nice to fit the vibe of the resort. 
While tying the skirt piece around my waist I heard Dre talking to Cai about where we were and what we were doing.
Likkle bwoii deh can act like we nuh old enough fi deh pon we own.
I felt light headed all of a sudden, I had to lift my head up from it's low position. Nausea consumed me just before I could make it to the bathroom. I stopped at the door then let out a heavy sigh.
"Babes?".
I made it as far as the face basin before throwing up. With one hand holding my hair up and the other on my chest, I threw up everything I ate before leaving Jamaica.
I wasn't feeling for anything on the plane ride over here.
All the chicken, waffles, grapes and strawberries came up in chunks. Even the sight of it made me sick, the problem was that I couldn't look away.
The water is turned on and Dre is holding my hair back. 
Something felt stuck in the back of my throat, I had to stick my fingers down to force it up. 
Once that was done, I started wheezing.
Dre helped me to rinse out my mouth then he helped me to the bed. He brought me a bottle of water to drink, keeping his eyes on me.