Marry My Billionaire Second Husband - Chapter 102

Chapter 102: Honeymoon Suite I
Horace personally passed the second card key to Matteo. He clasped his hands around Amelia and Matteo’s own and spoke.

“I’ve personally spoken to old Walton before we left; your suite has everything a couple on honeymoon could possibly need. If you require any other more… specialized items, feel free to consult the front desk. Remember, Amelia dear, money is no issue.”

“Thank you, Grandpa,” Amelia managed to wheeze out, the keycard burning a hole in her palm. Of course, she should have expected this. In Horace Hawthorne’s old wizened eyes, she and Matteo were the epitome of a loving couple, and loving couples spent a lot of time under the sheets when on vacation.

“Thank you, Grandfather,” Matteo echoed, but he sounded a lot more enthusiastic than Amelia. One of his arms was wrapped around her waist as if he was ready to spirit her off to the room to make full use of the facilities. “We’ll make good use of the suite.”

Horace gave an approving nod, while Amelia nearly choked.

“Let’s go,” Matteo said, holding her hand to lead her to their room. Amelia hurried with him, hoping that the rest of the family wouldn’t follow suit.

Unfortunately, it seemed like Emmeline and Aiden had gotten assigned rooms on the same level as theirs, while the elders were on the level below. In fact, their rooms were directly next to theirs!

Amelia fought the urge to groan. This had Kelsie Friesent’s greasy fingers coated all over it. Next to her, Matteo also let out a disgruntled grunt at the realization of who his new neighbors were. They hovered near them, waiting for them to open the door so they could look inside, but Matteo merely crossed his arms.

“Don’t you guys have your own rooms to enter?” he asked icily.

“Can’t blame a man for being curious.” Aiden shrugged casually. “I heard old man Horace say your room is outfitted for a honeymooning couple. I wonder― is there a sex dungeon inside it?”

Amelia squawked, her face reddening at the mental image. There better not be! But who knew what went on in the minds of rich people.

“Even if there is, it’s none of your business. Nor is it Emmeline’s.” Matteo raised an eyebrow. “The both of you might have voyeurism kinks, but Amelia and I are not exhibitionists.”

Emmeline’s face purpled in anger, and she whirled around, angrily stabbing her keycard into her own room and storming inside. The room door slammed shut with a loud bang.

“Yikes.” Aiden raised an eyebrow. “Then I guess I’ll see you around later, Amelia.”

Completely ignoring Matteo, Aiden waved a hand goodbye before entering his own room.

Finally, they were left alone.

“Shall we?” Amelia asked, and Matteo slid the key inside and opened the door.

Amelia held her breath as the room was revealed to her― it was painted in varying shades of white and beige, and there was a huge window that boasted a spectacular view of Lesterat’s famed mountaintops, along with snow gently falling from the skies.

It was exquisitely picturesque, and Amelia would have paid more attention to it if not for the fact that their singular, ridiculously large — but still singular — bed was lined with rose petals, arranged in the shape of a heart. There were two towels folded into the shape of swans kissing on the bed.

“It’s really… a honeymoon suite, I guess,” Amelia laughed awkwardly to herself.

At least this was normal enough. There was only one bed, but it would be big enough for the both of them to share without them touching each other.

Then her head turned, and she caught sight of the bathroom. Her heart fell.

The bathroom walls were transparent! Amelia nearly shrieked at the realization. She ran towards the bathroom, hoping that she had made a mistake.

But there was no mistake. There was no button to press to shield the shower and baths from the rest of the room. The only area that was blocked was the toilet bowl.

How could she bathe like this? If Matteo was in the room, he could see all of her! Just the very thought made an embarrassed flush overwhelm her whole body.

Meanwhile, Matteo couldn’t stop the tiny, satisfied smile that grew on his face as he took in the room. Truly, it was fit for a soon-to-be-married couple. He saw nothing wrong with the lack of privacy. Instead, he decided to look through the drawers, just in case Caleb Walton decided to sneak an unpleasant surprise into their rooms.

Instead, what he saw made him chuckle.

There were packets of condoms and lube, so helpfully provided in the drawers, along with other more risque toys. If his poor wife-to-be caught sight of these objects, she might explode in embarrassment. The open-concept shower was already proving to be nearly too much for her.

Amelia stumbled out of the bathroom weakly, her face red. Matteo couldn’t help but tease her.

“If you’re too shy to bathe with me in the room, I’ve found some objects that could definitely make you feel more at ease,” Matteo said, his voice serious.

“What is it?” Amelia asked, and then her mouth fell open in shock at the items Matteo was holding. In his hands was a blindfold and a pair of handcuffs!

“Where did you get these?!” Amelia squeaked.

“Courtesy of the hotel staff,” Matteo said blandly, but there was a mischievous glint in his eyes. This man was teasing her on purpose! The nerve of him! “Do you want to test them out now?”

“I should just gag you,” Amelia complained.

“Funny you should say that,” Matteo said impishly, pointing to one of the drawers. “There’s one prepared for me right there.”

Amelia let out a weak gurgle as she made her shaky way to the drawer in question. True to Matteo’s words, there it lay.

“Matteo, I cannot believe you!” Amelia shook her head, her voice high with embarrassment. “This is so―”

She slammed the drawer shut with a loud thud, and Matteo finally let loose the laugh that was bubbling inside him at the expression on her face.

Amelia froze, stunned as his laughter entered her ears.