Falling For My Exchange Brother | B... - Chapter 36: Chapter 36

"Arthur, since I care about you, something's occurred to me." I say, him looking at me as he lotions my leg.
We just took a shower together and it has been a week ever since he proposed to me. Since than we've gone on a honeymoon...I guess, to Sydney.
You'd be surprised, this country is off the charts. Sydney is a nice country in my opinion. Got nice style not to mention it's my element. Everyone here has money - as do I - so I don't stand out like a sore thumb. You can drive a Lambo through here and be normal.
"Yes, something has occurred to me as well." He added, standing as he sat beside me. We looked at one another, and he chuckled as I sighed.
"Let's say it at the same time, since I don't want to wait anymore."
He nodded, then we both counted down from three as once we got to one I smiled.
"I love you." We say at the same, and I blush as he chuckles.
"We've become this sappy in under a few days... Wonder how much more sappy we're going to become." I state, making him smile as he got up.
"I not care. We both can get as sappy as we want. It shows our love for one another."
"Oui." ( yes ) I whisper, making him chuckle.
"So where are we going again?"
"Nowhere. I canceled our reservation."
Arthur frowned as he set down his suit he was going to wear, giving me a confused look.
"I thought you wanted to go there."
"I did. But I decided I want to stay here in this nice hotel. This place actually has an aquarium in here not to mention a movie theater...I kinda want to watch a movie in there."
He smiled, grabbing hold of my hand as he pulled me to him. The both of us hugging as his lips brushed my forehead.
"I would love that. A movie with you is perfect."
"I'll make the popcorn." I volunteer, and he nods as he goes to the theater.
Rushing to the kitchen, I open one of the drawers as I pull out a pack of popcorn. Removing the plastic I put up the flaps as I put it in the microwave. Pressing popcorn mode, I lean against the counter as I listen to the pops of the kernels.
Doing so, I think about what has happened over the course of these few days.
Sex - lots of it actually. We've been on yachts and tried all kinds of different foods at least. Not to mention we've never been closer until we've come here and I walk around with this huge ring on my finger.
I still wonder why he is still with me. Just thinking over everything I have done to him makes me sorta despise myself. Any woman or man would want him; yet, he chose a bully like me...
"Is corn of the pop almost done?"
I hear Arthur from the side of me, seeing him come in front of me as I avoided his eye contact. If I looked in them I know for sure that I'd break down and cry for all the shit I've thrown at him.
"Arthur..." I croak, and I immediately feel him tip my chin up so that I'm looking at him. Almost scared for a moment that he'd assume the worst. No...it's him, he would never.
"What is wrong?"
I shake my head, the microwave suddenly beeping as I mask my feelings with a smile.
"Looks like the popcorn's done!" I run around him, grabbing the bag as I dump it in a bowl. Grabbing salt as I sprinkled it over it and he still looked concerned from seeing me almost cry like that.
I don't need him to see me in a state like that. He can probably guess but he's probably waiting for me to say it first. His considerate ass just shows I don't deserve him, I would've asked by now if I was him...
We go to the theatre, him opening the door for me as I enter. Once I hear the door close behind me we go to the seats as I grab the remote. The two of us resting in the love seat in the very back. Arthur sitting normally and I lay on him, resting my head on his legs as holds the popcorn.
"What do you want to watch? I want to see Black Panther." He said excitedly, and I chuckle as he begins scrolling through the movies.
"That's fine. I haven't seen it yet so we both can watch something new." I state, and he nods as he clicks on the movie. The room immediately going black as it was beginning.
Sitting in silence, I could hear Arthur chewing on the popcorn as his hand went back and forth into the bowl. But I stayed still, just laying here as I was remembering how I treated him...
"We not friends?"
"No the hell we not. I will never be your friend. Let me say it in a language you'll better understand. Nous ne serons jamais amis, stupidass." ( We'll never be friends, you stupidass. ) I spat, and a look of hurt starts to accompany his face.
I fold my arms, walking on. Dylan told me that being mean to him like this would result in it coming back at me. With his level of confidence, I'll be just fine.
"Qu'est-ce que je fais de mal?" ( what'd I do wrong? ) I heard him mumble, and I rolled my eyes. Being here, is what he did wrong.
I squeeze my eyes shut, remembering doing that on the second day he was there. He wanted to be my friend and I blew him over... I was a jerk...
Ever since we got married I have been thinking back on everything I've done to him and how I've treated him. I'm not one to really think over what I've done because everything I do...was perfect, so I thought. But now I'm looking over everything I've said and done to him and I shouldn't be here with him right now.
Know where I should be? I should be not with this amazing guy who loves me with all his heart despite the shit I've done. I should not be kissing him and seeing his pearly white smile even when I've made him angry and shed tears. I shouldn't be this happy, I don't deserve this...
"William, is not their clothes amazing?! I wish I had a suit like that!" He gawked, and I couldn't even respond as I sat up.
"Yeah, it's cool."
"You did not even look at it."
"I imagined it."
I hear him go silent as from the side of my eye he's giving me a confused look. Like he doesn't understand why I'm like this.
"Yeah..." He drifted, facing the screen as he grinned." The Black Panther is something else. What do you think about him?"
"He's a good guy. I don't think he'd hurt the ones he loves the most like I have. I don't think he's selfish, clearly he isn't since he's a super hero. What a selfless guy...unlike myself."
That's when I feel him twist me to look at him and he has this concerned look on his face. Looking truly worried for my sake and how I feel even though I don't deserve for him to care.
"Where is this coming from? What is wrong?" He questioned, pulling me towards him but I immediately yank back.
"Arthur...look at me and tell me that you don't remember all the things I've done to you."
"I remember everything. I am not trying to forget, why?"
He grabbed my hands, pulling me towards him as I put up resistance. Knowing that it was because I was disappointed in myself. I was also afraid that I'd unleash all the tears I was holding and I didn't want to make him worry.
"Arthur please-."
"What is wrong? Talk to me."
I shake my head as he was able to pull me to him. His body cornering me in the couch as he stared me down with worry and his arms on each side of me. So there was no way I could escape from around him without a fight.
"William... Quel est le problème, s'il vous plaît." ( What's wrong, please. ) He murmured into my ear. His lips brushing my earlobe as his hands caress my cheek.
Then that's when I feel the tears escape, crying my eyes out as I didn't deserve for him to forgive me. Seeing him look at me in pain as I cried wasn't helping because I don't want him to care.
I shouldn't be crying, yet I am. Crying because I treated him so terribly...
"I don't deserve you." Croaking pitifully as I cried in front of him. My hand trying to hide my tears, but I couldn't do the best hiding it as from the top of my vision I saw his eyes get watery from seeing me cry.
"William you deserve me as much as I deserve you."
"No the hell I don't! Don't fucking lie to me! What have I done to deserve you, huh?! I've treated you horribly and purposely tried bringing you down and I can't get over everything I've done. I would've hated me if I was you, why don't you want to beat my ass?! How can you look at me and hold this piece of shit - me - in your arms?! I fucking hate myself!" I cry, and he just looks down at me. Not saying a thing as I cried like a child and he still kept me trapped right here.
I don't want him making excuses for me anymore. I want him to hate me, do something that is what I do. I want to feel all the pain I've caused him...
"Je ne sais pas quoi dire ... William est ce qui te dérange dernièrement?" ( I don't know what to say... William is that what's been distracting you lately? ) He asked, and I nod as I still cry but it's somewhat calmed.
"Yeah... How can you look at me? All those chances and promises and I blew them all. Now we're married and I don't think I deserve to be this happy." I whimper, and he rests his head on mine as I continue to feel tears go down my cheeks.
"Vous méritez d'être heureux." ( You deserve to be happy ) He murmurs, and I shake my head in disagreement.
"No I don't-."
"Why are you bringing self down? We all make mistakes-."
"What I've done are not mistakes! Tell me, when I thought you took my football scholarship that I've never used and bullied the shit out of you, that's a mistake?"
He just looks at me, not saying anything as he was expressionless. Probably thinking hard on what I said and maybe he'll leave me for good this time.
But instead he's leaning towards me as his lips press on my cheek. Feeling him kiss away my tears as he once they were gone he kissed me on the lips. His arms wrapping around my waist as he pulled me close, kissing me with all his strength.
"Is not making mistakes and those countless mess ups a part of what makes us...us?" He mumbled against my lips, and I didn't know what to say." You have made mistakes, I have made mistakes. That is why we are who we are right now, and I would not change that for a single thing."
I whimper, crying out as the more he spoke the more I realized how perfect he was and how I didn't deserve him. I was almost hurt that he was hiding the fact that my actions aren't nothing. They meant something to him clearly if he got angry and even ran back to France. I can go on forever about how he could do so much better than me...but where will that get me?
"I love you William, I will not allow yourself to say different." He sneers, looking angry at my accusations and words." You and I are partners. It is us two against the big world. The fact that you said that hurts me a little. What is wrong with you?"
"Tout." ( everything ) I mumble, and he pauses the movie as he glared at me.
"Je veux t'emmener quelque part." ( I want to take you somewhere. ) He said, picking me up as he spiraled me onto his back. Walking along as we left the hotel and I was still on his back as we walked down the sidewalk.
As we walked it was cool outside and the moon was up, not much cars out but it seemed like the city was...asleep somewhat. Hopping off his back, we just walked side by side in odd silence.
I didn't know what to say, it was my fault - once again that we were in this funk. Didn't I know how to deal with my emotions and keep my comments to myself? Clearly not.
"Qu'est-ce qui vous a amené à le faire? Après tout ce que nous avons fait et vécu. Je sais que nous sommes mariés depuis une semaine, mais quand même ... Sachez que vous n'avez plus besoin de m'excuser." ( What made you bring that up? After everything we've done and gone through. I know we've been married for a week, but still... Just know you don't need to apologize to me any more. ) He explained, and I nodded as I wasn't sure what to believe anymore. Did he truly mean that? I highly doubt he'd lie about that...right?
"Bien." ( fine ) I mumble, and I find him grabbing my arm forcefully as we abruptly turn around. Being forced along, he yanks us back into our room as we get to the bedroom. Slamming me against the wall as he looked pissed off.
Seeing his pissed off expression told me he was probably going to talk angrily in French. Because when he's angry he speaks French.
"Je n'apprécie pas que vous dégradiez la personne que j'aime le plus, et c'est vous." ( I don't appreciate you degrading the person I love the most, and that's you. ) He growled, and I chuckle as he glared at me."Que dois-je faire pour l'insérer dans votre esprit-." ( What must I do to insert it in your mind-. )
"Rien." ( nothing ) I snap, and he pulls back as he walks away. Watching as he sat on the bed and leaned against the pillows. Closing his eyes, he patted his legs as I just looked.
"In ten seconds, I better feel your body on my lap. Do not want your husband to boil to death of anger."
"Isn't adding me to the mix just gonna make you burn to death instantaneously?"
"Not sure. We can only guess. Maybe you're the fire that burns me, but if I get to have you in my arms and with me, so be it. Let me burn."
I feel tears in my eyes once again as I rush to him. Laying in his arms as he hugs me. The two of us hugging tightly, my mind set as I laid in his arms.
"Umm...William?"
"Hmm?" I hum, and that's when I feel something poke my thigh. Snickering, I look down as I see a clear erection right in front of me." Where's this from?"
"I got turned on when we were arguing...I sorry..." He mumbled in embarrassment, making me chuckle.
"That makes two of us." I whisper, and he frowns as I find myself rising off him as I get on my knees. Pulling my pants down mid thigh as he saw that I was hard too.
"Interesting. It is like our penis's are in-sync."
"For sure." I tease, and that's when he grips the edge of my briefs. Pulling them down so that my dick stood still in his face.
He leaned towards me as I felt his finger enter my hole as he shoved me flat onto the bed. Pushing my legs back as he pulled his finger out and stared.
"I not know if it just me, but your hole bigger." He fumbled, letting me know he was nervous. Whenever he gets nervous or feels bad I began to see him fall back into his cute, broken English.
"Wonder why! We've been fucking like bunnies! But, nothing to feel bad about."
"Oh? I never say I felt bad." He teased, making me blush as his dick aligned with my hole." Are you ready?"
I look at him as he smirks, and I dig my fingers into his back as I smirk as well.
"As ready as I'll ever be."