Carnage: Book #1 The Story Of Us (Volume 1)(180)

Later that afternoon as I lay in the shade reading a book. Sean’s mobile rings, he’s lying on a lounger next to me but he’s in the full glare of the sun, which finally broke through the clouds a couple of hours ago. We have only been taking calls from our family since we’ve been here and Sean mouths, “Len,” to me as he answers with, “Alright mate, what’s up?”

The smile almost instantly vanishes from his face. “What?” He stands and takes my hand, pulling me up and with him as he walks inside. “For f*ck’s sake, yeah, that was this morning.”

His eyes look over me; I’m wearing bikini bottoms and nothing else. “Can we threaten them with anything?” He rakes his hand through his hair as I watch and assume this is another press related issue. “Yeah, yeah, I understand.” He walks over to the patio doors and pulls them shut and closes the blinds. “Well if they know we’re here, we might as well come home.” He looks back at me again. “No, we can be ready in a coupla hours, see what you can do and let me know.” I don’t wait to hear the rest, I head to our bedroom and start packing, we didn’t bring much, we already have a supply of clothes and our favourite toiletries here left over from previous visits. As I throw stuff into my Louis Vuitton luggage I can feel Sean’s eyes on me, he wraps his arms around me from behind and kisses my neck, just below my ear, sending goose pimples down my body.

“Will you always do that when I kiss you there dya think?” I turn my head and smile at him.

“As long as my heart is beating, I will react to you.” He grinds his hips into my arse.

“You’ve made me hard,” he says into my ear and my nipples feel like they are going to explode.

“And you’ve made me wet, but stop avoiding the issue, what’s wrong, why are we going?”

He sighs and pulls me down into his lap as he sits on the bed. “Someone took photos of us on the beach this morning”

“What, how, that beach was deserted?”

“I don’t know, those lenses they use can zoom in from miles away, they could’ve been anywhere.” Well if one photographer has taken shots of us, that means there will be plenty more turning up trying to get the same thing. I’m glad we’re going home.

“Oh well, it’s been a nice unexpected break and at least they didn’t get pictures of us fighting this time.” I smile and kiss his nose as I speak.

“No, they got pictures of me sucking your tits and kissing your belly instead.”

“Oh, f*ck.”

“Yeah, oh f*ck, Len said you can’t see your tits in the pictures but that’s not the point and now the pregnancy stories are doing the rounds because of me kissing your belly.” I smile at him.

“Well at least they know you love me and not Marley now.” He laughs and raises his eyebrows.

“Yeah, I s’pose.” He’s quiet for a few seconds as he traces random patterns over my bare back.

“I’m sorry G, its f*cking ridiculous. Why can’t they f*ck off and pick on someone else? Why can’t the Beckhams be a bit more interesting so they leave us alone?”

“Don’t say that, I wouldn’t wish this shit on anyone.”

“I’m getting worried now, how will they be when the baby comes, I feel like going back to Australia, leaving all of this bollocks behind, I’m over it G, I’m really f*cking over it.”

“Sean, it will be someone else’s turn in a couple of weeks, I know they are being a pain in the arse right now, but you can’t let them make you walk away from everything. You can’t give up your music or the band; you would hate it and eventually hate me and our baby for being the cause.”