Chapter 37：GRAYSEN: I'm Losing My Mind

When I'm already a few feet away from Diana, a girl about her age suddenly appears of nowhere and starts chatting with her. They exchange service of putting lotion to each other's back. I clench my fists and take a swift turn to get a cold juice from the bar. Shit! Why are my hands shaking like crazy?

I sigh and continue watching Diana sun bathing with her seductive white two-piece swimsuit, making me drool both with my mouth and dick. I've never seen her wearing so revealing before. Not that I never imagined her naked while I play with myself. It's been so hard all these years living with only my hands to keep me company.

I continue following Diana in the ship for days and wasting precious time and yet haven't gotten the courage to approach. I'm like a dog in heat, getting anxious and jealous to everybody looking at her and getting acquainted with her so easily. She's talkative if she likes the person. If only she'll also likes me once I finally introduce myself to her.

I blink from my daze as I play with the label of my beer, picking up my head to steal another glance at Diana and frown when she's not at the bar anymore. My phone suddenly buzzes and I grit my teeth already knowing who it is. I don't want to pick up the call but I know he just won't stop.

I get up into the upper deck to answer the agitated old man. "Dad."

"Graysen, how the hell will you give me grandchildren if you keep burying your tail between your thighs!"

"I'm doing my best, dad! Quit pressuring me already!" I growl and step near the railing.

"Just go and approach her for Christ sake! You only have to say hi and just see where it leads. Do you want me to teach you everything? You're damn thirty years old, not three! If you have to kiss her right away, then do it!"

"I get it. I know! Stop calling me already. I'll work on it!" I quickly end the call.

Christ! The more he pressures me, the worse I feel and the more insecure I get. I pocketed my phone and turn around to go find Diana. Ah shit! Diana! Why is she bending over the railing? She'll fall off if she continues like that. Does she want to swim into the ocean and get eaten by sharks? Has she gone crazy?

"Just what the fuck do you think youre doing?" I scream while running towards her, snatching her away from the railing and holding her tight.

Oh, my God! I'm going to die. My heart just won't calm down. This woman. She's going to kill me so early. Before I can recover from both shock and fear, Diana suddenly throws up into my expensive suit, slacks and ruin my precious Testoni shoes!

"Fuck!" I howl miserably not because of my clothes but at the poor face of my wife.

I didn't notice she's so drunk already. I've been watching her taking shot after shot of brandy like she wanted to drown herself with it. Why didn't I step in and stop her from ruining her liver? I quickly pick her up and carry her inside and into my own cabin while barking nonsensical words at her.

Diana, sweetheart. Just what are you doing to me? Please stop worrying me so much. I want to live longer and make a family with you. I still have so many plans for both of us.

Once I close the door shut, I place my wife in my bed but she suddenly sits up and looks around. "Where are we?"

"In a cabin obviously." I answer with a frown.

Is she really that drunk to not recognize what a cabin looks like? She seems not to like my answer though because her expression changes into a scowl. Did she think I'm going to r*pe her? She slides out of the bed and glares up at me.

"You don't have to care if you really don't feel like doing this shit. I'm going back to my own cabin!"

"Stay!" I bark, unable to take it anymore.

The vomit! Jesus! The vomit makes me nauseous that I also want to throw up, too. I sprint into the bathroom and shed my clothes off of my body before turning the shower on. I have to make it quick so I can attend to my princess that's really sick.

I pick up the soap just as the door burst open. I jerk my head around and look at the person standing at the doorway. Mother of God! Why is my wife naked in front of me? Just earlier, I was hoping that she'll like me once I get to approach her. But this... This is beyond my imagination. I'm losing my mind!