spend two weeks on Tenerife for their honeymoon. After a year of planning and a huge reception with almost a hundred guests, they’d deserved some time off.
At least, that’s what they’d been telling everyone.
In reality, behind the scenes, their relationship hadn’t survived the strain of organizing the wedding.
Once they found themselves alone, with no meetings to go to, no decisions to be made for the wedding, no family or friends to run interference, they’d been at each other’s throats.
Not literally—at first.
They argued in their room, to the point where the couple in the next room asked to be moved to a different part of the hotel.
They argued during breakfast, making the hotel staff come over and politely ask them to keep it down so as not to bother the other guests.
They argued when picking up their rental car, ending up with an upgrade because the desk clerk couldn’t stand to have them wait with him for the thirty minutes needed to get their chosen car ready.
And they argued on the beach.
This time, they were all alone and didn’t have to worry about bothering other people.
Or what other people might think.
When Audrey entered the water to go for a swim, Bruno came up behind her and pulled the string of her bikini top.
Even though there was nobody around, Audrey wasn’t the type of woman who appreciated having her breasts exposed, so the yelling increased a notch.
Bruno accused her of not having a sense of humor and that as her husband, he should be allowed to see her bare breasts at least once during their honeymoon. He threw himself in the water and swam away from the beach.
Needless to say, Audrey didn’t appreciate the insult, and took off after her husband.
She caught up just before Bruno reached a rickety floating dock that had been set out for tourists to jump from. Launched herself at his head and shoved him under water.
A long and tiring fight ensued, where neither managed to get the upper hand because they both needed to come up for air from time to time.
Audrey hadn’t bothered to put her bikini top back on. She’d just shoved it into her bikini bottom, to put back on once she’d taught her husband a lesson.
During one of their breaks, she realized she should be putting it to better use.
She prepared a knot and the next time they fought under water, she let him get the upper hand and swam down to tie one end around Bruno’s foot.
“What the hell did you do?” Bruno yelled as they both caught their breaths.
“You’re such a wuss,” Audrey countered. “Can’t even take some seaweed around your ankle. Seriously, what did I ever see in you?”
Bruno attacked again.
Audrey let herself drift below him again.
She caught the end of her bikini in one hand and the chain anchoring the dock with the other.
Tied them together.
She went back to the surface for air.
Bruno didn’t.
While she was still grinning in victory, a hand grabbed hold of Audrey’s ankle.
Pulled her down.
Realizing the bind he was in, Bruno’s anger doubled.
Vowed he wouldn’t go out alone.
No way was she getting away with this.
He pulled her down and pinned her to his side while he tried to pull his foot free.
Bruno was a big guy. Strong.
He tightened his hold around his wife’s torso. So even though he’d been under water for a longer time, Audrey lost consciousness first.