A/N: This is a sub story of my original Pleasantview Fanfiction. My original one will be on hold until this one is finished.

This details Dina and Mortimer's Honeymoon, taking place in between Chapters 20 and 21. Please Review! :)

The sun had started to set over Twikki Island as the helicopter arrived on the hotel's helipad, the palm trees swaying at the rotary blades downward force. Mortimer Goth helped his new bride out of the vehicle before whisking her to the front desk, where the clerk jumped at the sight of Mortimer and Dina, his eyes moving to the flat screen TV next to him, which had the live report of the wedding with Spanish subtitles. "Señor Goth!" He stammered, which Mortimer was used to at this point. "Yes. I'm here about the villa I reserved." He said calmly. "Sí, sí, the villa." He turned around to the shelving and looked among the racks until he found it, quietly praying to Santa Maria that this ordeal wouldn't cost him his job. "Gracias, Gracias," He held out the key in a shaking hand as Mortimer took it lightly and handed him a fifty simoleon bill. "Morty, that was a fifty." Dina said concerned. "Don't worry Dina, I have plenty more than just that." He strolled down the lush cobblestone road, observing the glowing jungle foliage, the blooming flowers, and the pleasant sea breeze. Twikki Island had long been highly regarded as the best vacation spot around, with over sixteen hotels in the downtown area alone. It promoted five-star dining, illustrious shops, and a world class school of fire dancing. But Mortimer didn't care where he was, as long as Dina was there with him. Dina on the other hand, felt like spending some time away from Mortimer and even more so, his bothersome children. She felt a long vacation could convince her to be faithful to her new husband, especially after that night with Don. It bothered her, after all, she didn't want to be with Don. It was just that something inside of her tore her insides until she couldn't handle it anymore. Those urges had never seemed to irritate Dina until a certain point. The only problem was, she didn't know when it would happen, and therefore couldn't control it. As the couple walked down the road, she saw ten Spanish-Italian like apartments, each exactly alike in nearly every way. The few differences seemed far and in between, with five facing the ocean, five facing the jungle, and the road ending at the pool and spa, hidden by the sunken steps Dina guessed led to the tavern. Mortimer turned to the first one, obviously marked with a curved metal '1', and he gently pulled her towards the elegant front doors. "Mortimer, this is amazing!" She exclaimed as her wedding gown draped behind her, the moss between the cobblestones brushing the white silk in a delicate manner. "We're not even inside yet!" He laughed as they walked onto the veranda. pushing the key into the lock, with a quick turn the door opened, and the smell of a fresh hotel room mashed with the salty sea air greeted them. The light wood floor practically shined in the rising moonlight as the darkness set in over the ocean, the stars beginning to show themselves after the humid day came to a close. Elegant beach furniture made up the living room, a white sofa and armchair that matched Dina's wedding gown sat empty by a dark television set, a synthetic fur rug connecting the two like Mortimer and Dina. Walking towards the back doors, Dina pushed them open to find a pool fit for a goddess, it's dancing blue waters reflecting on the deck. At this point, the deck she had back with her sister seemed like a rickety raft floating in the ocean compared to this! Turning back to her Husband, she jumped in his arms and kissed his neck. Mortimer struggled for a moment, but the weakness quickly subsided as the thought of making his wife happy eluded any problems. They ignored the small kitchenette, seeing as most of their meals would be delivered from the cafe. Mortimer carried his bride up the stairs to the Master Suite, setting her down on the king-sized bed, as he stripped off his jacket. Motioning for Dina to get ready for the wedding night. "I'm going to be right back." He said walking down the stairs to the phone. Dina sighed and happily contemplated that in a matter of months, she had seduced the seventh richest man in the Sim world. Getting up and stripping out of her gown, changing into one of the seventeen lingerie outfits delivered from Goth manner for the month. Dina was amazed that seventeen outfits could easily fit it a wardrobe the size of a seven year old child. "Not like there's much fabric anyway." She mused, slipping into a black silk bra and panties that came with a matching cloak titled: 'The Harem.' The outfit didn't leave much to the imagination, and that was how she liked it. Looking in the mirror, she sighed sadly, hoping she could trust herself to remain faithful. "Really, you could do it with Michael. What difference is it now?" She asked her reflection, but in the back of her mind, she knew the answer. And it was Don. That thought made her sick. To think she could be falling for the neighborhood casanova! Meanwhile, Mortimer talked into the receiver downstairs, and what he heard made him weak at the knees. "He's been restless Dad." Cassandra's voice buzzed over the phone. But through the bad reception, Mortimer could tell she was exhausted. Alexander had been acting strange the past few months, and Mortimer figured it was just the hormones talking, after all, like Dina had said, he was practically grown up. "I'm sure it's just puberty." Mortimer sighed into the phone. "Trust me, it's not that." Cassandra answered. "He's sure he saw Mom, and I don't know if I believe him or not." She continued. Mortimer groaned angrily. "He couldn't have! She's gone, I'm sure of that." He said throwing his hand out in front of him. "Well either way, I'll keep an eye on him until the Dean comes by on Thursday." She finished. "Can I please talk to him?" Mortimer asked sincerely. "Sure." Cassandra said before covering up the reciever with her hand and called for Alex. "This is Alex, Dad." He said depressed. "Now Alex, I know that this has been a hard year for you, and I'm sorry for what I said. I miss Bella, we all do. But I'm with Dina, and you have a stepmother now. Please, try to smile?" Mortimer tried the old tactic, even though he couldn't see Alexander, he could tell he wasn't smiling. "Son, I understand." He said in a heartfelt tone, but for Alex, those words added salt to a wound that had yet to heal. "No you don't!" He yelled in a raised voice before the phone clicked, signaling that his son had hung up on him. Groaning again, he set the phone back in it's holder and walked upstairs to find Dina in bed, eyeing the man hungrily. They consummated the wedding night soon after as the night wore on in Twikki Island...