Author's Note:

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(FYI: All characters belong to their respective owner, Rick Riordan)

(Cover art by: Viria - check out her amazing artwork on tumblr)

So for all the fans of TBBS. I really appreciate you guys reading my story. . . and so I hope I can deliver it once again in as we join The Bad Boy & The Socialite - now Mr. & Mrs. Jackson - in this heart-stopping sequel to their beautiful, hilarious, adventurous, action-packed love story!

I present to you The Bad Boy and the Socialite 2: Hunted Honeymoon!

The Morning After

Percy opened his eyes slowly. Smiling, he looked tenderly at Annabeth who was snuggled in his arms, sleeping soundly. They're in the bedroom, after having spent a night of passionate lovemaking.

Their wedding yesterday was nothing short of magical. All their families, loved ones, relatives and friends were there to celebrate their union, sharing succulent food, and dancing and laughing and telling stories. When all the guests have gone at almost midnight, they drove back to the mansion so they can get ready for their flight to Japan.

The mansion was empty when they arrived. They had the place all to themselves. The servants have been given their day off, although it took a little bit more effort in shooing Mr. D away, threatening to fire him if he does not leave the mansion temporarily.

Percy carried his bride lovingly in his arms and walked up the long, winding staircase leading to the bedroom. They sat at the bed first, sharing stories about the guests, meeting new relatives and acquaintances, appreciating the food, laughing at a few wedding blunders. . . until they ran out of things to say.

He then took her hands to his, just holding them. Cupping them on his own cheeks, he whispered, "I love you," then kissed her palms, one after the other, his eyes never leaving hers. It was a gesture that never failed to tug at Annabeth's heart.

Lowering his face to her, he was about to kiss her when she blurted out, "May I go to the bathroom first?"

He frowned. "Huh? Why? You can take off your wedding gown here. I'll help you, " Percy smiled naughtily.

"Well, bathrooms are used for peeing too, you know." Annabeth replied, giving him a reprimanding look.

"Oh. Okay. I just thought you were nervous, that's all."

"Me, nervous? Pssh! Why would I be nervous?" she answered him, before literally scampering off to the bathroom, with her wedding gown trail in tow.

Percy's eyes followed her as she went in the bathroom and heard her lock the door. He started to take his tuxedo off, laying them neatly on the couch nearby. Afterwards, he sat on the bed wearing his black boxers and waited for Annabeth to come out of the bathroom.

Ten minutes passed.

He started to frown, worrying if she's okay. Going to the bathroom door, he knocked at it softly.

"Babe, everything all right in there?"

Annabeth's muffled voice answered him from inside. "Yes, yes. I'm done peeing. I'm just. . . taking off the gown, there's a lot of layers in it."

"Okay. Do you need help in there? Because I'm very good at taking off. . . clothes," grinning as he asked this.

"No, no, no. It's fine, I'm almost done. There!"

"Ow-kay. Come out here already."

"Sure," giggling haltingly. "Just a minute!"

Then another five minutes passed.

Percy knocked again. "Annabeth? Are you okay?"

"Yes, yes."

"Then open this door and come out already. Please."

From inside, he heard her sigh heavily. Then the door slowly opened. But not quite.

Annabeth peeked out from the very slightly opened door, with only half of her face showing. In a small voice, she asked Percy, "Can you turn off the lights?"

"Why ever for?"

"I. . . I can't sleep with the lights on."

Raising his brows, he said, "Baby, we're not sleeping. . . yet."

"Oh please! Please, please, please just turn the lights off!" she pleaded desperately, closing the bathroom door.

Humoring her, Percy walked to the switch and turned the lights off. The room was instantly enveloped by darkness, lit only by the soft light coming from the lampshades on the bedside tables. Then, groping his way back, he knocked again at the bathroom door.

"The room is dark now, I won't be able to see you naked. Come out, come out, wherever you are," he teased her.

"In a moment," she replied in a high-pitched voice.

Three minutes went by. He could hear her footsteps walking back and forth inside the bathroom.

Letting out a deep breath, Percy said to the closed door, "Annabeth, I know you're having the jitters, and I totally understand. Come on out from there, please, and let's talk about it."

"Just a minute!"

Getting frustrated and angry, Percy now spoke in an ominously dangerous voice.

"Annabeth Chase Jackson! If you don't come out this instant, I'm going to break this door open and give you a spanking so hard you won't be able to sit down for a whole day!"

That did it. She opened the door. Percy quickly grabbed her by the arm and led her slowly to sit on the bed. She had already changed to her night gown.

"You're shaking like a leaf. Love, what's the matter? Please tell me." He was truly worried.

Annabeth sighed, her face troubled. "It's. . . just that. . . that. . . I've read stories about, you know, some. . . doing it with hands tied to the bed, and. . . and whips. . . and chains. . .and. . ."

Percy looked at her incredulously for a moment, before breaking out in loud, hilarious laughter, dropping to the floor, holding his stomach.

Annabeth pursed her lips. "I'm glad you're finding my dilemma funny."

Trying to hold back his laughter, he sat back down beside her and put his arm on her shoulders. "It's just that. . . I almost forgot I married a girl with the. . . ha-ha! . . . wildest imagination, accusing me of rape the first time we met, and now this. Ha-ha-ha! Thank you for reminding me!"

"Hardy har har. You're welcome," she said, smirking at him as he continued laughing, until it died down to chortles.

Turning serious, Percy lifted her face to his, speaking to her in a tender voice, "You have nothing to be afraid of, babe. I'm not into those things. I love you and I respect you too much to do that to you. And I will be gentle, I promise."

She smiled apologetically, ashamed that she thought of him like that. Holding out her pinkie finger, she asked him, "Pinkie swear?" He hooked his finger with hers, saying sincerely, "Pinkie swear."

Then he jokingly said, "Now, where is that... rope... I prepared?"

Both of them laughing, she slapped him playfully but he caught her hand, kissing her long and deep and ardent.

And he kept his promise. He was gentle with her, caressing her slowly, unhurriedly, expressing his immense love for her in ways she had never imagined, and taking her to elevated pinnacles of deliriously ecstatic rhapsody over and over and over again.

...

"I saw that."

Interrupted from his thoughts, he found her already wide awake, her tousled, blonde hair mapped on the pillow, her face all at once sultry and serious, making her more beautiful than ever.

"You saw what?" he asked, turning his face and body sideways to her, his right arm encircling her bare waist under the blanket, as he looked down on her, grinning like a Cheshire cat.

"You were smiling smugly."

"I was just thinking how hard you whiplashed on me last night."

She slapped his exposed chest. "You're such a jerk! Are you going to tease me with that forever?"

"You betcha! And there's nothing you can do about it," laughing, he caught her hand that was about to hit him again, and kissed her palm lovingly.

"Now that you're awake, can we have breakfast? I'm starving," he asked.

Annabeth sighed heavily, rolling her eyes. "So that's the way it is, huh?"

"What?" Looking at her forlorn face, he continued, "Oh no. . . not again. What stories have you heard this time?"

"For your information, it's not a story. Your mother told me to prepare myself for this, when you'd order me around to make you breakfast or something, telling me to do this or do that, basically be at your beck and call. It's happening."

Smiling, he told her, "First of all, my mother is also your mother now. Secondly, I don't think I'd want you to be at my beck and call because you're too stubborn and we'll just fight and argue."

Then, grinning mischievously, he said in a provocative voice, "And lastly, I was thinking of a different kind of. . . breakfast," as he pulled the blanket over their heads.

...

It was late afternoon when they came out of the bedroom, going to the kitchen to eat. They saw the food prepared by the household staff laid out on the table and they hungrily devoured it, taking turns in feeding each other with a spoon in between kissing.

Later, when they were having coffee, Percy asked, "Annabeth, is it really okay with you to go to Japan first?"

"Yes, Percy. I want to meet your business partners. It's a really big project you got there for the company."

"Yes, I'm thankful I got this offer to install our solar panels in one of Japan's biggest malls. After contract signing, we can go to Paris, just as you wanted. After all, the project will start late this year, and Grover and Leo will be the ones to personally supervise it there in Japan."

"You know you don't have to work, love. We have more than enough."

"It's always been a worthy cause for me, this solar power system. You know, to help in preventing global warming. And besides," he looked hurt as he joked, "I don't want to be your paid lover."

"Never. You will never be like that to me."

"I know. Because all your money's not enough to pay for my services."

She pinched him on his sides, laughing and blushing at the same time, remembering what they shared. "Stop it!"

Joining her in laughter, he said, "I mean, pay for my love for you! That's what I meant!" kissing her playfully on her nose. Then he said soberly, "Let's clean up and get back to bed."

The next day, they were already running late for their 10:00 am flight to Japan, arriving at the airport just one hour before. Waking up late, they barely had time to eat breakfast before they hurriedly drove to their destination. They fell in queue at the check-in counter, with Annabeth checking all their baggage and suitcases, and finding them complete, while Percy showed their passports and plane tickets to the airline officer to grant them their boarding passes.

Annabeth was about to walk back to her husband when she felt a sharp object press against her waist. A husky, menacing voice spoke closely to her ear.

"Don't scream, or you'll die."

Author's Note:

Aaaannnddd that's the first chapter. I'll post another one later today so stay tuned. As always, I am open to any comments and suggestions.

Thanks for reading! Be sure to check my other Percabeth stories Miss Fortune and The Bad Boy and the Socialite (the prequel to this).