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*A/N: Helloooo my lovelies! Today I realized that I have not thanked you enough for all the support and love that you have given me. I cannot thank you enough for all the good things that you have told me and it's because of you guys that I am still writing. I do not claim to be an expert author but I do know that I work hard to write these chapters for you guys and had it not been for the unconditional support and love, I would have probably not reached where I am today.

I am blessed to have so many people who like what I write and I would especially like to thank one guest who unfortunately did not write a name. I was close to postponing this chapter for I don't know when but this one review boosted me to write today. It made me realize that no matter what people may say, I have you guys who love what I write and I will continue writing just for you.

Because of that I am posting this chapter early; as my thank you gift to all of you people. I received a lot of prompts from you and even if I cannot write on all of them, I have noted them down. There is one particular scene (I will insert an A/N there) that I had already planned but which a Guest suggested. Shout out to the guest- I hope that you recognize yourself. Thanks for the prompt!

Oh btw! So many of you guys asked whether Oliver cheated on Felicity with Nyssa. No he did not cheat nor will he. So rest assured! Oliver is faithful to her ;)

Without further ado, I present to you Chapter 10. Enjoy it my loves!

Much love,

Pixi*

Chapter 10- Payback is a biatch

Felicity rolled on the bed to grab Oliver's phone from his bedside table when it pinged. A text message from Nyssa.

"Bitch!" Felicity murmured under her breath. She looked at the closed bathroom door and bit her lip.

"Fuck this!"

-How does catching some sun on the yacht sound?

Felicity always took pride in the fact that she was not a violent person but in this case, she almost threw Oliver's phone across the room. Anger like no other engulfed her. She glared at the offending object and quickly marked the message as unread as she heard the shower turn off. She quickly replaced the phone on the night stand and grabbed her ipad.

Two seconds later, the bathroom door opened and Oliver strolled in with a towel wrapped around his hips.

Blast him for being so hot!

Felicity looked at him from the corner of her eyes. Droplets of water clung to his broad shoulders and his wide chest. He walked- more like stalked to his side of the bed when his phone pinged again. Felicity pretended to be engrossed on her Ipad as Oliver replied to his messages. Once done, he put it down, grabbed a t shirt and some shorts before going to the bathroom.

As soon as the bathroom door clicked shut, Felicity was on his phone.

-Sounds promising habibi.

What the hell was habibi? Felicity put his phone down and googled the word.

It meant sweetheart in Arabic. The asshole was calling her sweetheart in another language.

Felicity slammed her Ipad down and pushed the covers down harshly. Like hell he was going on the yacht with that viper. She pulled on his t shirt and slid open the glass door. The morning sun felt divine but Felicity was in too much of a turmoil to realize that. She paced the deck, trying to think of a way to stop Oliver from going.

She stopped pacing abruptly when an idea formed itself in her mind. She grinned evilly before rushing inside to grab the complimentary phone. At that same moment, Oliver came out from the bathroom and Felicity slammed the phone down.

He raised an eyebrow but did not say anything. He grabbed his laptop and went to the deck. Keeping an eye on him, she dialed reception.

She was going to give him a taste of his own medicine.

A few minutes later, feeling proud of herself, Felicity rushed to the bathroom to get ready for breakfast. Feeling excited, she took a quick shower, moisturized, spritzed on some perfume, applied some mascara and lip gloss and she was good to go. She grabbed a short white sleeveless sundress with huge red flower prints. She left her hair loose on her shoulders and bumped into Oliver as she exited the bathroom.

Now Felicity was not tall but by no means was she light. However she often felt like Oliver was a Neanderthal with his big body. She almost slammed into the wall next to the door but Oliver's reflexes were on point- his hands shot out to grab her arms before she could hurt herself.

"Are those glasses for only show-off?" Oliver pulled her glasses off her face and peered curiously at them.

Felicity gasped before snatching them out of his hands. She glared at him and pushed her glasses on the bridge of her nose. His hands landed on her hips; he pulled her close to his body.

Felicity wrenched herself from his arms and stomped to the dresser. She roughly pulled her brush through her hair as she glared at him in the mirror.

"We are having breakfast with Ra's. Let's go." Oliver ordered. Felicity scoffed and continued pulling the brush through her curls.

"I will come down when I am done. You can go if you are so desperate to see your sweetheart!"

"Excuse me?"

"Nothing! You don't have to wait for me. Just go alright?"

"May I know what your problem is?"

Felicity slammed the brush on the dresser. She grabbed her lotion and started lathering her arms and legs.

"I don't have any problem. I don't want to talk to you. Just go?"

"May I know what I did?" Oliver crossed his huge arms over his chest, widening his stance.

"Men!" Felicity whispered under her breath. "Just go away. I don't want to have breakfast with you!"

She moved to the telephone and dialed reception to call for breakfast. Oliver wrenched the receiver from her.

"Let go of me you Neanderthal!" she screamed when Oliver picked her up and threw her over his shoulder. He slapped her ass when she wiggled like a little worm to get loose. Oliver threw her on the bed.

Felicity bounced before quickly sitting up.

"What is wrong with you?" She glared at him while he smirked. His eyes were focused on something else. She followed his gaze and saw his eyes focused on her exposed thighs. She pulled her dress back down while crawling to get out of the bed.

"We are having breakfast with Ra's so get your ass moving. If you don't want, we can have breakfast in bed?" He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. Felicity was half considering his offer but then she snapped.

"Get your dirty paws off me you savage. You know, when I saw you talking on television, it seemed like you are this polite and snobbish proper man but underneath that façade, you are just a savage."

Felicity got up and smoothed her dress. "Fine I'll go to breakfast with you but then I have plans."

"As if I care what you do. Don't worry, I won't bother you. I have plans with Nyssa." Instead of bristling and glaring at him like he expected, Felicity smirked.

"Good morning love birds. Had a late night?" Ra's grinned as he teased them. Felicity blushed as she sat down. She was relieved to see that Nyssa was not present.

"Good morning. It's so rare that we get to sleep in."

"Ni sa yadra. Tea or coffee?" A waiter wearing a floral shirt appeared next to her.

"Good morning. Coffee please." Felicity got up with Talia to go to the buffet. She selected a variety of local fruits and her favorite pancakes with chocolate sauce. Spotting the only remaining croissant, Felicity quickly grabbed it. Oliver took great care of his body but if there was one thing that he indulged in, it was French pastry.

She made her way back to the table where Ra's was quietly talking to Oliver. Oliver had ordered an omelet with tomatoes and spinach as well as oatmeal with red fruits. Felicity had once tasted the omelet; she had nearly puked her guts out.

She placed the croissant on his plate while Oliver automatically refilled her coffee. He did so, not missing a beat in the conversation. Felicity grabbed her napkin and wiped down Oliver's fork- he was that OCD.

Ra's and Talia looked in amazement at each other. It was like watching a choreographed dance; they were that in tune. Except that they did not even realize that they were working in harmony. Talia lifted her cup to hide her smile while Ra's openly grinned.

Felicity dug into her pancakes with relish.

"Didn't I hear you telling Laurel that you were starting to diet?" Oliver teased. She showed him the finger without stopping chewing.

"Good morning. God it's hot!" Nyssa dropped into the chair on the other side of Oliver. She was wearing jogging shorts and a sports bra which by the look of it showed that she had worked out well. Felicity eyes dropped on Nyssa's toned stomach. She looked down at her stomach and glared at the offending body part. Discretely sucking in her stomach, she dropped her fork on her plate, no longer hungry.

Nyssa ordered an omelet of only egg whites with tomatoes and green tea. Felicity looked down at her own plate of pancakes which were soaked in chocolate and her a cheesy omelet on the side.

"God morning ha- Nyssa. I thought that we were going to run together but I slept in." Oliver handed Nyssa a water bottle.

"It's okay. We can do laps later while on the yacht."

"You are taking the yacht?" Ra's put his hand out to grab a scone from the plate. Talia gently slapped his hand away, glaring warningly at him. He looked sheepishly at her before leaning to kiss her cheek.

"So Felicity I heard the news' version of how you guys met. Why don't you tell me how you met?" Talia asked.

"He threw coffee on me," Felicity replied, deadpan. She turned to glare at Oliver.

"I did not! It wouldn't have happened if you were looking at where you were going in the first place."

Felicity gasped.

"I wasn't looking? You think like you own the whole freaking universe Mr Oliver Asshole Queen? You ruined my new blouse. And it was stark white!" Felicity said the last part while stabbing her fork on the table to emphasize her point.

"You ruined my $3000 suit!"

"You own a hundred of them. I had only one of them. And you know what Talia? It was limited edition and couture," she pouted.

Talia gasped. "You ruined a couture blouse?"

"Exactly!" Felicity gloated as she smirked at Oliver.

"You do realize that I could buy you the whole factory?"

"There's no need for that! Keep your money!" Talia looked at Ra's and grinned. She then composed herself before asking.

"There was this rumor that you got married quickly because Felicity was pregnant. Is it true?"

"No! God no! I was not pregnant and neither am I right now. Well I don't think that I am but I don't know since I did not take a test yet and by yet I mean I have not thought about it and I'm going to shut up right now." Felicity made a zipping motion on her lips with her hands.

"Mahboob is not father material. He is not interested in having children. Pesky little beings," Nyssa put in while making circles on the rim of her glass.

"Oliver is the one impatient to have kids. Trust me, he has been working very hard to make it happen. Day and night and sometimes even during the day," Felicity snapped back.

Ra's threw his head back and laughed out loud.

"He has been working very hard to make it happen? Poor child! No wonder you guys slept in." It then clicked in Felicity's mind what she had said. Heat burst in her cheeks as realization settled.

Oliver smirked at her while drinking his coffee. Talia, bless her, decided to change the subject.

"So have you been able to book a massage for us for later on?"

"Yes Talia. I only had to give my name before they decided that they could squeeze us in. I reserved the whole package."

"I hope that you have booked a woman to massage my pretty wife Felicity." Felicity smiled at Ra's obvious possessiveness concerning his wife. Ra's was a sweet man but under that sweetness, Felicity could see a cold darkness. She saw the same thing in Oliver's eyes.

Even now Felicity knew that Ra's was teasing her but she could hear the seriousness in the under tone.

"Don't worry Ra's. I have booked a woman for your very beautiful wife." Ra's visibly relaxed.

"I asked them to book their most gorgeous masseur for me. You don't mind, do you sweetheart since you are spending the day with Nyssa." Oliver froze, his cup half way to his mouth. He calmly put down his cup; the table was now silent.

"Oliver and I are pretty open. He doesn't mind, right darling?"

Oliver looked like he had carved from marble. He had absolutely no expression on his face until he snarled.

"Like hell you are getting a massage from a man!"

Felicity: 1

Oliver paced the length of their bedroom. He was probably burning the soles of his shoes but he couldn't care less.

No asshole was putting his hand on his Felicity.

Felicity had accompanied Talia to one of the local shops. When he had told her that they needed to talk, she had calmly but firmly told him that she had a busy day and it would have to wait.

No woman had ever made him feel the way that he did. She was twisting him around her little finger and he was not able to do anything about it. When he came back from "boarding school", he had gone to a shrink and he had told him that due to his past, he had trouble expressing himself as well as trusting other people.

Surprisingly enough, he did trust Felicity. He just did not trust that "masseur." He knew some things about broken trust. To some people, it could cause depression but in his case, it could have cost him his life.

Oliver stopped in front of the glass doors and gazed down at the gorgeous ocean. He closed his eyes and the flashback started.

"Do you think that we will be safe here?" Oliver placed the branches firmly at the entrance of the cave and turned to face his friend- his only friend Slade Wilson. Slade was Australian; they had met at the trainee center when they had been seventeen. By that time Oliver was no longer the carefree spoilt heir of a billion dollar empire; he was a killing machine.

It was during one of their training that Oliver met Slade. Slade was amazing at swordsmanship while Oliver was top at shooting arrows. At the training center, the younger trainees were paired with an older trainee and this was how Oliver had met Slade. They both shared the same intense and dark personality. Oliver had idolized Slade and stuck to him ever since.

"Nowhere is safe anymore Slade, you know that. But this will hold us for the night. Let me have a look at your thigh." Oliver ripped Slade's cargo pants and on the count of three pulled the arrow stuck in his thigh.

Slade bit into his backpack to muffle the scream that erupted from his chest. Blood gushed out of the wound and Oliver quickly placed a rolled up shirt on it. He poured some alcohol that they had stolen from the trainers and Slade's body contorted in pain. Oliver worked quickly and efficiently. By the time that he finished, Slade was half unconscious.

Leaving him napping for some time, Oliver opened his backpack and grabbed some protein bars. They were not going to last so he would probably have to hunt tomorrow but for tonight, these will have to do. Oliver pulled out matches and gathered some dry wood. They will need all the heat possible to spend the night especially with Slade's injured leg.

"Fuck me! This leg is killing me mate. It never gets easy," Slade groaned as he ripped open the protein bar. Oliver bit into his protein bar- tasted like crap.

"These arseholes have the best of the best weapons. To be honest, there is little probability that these weapons are army; more like professional shooters. Were you able to see the guns that they had been using?"

Oliver shook his head but he had to admit that the shooters had been professional.

"It seems like some people have it out for the center. Seems like there is a mole according to Chester," Oliver commented. Chester was one of the trainers and a complete asshole.

Slade scoffed.

"That arsehole doesn't even know his mouth from his elbow."

A twig snapped and both of them froze. Oliver grabbed his bow and arrow. The branches moved; a dark figure crept in the cave.

Oliver snapped back to the present as Felicity entered their room. She placed an avalanche of shopping bags on the bed.

Time to take the tiger by the tail.

"I thought that you accompanied Talia. Did you leave anything in the shops?"

"If I want I can buy a whole shop! After all my husband is a billionaire. By the way, if you want, would you be able to buy Fiji?"

Oliver put his hands in his pockets and looked bewilderingly at his crazy wife. He tried to see whether she was mocking him but from the look of it, she seemed really curious.

"Possibly."

"Oh!" She seemed deep in thought but snapped back when her phone chirped.

"Oh Talia is here already for the massage." She removed her clothes, throwing them haphazardly across the room. She pulled on the fluffy bathrobe which had been neatly folded at the end of the bed.

"Enjoy your day Mr Queen. See you tonight, or not." She winked before turning to go out. Oliver grabbed her from behind, locking her tight in his arms.

"You wanna get a massage, you book a woman. No man is putting his hands on my wife!"

"I don't need your permission. Anyway, you are going out with Nyssa on the yacht right? Did I say anything?"

"So this is what it is about?" Oliver turned her to face him, pulling her on her tiptoes to look directly in her eyes. He moved her backwards until her back was pressed to the glass door.

"What is what about?"

"Are you jealous of Nyssa Mrs Queen?"

"Listen asshole, I couldn't care less what you think. I am not jealous, I just want to enjoy my holidays by flirting with hot local guys and spending your money."

Oliver shook her, eyes darkening as anger rushed in his system.

"I said no! You want to spend money? Go ahead, spend all of it but don't you dare let some asshole put his hands on you. You want a massage, I'll give you one!"

"So that you can use that excuse to choke me? No thank you! Now let go, Talia is waiting for me."

Felicity's eyes zoomed on the nerve ticking on Oliver's cheek and knew that the tiger was close to the surface. She couldn't however resist poking him a little bit more.

"Let go of me Mr Queen. Keep your hands to yourself, I don't want them on me!"

Oliver cracked and slammed his hand on the glass door behind Felicity's head. She flinched and automatically moved her head to the side to avoid getting hit.

"I said that you are not going. So you are not going!" Oliver shouted in her face. He turned away and angrily pushed the slightly opened glass door. The door closed on Felicity's hand and she pushed out a cry of pain. Oliver automatically turned towards her and saw her cradling her hand. He made a move to grab her hand but she flinched away.

Oliver made another move to grab her hand when there was a knock on the door.

"Felicity, are you ready?" Talia asked from outside.

"Come on Talia. I'm ready!" Felicity shouted back quickly. She darted past Oliver and was out of the door before he could even move.

*A/N: Thank you dear guest for your suggestion. Here is the scene! Enjoy*

"Carlos, your hands are amazing! Had you not been already married, I would have married you. It doesn't matter that you are gay or not!" Felicity was lying face down on the massage table as Carlos, the gorgeous masseur worked out the kinks from her back. She had been lying down for less than five minutes and she was already feeling relaxed.

Her hand throbbed and it was already turning blue. Luckily, the bathrobe was long sleeved and dwarfed her- the too long sleeves hid her hands.

Talia was in another room getting massaged as well. The heady scent of the oil and the soothing music made Felicity feel drowsy. She probably fell asleep because she jerked awake as she heard a commotion outside.

"Where is she? I want to know in which room she's in!" Felicity jerked as she heard Oliver's voice. Carlos paused as he listened.

"So God help me! If that asshole has laid a hand on my wife, I will have your resort closed!" Felicity scoffed then sobered when she realized that if he could buy the island, it would be nothing for him to close this resort.

"Mr Queen! Please relax! All of our masseurs are professionals! They would never cross their limit," came the muffled voice of another man.

"Do I look like I care? I want to know where my wife is! How long does it take to check?"

Felicity lied back down and closed her eyes.

"You may continue Carlos. Don't worry, I won't let him hurt you," she reassured him as he hesitated.

Five seconds later, Oliver burst into the room followed by several employees. Seeing her naked form, he yelled.

"Out! Everyone out!" All of them scrambled out and the door closed firmly behind her. Carlos hands hit a particularly sensitive nerve and she moaned.

"Get your hands off my wife!" Oliver said in a deathly calm voice.

"Don't stop Carlos. Ignore him, I generally do." Carlos played the game and continued massaging her back. His hands glided to her hips and she swore that she heard Oliver growl.

Carlos was the typical blond beach surfer boy; he had two adorable dimples and his muscles were well defined even if his were more for showing.

"If you don't get your hands off her in two seconds, I will break them," Oliver threatened. Carlos continued massaging her back.

When Oliver took one step towards them, Felicity lifted her head.

"You take one step! Just one more step Mr Oliver Queen, I will turn on my back. I don't have anything on as you can see," she threatened. Oliver glared at her but wisely stood still.

"Anyway, shouldn't you be with Nyssa on the yacht?" she asked, her voice muffled now that she was lying back down again.

Oliver grumbled something but she ignored him. Carlos resumed his massage and Oliver stayed there the whole time.

Half an hour later, Felicity felt revitalized and fresh. Despite Oliver's glowering presence, Felicity had been able to relax and feel at ease.

Oliver appeared at her side as she pulled herself up. He stood like a wall in front of her; hiding her naked torso from Carlos. Felicity looked over his shoulder at Carlos who winked at her. She bit back a smile and allowed Oliver to slip on her bathrobe.

She jumped down from the table and jumped on her tiptoes to hug Carlos. She barely got the hug before Oliver was pulling her away.

"Thank you Carlos! It was wonderful. I will probably come back before going back to Starling."

"I wouldn't count on it," Oliver murmured under his breath.

"Are you going to follow me everywhere?"

"Yes I am! Can't leave you alone- you are like a loose canon."

"Great! You'll be able to help me choose a nail polish." Felicity pushed open a door. Oliver followed her and found himself surrounded by tons and tons of nail polished.

"Electric coral or neon coral?" Felicity asked as she studied a variety of orange colors.

His head spun and he murmured a quick bye before hightailing from there.

God! He had faced dangerous criminals without fear but was scared shitless of a little nail polish.

Oliver was nursing a glass of vodka as he kept an eye on his wife. She was wearing a gorgeous white bikini which was conservative enough but which he did not like on her at all. His tongue had nearly rolled out of his mouth when she had removed his t shirt which has covered her bikini-clad body.

He knew that there were other assholes probably checking out his woman. She was on one of those lounge chair with Talia and they were both reading some romance shit about a billionaire called Grey. Both of them had been gushing about him when they'd come out of the spa.

He watched as Felicity pulled her glass of pińa colada from the side table and sipped on it. Her tongue unconsciously played with the straw, giving him dirty thoughts. He moved on the stool, adjusting his shorts when he felt them grow tight.

"Vodka eh?" Ra's pulled up on the stool next to him and ordered the same drink. He turned to look at what Oliver was watching and Oliver saw the way Ra's face transformed when he saw his wife.

"How did the massage go?" Oliver turned to glare at Ra's who grinned in response.

"That bad eh?"

"You don't know the half of it. If she had not threatened me, I would have broken his arms in two."

"She threatened you? How?"

"She threatened to turn on her back if I so much as touched the asshole. She was naked." Ra's burst out laughing and Oliver's scowl got darker.

"Let me tell you something Oliver. I did not marry Talia on the best of terms. We had a rough start and I thought that I could never make a woman like Talia fall for me. You see I thought that I controlled my own fate but I was wrong. Talia controlled my fate. You see, women are complicated creatures but they also understand things that we don't."

Ra's looked adoringly at his wife who was openly laughing at something that Felicity was showing her from her book.

"Women, no matter how independent they are, if they feel that their marriage is in danger, they will do anything to protect it. Talia once told me that when a woman feels like something is threatening her marriage, everything becomes fair. Talia almost left me a long time ago when I was not there for her. She threatened to move out if I did not open up to her." Ra's squeezed Oliver's shoulder.

"Both of us have this darkness inside us that despite our effort will never go away. Talia was so pure and innocent when we got married and I didn't want to taint her with my darkness. What I did not realize was that she had accepted me with that darkness. Women need to be assured that you are okay with them."

As if knowing that her husband was there, Talia turned and waved at Ra's. The latter sent her a blowing kiss at which she burst out laughing.

"They need to talk and over analyze. I don't know what your relationship is with Felicity but I do know that you both feel something for each other. I've seen the way that she looks at you. She is innocent and she can be the light to your darkness. Just let yourself trust. Open up to her, I am sure that she will listen."

"There are some things that I just cannot tell her. She wouldn't understand." Oliver shook his head while looking in his glass.

"If you never tried, how would you know? She's your wife Oliver. No matter under what circumstance you got married, I know that you like her. Try her. You have nothing to lose."

Ra's clinked his glass to his before jumping to go meet his wife. Oliver swallowed the vodka and slammed his glass down.

Could he open up to Felicity?

*A/N: Alright my lovelies! I hope that you liked this story! Leave a review and prompts are welcome! Have a lovely day/ night. I love you guys so much,

Pixi*