I decided to rewrite this chapter. Hopefully the response is better!

Phoebe's POV:

For the first time in a long time, I woke up with Damien's arms wrapped tight around me. I needed to get up and use the bathroom, but did not want to wake Damien up. He rarely got to sleep in and I was not going to be the one to ruin his sleep. I laid there for a while staring down at my ring, grinning. I was marrying a man who meant the world to me. So what if he didn't want kids yet? I could wait forever just as long as we had each other. It sounded corny even in my head. The old Phoebe would have rolled her eyes, the new Phoebe could not wait to be Mrs. Damien Zano.

Most people didn't understand what I saw in Damien. There was much more to him than just the workaholic, millionaire heir that lived in his father's shadows. I had heard people call him that around the office and I knew that Damien had too. He was always trying to prove to everyone that he had a right to be working at the company and that it wasn't just handed to him because of his father. I saw in him a potential leader who had the potential to take the company to new heights; he just needed his father and everyone else to do the same.

I felt Damien shuffle from behind me and turned my head to see if he was awake. His warm brown eyes fluttered open and rested on me. Damien's hair stuck up in weird places and his face needed shaving, he looked so good to me right now.

"Morning," his eyes closed, "God, I forgot how comfortable you are."

"I need to pee."

Damien's grip only tightened around me, "Not yet. I want to savor this moment."

I couldn't hold my pee in any longer and shot up from the bed. Damien groaned into the pillow, but let me run to the bathroom. Damien was flipping through channels when I walked back to the bed. His arms welcomed me back to the bed and I snuggled closer to him.

"We can't just lay in bed all day," Damien played with my hair, "Let's order room service and go down to the pool area for a while."

"I like that plan," I sat up to get the menu, "Do you know what you want to eat?"

His eyes lowered down my body and I smacked him, "You're perverted."

"On second thought, forget the food," Damien pulled me back down to the mattress.

Damien nudged himself carefully inside of me, biting his lip. I gasped which he silenced with his mouth. I felt every movement that he made. Pleasure took over my body as Damien's hands explored me all over. He pulled away and flipped me over onto my stomach. I balanced myself on my knees, waiting for Damien to position himself inside me. I used the wall to hold myself up as Damien filled me from behind. His hands gripped my side, keeping me in place as he rammed into me over and over again. I could hear his breathing become shallower with every stroke as he tried to prolong the inevitable.

My knees weakened as I came closer to reaching my orgasm. I felt it build up starting in my toes until I screamed as I came. Damien held me up until I felt him pull out and jerk himself off onto my back.

Damien rolled off of me, bringing me on top of him. We laid silently, our breaths creating the only sound in the air. I could smell ourselves all over the sheets and smiled.

"I love you," Damien kissed me, "You were right, we needed this vacation."

"Isn't life so much better when you admit what I already know?"

His hands tickled my stomach, "Just take the complement Ms. Grey."

I felt sticky and needed to shower, "Can you order me up chocolate chip pancakes?"

"What about another round?"

He was insatiable, "After breakfast, hurry up."

To tease him, I stripped myself of my clothes in front of him. Lustful eyes stared back at me, Damien knew how to make a woman feel wanted. I threw my shirt at him before getting into the shower.

Damien's POV:

I was putting suntan lotion on Phoebe's back as we sat on the beach. The weather was great and the sun felt nice on our skin. I wanted it to be like this forever. We had no responsibilities, no one observing our every move, and my phone was not ringing every five seconds. This was paradise and I did not want to leave here ever.

"What if we rent a boat for dinner?"

Phoebe looked up at me and smiled, "I like that idea."

"Did you bring the purple dress?"

"Yes sir," she rolled her eyes.

I did not want to have to fight guys all night for staring at my beautiful fiancée. I was not usually this possessive, but Phoebe turned me into a different person. When we got back to New York, we would have work alongside Blaine. I know why my father hired Blaine's company and it did not mean that I had to like it. I would keep the two of them apart as much as possible. Seeing how he looked at her at the wedding only reconfirmed that he was not over Phoebe. He did not fool me and if he thought I was going down without a fight, he was mistaken.

"You never told me how lunch with Blaine went."

Phoebe looked up at me again, "Why?"

"I just wanted to know."

"We talked about the meeting on Monday."

I closed the suntan lotion bottle up, "Yeah, I was thinking maybe you should skip the meeting."

"What?"

"It really doesn't have anything to do with your department. We're just going to go over the computer security software."

"I'm going to that meeting," Phoebe snapped, "I'm part of the company too."

"No one is saying that you aren't. I just don't want you to be bored."

Truth be told, I did not want her to know about my father's plan on bribing Blaine's company to protect documents regarding our taxes and any other private information. I knew Phoebe and she would not be okay with what my father is asking me to do. This was the side of me that I did not want Phoebe to ever see. I wanted her to believe that I was the good guy, the guy for her.

"Thank you for considering my feelings, but I'm a big girl," she stood up from her beach chair, "I'm going for a swim."

Sighing, I sat back in my chair. It would be better keeping Phoebe in the dark. I did not want any blowback if anything happened. My father claimed that no one would ever find out and I did not believe him. I was not prepared to risk my future with Phoebe for the company.

I needed to make this right. I waved one of the hotel's staff over to me.

"I need you to find me a boat to rent for tonight. Ask the kitchen to prepare two steaks, potatoes, green beans, wine, chocolate covered strawberries, and red velvet cake. Bill it to the Presidential Suite," I looked down at his nametag which read "Xavier" and handed him a hundred from my wallet, "Keep the change."

"Thank you Mr. Zano," he nodded before heading inside.

Phoebe was far into the water, her back turned towards me. I kept my eyes on her just in case she decided to do something reckless just to make me mad. She swam back to shore, keeping her eyes trained on the sand in front of her. I waited until she was back at our chairs before saying anything.

"How was your swim?"

She said nothing.

"You're going to ignore me now?"

Phoebe brought out a book from her bag and pulled her shades down. Sometimes she really was immature. Not wanting to deal with this right now, I pulled my sunglasses down and brought out my book. We sat in silence, allowing other people to do the talking for us. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Xavier heading towards us. I stood up from my spot to intercept him.

"Everything is set Mr. Zano," Xavier said.

I handed him another hundred, "We're going to need flowers too. Something nice, no roses though. Also, keep this quiet and away from my fiancée."

"Understood," Xavier nodded.

I walked back to lay down next to Phoebe.

"Call from the office?" her eyes were focused on her book.

"No, I forgot to tip him this morning," I lied.

Whether or not she believed me was a different story. We spent the rest of the afternoon down at the beach, rarely speaking to one another. Lunch was nothing but awkward silence between the two of us. I could no longer take it.

"Please talk to me," I picked Phoebe's hand up, "I'm sorry for what I said earlier. I know you're mad at me and think that I'm hiding something, but I honestly didn't think you would want to go to the meeting."

"You're right, I do think you're hiding something. Out of nowhere you tell me that you're hiring my exes' company when there are hundreds of companies in New York to choose from and now you don't want me sitting in during the meeting. I don't like being kept in the dark."

"I swear that there is nothing to hide," I lied again, feeling myself become guiltier by the second, "If you want to sit in the meeting you can."

Phoebe glared, "Thank you for your permission. I am so honored to be considered an asset to the company. Please let me know if there is anything else I can do."

"You're overreacting."

"Am I?" she challenged me, "We don't keep secrets from each other, but right now that's what you're doing."

"Why do you always think that I have an ulterior motive when it comes to Blaine? You're constantly defending him and refusing to believe anything genuine I say about him!"

"Because I know you Damien. You may think I don't, but I do. You're a brilliant businessman who calculates every move so I know that you're using Blaine for something. He's my friend and I won't let you hurt him."

"Friend? He's your friend now? What happened to hating the guy who got some whore pregnant?"

"How dare you," Phoebe stood up, causing people to look in our direction, "Fuck off Damien."

Phoebe slammed her chair into the table and stormed away. She was driving me crazy with this back and forth of hating and then liking Blaine. When I first met Phoebe, she was broken. Blaine had broken her and I hated him for that. It felt like forever until I finally met the real Phoebe and she allowed herself to trust me. Now she was defending him?

I paid our bill before finding Phoebe in our suite. She sat on the floor in front of our bed staring at the dark television screen.

"Blaine is always going to be a sore subject between us, isn't he?" I dropped down next to her.

"I guess."

"I don't want to be the bad guy."

She looked at me, "What're you talking about?"

"I'm letting my jealousy get in the way of business and I'm sorry. If it were any other person I would want you to be in the meeting; people love you."

"I'm not the same girl who was in love with Blaine. He's my past and you're my future. I wouldn't be with you if I didn't love you. I hate fighting with you, but I want you to listen to me: I'm your fiancée. I'm marrying you. We're both so insecure and it leads to these insane arguments."

"You're right," I kissed her cheek, "I'm sorry."

"I accept your apology."

We sat for a minute in silence.

"Do you still want to go on the boat?" I asked her.

She nodded, "Of course."

"I have everything planned. Meet me at six for dinner. I'll be back."

Around six o'clock I had a car pick Phoebe up at the hotel and bring her to the docks. I opened the car door for her and held my hand out for Phoebe to take. We were working on building the trust that we once had before Blaine returned.

"Ms. Grey," I led Phoebe to the rental boat, "Welcome aboard."

Her grin dazzled me, "Why thank you Captain Zano."

Phoebe held onto my hand as we climbed onto the boat. She was wearing the purple dress that I loved and heels that made her legs look perfect. My eyes were trained on her ass as she walked ahead of me to the lower deck of the boat.

I already had music playing and wine waiting for us. I had the kitchen prepare a dinner for us, I could not cook to save my life. However, I could steer a boat and was happy to pay whatever it would cost to rent a boat for us. I wanted privacy with Phoebe on our last night here.

"So where are we heading captain?"

"I have the evening all planned out for us," I brought two wine glasses out from the cupboard and poured us some wine, "But first, a toast."

"Toast to what?" Phoebe cocked her eyebrow.

"Does there need to be a reason?" I sipped my glass, "Let's say to our health and the delicious meal I had prepared for us."

"I'll drink to that."

Dinner went on without an argument or any talk of Blaine. I sat across from Phoebe, listening to her tell me stories of her childhood. She told me how she used to bully Teddy into doing things for her when she was younger. I could never get tired of hearing her talk. My watch went off and it was time to steer the boat back to the shore. The air was colder now, especially because I left my jacket downstairs.

Phoebe walked up the stairs towards me wearing nothing but my jacket. I could see the tops of her breast and wanted to ravish her right then and there. Makeup sex was one of my favorite activities to do with her and she seemed to enjoy it just as much as I did.

"I think you should anchor the boat and come downstairs with me," Phoebe leaned across the railing.

"Aye aye matey,"

I scooped Phoebe up in my arms and carried her to the cabin below. She squealed as I ran down the stairs and into one of the back rooms. I threw her onto the bed and began to strip, not wanting to waste any time.