"Damn him"
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I had no reason to compel Charlie. He had known everything because he was in the Swan bloodline. He was a descent so I couldn't find it in myself to lie to the family that I had left.
So, after packing, I left him with one of my credit cards and his own boat as a way to say thank you for putting up with me.
For a whole, he had actually felt like my father - regardless of the fact that I was practically his great great great great (times a hundred) grandmother.
Once I was done and had packed my essentials, I got into Nik's rental - it was a nice white Audi TT but he didn't seem to like it. This was clear when he threw the keys at me and told me that I could drive.
He only ever offered if he didn't like what he had.
Still, I didn't complain and allowed him to direct me. Turns out that our delayed lunch would be in his private jet.
Surprise, Surprise
He took the bags with him and told me to make my way up, which I did, appreciating the white and tan leather interior. There was a large flat screen playing some football game next to a small space with a coffee table.
That wasn't the only thing I appreciated.
My eyes landed on the two flight attendants smartly dressed in a red uniform with white shirts and black pumps.
Nik's favourite colour - figures.
"Oh, Mrs Mikaleson, you are early" the black haired exotic looking finally noticed me and stopped gossiping with the other. "Please take a seat" she gestured towards the seats and I smiled grimly. "Please, if you need anything just ask" she added and I noticed her thick accent.
"Actually there is something you could both help with" I dropped my bag to the floor.
They looked to each other with secretive smiles.
...compelled?
Perfect.
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"Isabella!" Nik's scolding tone had me dropping hostess number two. "We're not even in the air yet?" he continued but with a smirk in his tone, which I caught when the limp girl rolled off my form.
I licked my fingers and then used my thumb to wipe the corner of my stained lips. "Do you know how long it's been since I've had it from the vein?" I questioned and lazily walked to where he was.
"I'm guessing its been a while" he quirked an eyebrow and nodded, still on the high of the hunger being satiated. I could still taste her sweetness on my tongue and that only reminded me of how electric it had felt when the tremors rolled through my nerves, awakening the monster within.
"Right now, I am fighting off the urge to go eat one of the pilots" I eagerly glanced behind him to the door that just begged me to open it.
He shook his head but adorned a small smile. "Unless you want to fly the plane, I suggest you sit back down" he advised and I sighed on defeat. "Maybe when we arrive" he offered and like a giddy child, I grinned, nodding eagerly with anticipation.
Nik then picked up a napkin and I reached for it but he pulled it out of my reach and began to wipe my mouth for me. "I'm perfectly capable of doing that" I narrowed my eyes at him.
"I know" he smirked and continued to dab at my mouth. All the while, his eyes were glued to mine, never straying as a burning intensity rose.
When he was done, I avoided looking at him and slumped back onto the comfortable chairs. He sat opposite me and placed a bottle of Mignot and two glasses, passing me one.
I held it out and thanked him with a smile when he filled it.
After taking a sip, I used one finger to point to the unconscious black haired girl now staining the carpet. He followed my line of sight and waited as I said, "She called me Mrs. Mikaleson"
As always, the hybrid remained composed and dared not to show any emotion as he mumbled, "What are you asking me exactly?"
I shook my glass, mesmerised with how the wine twirled. "Why does she think I'm a Mrs?"
"Who knows" he smirked and offered me more wine.
Damn him.
A/N: More questions? What did you think of their little moment?