I checked my ticket again and cursed mentally. Dammit! Out of all the seats on the plane, he had to be sitting next to me?! I debated whether or not to just take another seat, but as I looked down the aisle I noticed their all taken.
Just my luck.
"Excuse me, please be seated." I turned around and saw a perky blonde, slightly glaring at me. I ignored her shit attitude.
"Yeah, about that," I started, "You see, I kinda get nauseous when sitting at the back of the plane. Is it possible that maybe there is another seat available at the front of the plane?"
Ugh, I know this is not going to work.
She raised her eyebrow and eyed the ticket I was clutching in my hand. Please, please, Say-
"No, sorry. Now, please be seated." She said, turning to walk to the front of the plane. What a bitch! I took a deep breath and turned around. Great! He has the aisle seat which means I have to ask him to let me pass over! I groaned mentally, this sucks!
I prepared myself and walked down the aisle, slowly. Just be cool and don't stutter! I approached the back of the plane and prepared myself to speak. He seems to be busy on his phone to actually notice me. Gosh, he's even better looking up close.
Sigh.
Just hurry up and say 'excuse me' and get this over with! Don't stutter! I swallowed the lump in my throat.
"Excuse me, please."
As soon as the words left my mouth I felt my heart start to pound and I suddenly have the urge to throw up! Please don't look up at me, oh gosh!
"Yes."
Was his monotone reply. Gosh, why can't he just take the hint and let me pass, I don't wanna say another word to him! I actually feel like staying in the bathroom the whole flight, just not to be next to him. I summed up what little courage I have left and spoke again.
"I need to pass."
I said. I can already tell he's a rude jerk, so why act nice. He let out a small sigh while standing up to his full height to let me pass, his eyes still glued to his phone, not even bothering to look at me. I couldn't help but drool a little from the way he looks in this light grey suit he's wearing with his brown hair tucked behind his ears.
He's so handsome.
Can't he step aside so I won't brush up against him?! I debated whether or not to turn my back to him so my boobs won't brush up against his chest as I pass, but then if I turn my back to him, my butt might brush up against his front. I blushed at that embarrassing thought and quickly passed. I felt my knee press against his leg, but thank goodness it wasn't my boobs! I plopped down in my stupid seat. Why must I always be put in such awkward situations? I could actually die right now from such awkwardness/embarrassment.
He quickly sat down right after me and went back to whatever it was he was doing on his phone. I couldn't help but notice how intimidating he is. I shoved my stupid ticket into my pocket, pulled out my phone along with my earphones. No missed calls, no text, no nothing. I sighed and checked the time. 3:30 PM. Ugghhhh! Another 10 minutes before take-off.
What to do? Don't look over at him!
I ignored my inner conscience and side-eyed him.
His eyes are still glued to his phone, Completely unaware of my presence. I looked away before he caught me staring at his model-like cheekbones. My phone made a noise which meant it's on low battery. Just great. I have no charger either. Wait, why should I even care... It's not like I'm going to miss someone's phone call.
"Sir, we're just about to take off, please turn off your phone and buckle up- you too, dear."
The old woman announced, turning around to notify the other passengers. He side-eyed her and let out an annoyed sigh, before killing his phone and standing up, giving me a nice view of his lean back. I watched as he walked to the front of the plane. I hope he doesn't come back.
That would be too easy.
Not bothering to kill my phone, I simply buckled up and plunged my earphones into the radio that was built into our armrest. I really hope he doesn't co- Here he comes.
Dammit!
I continued to change channels and not pay him any attention as he sat back down. Our seats are so close together that I can't help but see everything he's doing. He pulled out a national geographic magazine from that pocket thingy on the back of someone's seat and started flipping through the pages, looking completely uninterested. I kept my gaze straight ahead while listening to an '80s rock station.
"Everyone prepare for take-off, please." The captain announced.
Finally, he put away the magazine and buckled himself and ran a hand through his hair just before the flight attendant came over to make sure everyone has their seat belt on. I felt nauseous, I hate flying, I hate it. Minutes later the plane took off. I pulled down the blind to my window.
"Passengers, please keep your belts fastened."
I held onto my armrest as turbulence kicked in. I noticed he looks completely calm as he just sits there, looking around. Bastard. I clutched onto my armrest tightly until turbulence finally stopped. I felt a pair of eyes on me. I ignored his hard gaze. There's no way I'm turning to look at him.
"I take it, this is your first time flying."
The sound of his deep voice laced with sarcasm snapped me out of my panic attack.
I furrowed my brows, noticing his gaze was directed on me. "No," I replied, sternly.
What even is his problem?
"...Seems like it to me." He drawled.
"I assure you, it's not," I assured, letting go of my armrest.
Feeling his hard gaze, I turned and looked at him, immediately regretting it. Those eyes... As soon as I met his scrutinized gaze I felt my stomach do a flip, followed by a lump forming in my throat while sweat started to form on my palms. He seems to be pretty close, a little too close. He gave me a judgmental once over with those cold eyes before looking back up at me.
As if I wasn't self-conscious enough!
"What?" I asked, annoyed.
He turned away and looked straight ahead, a small smirk was now tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Nothing... Nothing at all," he says, almost mockingly.
What is this man's problem?
I was just about to look away before he snapped his head back to look at me and leaned in, looking a bit too serious in the process. As if we weren't already close enough?
He smells very good by the way.
"It's just…" He started in a low voice.
I find it very hard to look this man in the eye without my heart beating like crazy and my gut clenching from the strong, intimidating look he's giving me.
"I find it hard to believe you-"
"-beverages!?" The chirpy flight attendant asked, interrupting whatever it was that he was about to say.
What does he mean by that? Find it hard to believe? Dude, I don't even know you! I thought.
His eyes fell and he leaned away, pulling out his phone. I can tell he is super annoyed by the flight attendant by the way he is currently clenching his jaw as he looks down at his phone screen.
I've only known him for 5 minutes and he's already getting on my nerves.
I looked up at the sweet woman. "Water, please."
She nodded, "Anything for you, sir?"
"...I'll have a rum and coke." He answered, flatly, not even looking up at her.
I rolled my eyes from his rude attitude towards the nice lady.
She nodded and handed our drinks. I'm surprised he held out his hand to grab it.
"Thank you," I told her, annoyed that he didn't thank her. Gosh, what a P-P head.
I placed my bottle in my bag and lifted the blind to my window. It's bugging me about what he was going to say, but something is telling me to leave it alone and not speak to him. Which is going to be kind of awkward. I mean, how long can I ignore him by staring out the window? Maybe, I should listen to music and cover my face with my hoodie? I can't see what's he doing at the moment since I'm turned in my seat with my back facing him.
I sighed mentally. This is going to be the longest 4-hour flight ever.
10 minutes passed and he hasn't spoken to me. Good. Maybe he'll get the hint that I don't want to talk. My phone dinged, indicating a new message. I know who it is, so I won't be checking it. This is getting pretty boring and I'm getting tired. I sighed, turning back in my seat and switched on the T.V. I can see that he is still glued to his phone, not paying me any attention. I changed the channels over and over, getting all fuzziness. Dammit.
Crappy ass plane!
I settled on just listening to music and laying back in my seat, making sure to keep my eyes open. Excuse me, but I need to watch my surroundings. Especially from P-P head, here.
He's giving me bad vibes.
From my side view, I can see him just texting on his blackberry phone. Who still uses them anyway? I rolled my eyes mentally. He is so lame. The radio station I was listening to suddenly became staticky. Come on! I switched through every channel and they were all the same, just like the T.V! I pulled out my Earphones and threw them in my bag. I'm getting irritated by this damn plane ride. My phone dinged again, and I ignored it again. I don't care to listen to-
"You must be a very important person?"
I heard him say, sounding somewhat annoyed?. Seriously, what is the bird brains problem?
"Yeah, you know..." I started, "I was just thinking the same about you— with that piece of shit blackberry you can't look away from." I snapped, the tone of my voice made it clear that I was irritated.
I saw him look up from the corner of my eye, he raised an eyebrow questioningly before something clicked in his 'P' brain.
"Ahh." He breathed, his face softening into an amused expression.
His head turned to look at me. "You want my full attention." His deep voice held such reassurance that I actually rolled my eyes from his conclusion.
Why would I want a total stranger's attention!?
Because he's hot as hell!
"WHAT—"
He leaned in, cutting me off. "It's okay. Your secret is safe with me... Rizzo." His voice was dangerously low as he narrowed his eyes at me, making my heart stop beating.
My eyes widened at the realization of him knowing my name. How does he know? I never told him my name, did I?
I stared back at him, not believing what he just said. He doesn't seem to be fazed from my reaction.
My palms started to sweat. "How do you know my name?" I demanded, slightly glaring at him. I'm acting cool, but inside I'm freaking out.
"Says so on your ticket," he pointed out, in an obvious tone.
I narrowed my eyes at him before looking down to see my ticket hanging out my bag. Surely enough, there's my name printed in big, bold black letters.
Wow, do I feel stupid.
I sucked in a breath, feeling embarrassed. He looked away from me and went back to his phone with a pleased smirk on his face.
He shouldn't be nosy! Wait, did he say I'm upset because I want his full attention? What made him even think that?
"Just so you know- I don't want your damn attention. I don't even know you." I leaned back and crossed my arms.
Ignoring me, he took a swig of his drink, eyes never leaving his phone.
I swear, there is something off about him. Whatever I just can't wait to get off this plane and never see his damn face again!
Ugh, this seat is so uncomfortable.
The T.V, radio doesn't work, I have to save the little bit of phone battery I have left which leaves me with nothing to keep busy with so I won't fall asleep. My stomach is starting to burn from hunger and I feel like I can just pass out from exhaustion. I don't think I can stay up any longer, my eyelids feel so heavy. I have to, though. I can't fall asleep when weirdo Thomas is sitting right by me. What if he steals my bag? I rolled my eyes mentally at the thought. Seriously? My bag. I'm worried about my bag that has a bottle of water, earphones, a ticket and a few tissues in it? I sighed. This is ridiculous, I have to get some rest before the plane lands.
I laid my head back and shut my eyes.
A 10-minute nap won't kill me, right?
A nudge woke me up.
"Hun?"
It's a flight attendant, smiling down at me.
"Sorry to wake you, but the plane has landed."
Whaaaaaaaa? How did I sleep when landing?
I blinked up at her. "Really?"
"Yes, it's almost been 20 minutes now."
I looked and saw everyone is gone, including him. What a relief. So much for my 10-minute nap! I slept the whole time.
She walked away, leaving me to retrieve my bag. My bag! I looked inside to make sure everything was still there, and it was. I patted my pockets and realized my phone wasn't there.
"Come on!" I checked my bag so it's definitely not there. I looked on the floor, checked my seat, even his seat. It's nowhere to be found. It has to be between the seats, I thought.
I shoved my hand between the seats, feeling around. "Please, be-YES!" Surely enough, it was.
I grabbed it, pressing the home button.
"WHAT?"
It's completely dead? I had at least 36% left! Plus, I turned down the brightness. Unbelievable. "Apple sucks ass," I cursed, exiting the plane.
"Would this be all?" The cashier asked.
"Yep!" I watched him scan the portable charger and place it in a brown paper bag.
"Your total is $27.89."
Daaaaamn! Everything here costs an arm and leg! I nodded, handing him a fifty. I would use my credit card, but I do not need anyone knowing my whereabouts.
"Thank you!" I shoved the change in my pocket, grabbed the bag and turned leave while pulling my suitcase.
"Oooh, Starbucks!" I walked forward, passing by hectic humans who were rushing to board their planes.
Everyone has somewhere to be, except me...
Luckily, I didn't have to wait in line forever just for a cup of coffee.
I grabbed my coffee and went to sit in the lounge area, where it looked to be empty. I just want to drink in peace without being bothered by anyone and charge my phone.
I stopped in my tracks, almost spilling my coffee at the sight of him. He's sitting at the far back, head down, looking at his phone.
Freaking shit on a stick.
No way I am sitting here with him. I turned around and power walked the hell outta there before he saw me. He would have probably thought I'm stalking him or something.
Why should I embarrass myself by stroking his ego?
I sat down on a bench by Cinnabon, letting out a long sigh. I'm still very tired, but I need to get a move on if I want to check-in before it's too late. I opened the portable charger and connected my phone, waiting for it to power up.
It's so rainy today. What a bummer. I was planning on chilling outside in the sun, getting my tan on and whatnot.
Oh, well. I guess I can sleep in and order room service.
—
I plopped down my king-sized bed.
"Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!"
I sighed, relieved. Finally, peace and quiet. I couldn't believe how big this room actually is! It's like a mini apartment.
If that even makes sense?
"OoooOoOOoh!" I wrapped myself around the feather blanket, snuggling deep into the cloud-like pillows.
I hate having jet lag.
"So tired..." I mumbled, feeling myself start to shut down from exhaustion.
Minutes later, I fell into a deep sleep.
I woke up feeling gross and sweaty.
Shower time.
I unwrapped my from the blanket and sat up, looking out the window. It nighttime?
The clock read 9:45 pm.
"Great..." I fumbled outta bed, switching on the lamp.
My stomach is gurgling. I haven't eaten since I left home, I remembered. Which was almost 2 days ago.
I debated whether or not to order food now, or just wait until I get out of the shower. What if they knock while I'm in the bathroom?
"The hell with it!"
I ordered a cheeseburger with fries. I'll take a quick shower, they definitely won't be here in the next 10 minutes, I thought. I walked into the bathroom, making sure to leave the door open just in case someone might knock.
Damn.
All I have are these crappy travel soaps. Oh, well. I'm just gonna have to use what I got.
The hot water sure felt nice on my tight muscles. I lathered my hair with green tea soap, thinking about the never-ending dream I had of that gorgeous asshole from the plane. I washed my hair, not being able to get his face out of my head.
I finished washing my body and got out, putting on a comfy, white rob the hotel put out.
The shower really helped, I feel so much better now. I can't wait to eat my food and just relax by watching T.V in my cloud-like bed.
Life is guud!
The doorbell rang. Yes! My food. I walked outta the bathroom, closing the door behind me. I was about to walk to the door before stopping dead in my tracks, a scream lodged in my throat.
From the corner of my eye, I can see a figure laying down on the bed.
"...Hello, Rizz."
The sound of his deep voice cut through the room, making my heart stop. I snapped my head in his direction to find him sitting upright in bed with his back against the headboard, one arm draped over the pillows with the remote resting in his hand while his other rested on his thigh as he stretched his long legs out in front of him, crossing his ankles.
Make yourself at home why don't cha?
The look he's giving me sends chills up and down my spine. I want to scream, but I can't seem to find my voice to do so in order to save my life. His cold gaze is steadily fixed on me, the look in his eyes tells me he's ready to jump up and catch me at any moment if I try to run.
I KNEW IT! I KNEW THERE WAS SOMETHING UP WITH HIM!
The doorbell rang, it's sound bouncing off the walls. He looked between me and the bedroom door. watching. Waiting to see what I might do. There is no way I can actually outrun him from here to the door. My mind is racing just as fast as my heart is.
THINK, YOU IDIOT!
Do I fight him or just run?
I eyed the distance between where the door and I stand, it's not that far apart, but neither is he from where I'm standing. Knowing he's watching my next move. It's a long shot, but if I leap forward I can make it into the living room and scream for help. I debated whether or not to scream, not knowing if anyone would even hear me. Plus, I didn't want the person behind that door to get hurt because of me.
The bell rang again, the sound of it snapping me out of my frozen state.
"Don't do-it, Ri-zz." He warns, giving me a small smirk.
Bastard.
I swallowed hard, "Listen, just tell me what you want—" I didn't even finish my sentence before I caught him lowering his gaze, making my stomach flip around nervously. I watched as his eyes slowly and carefully looked over my robe covered self, then raises a pointed brow.
Again with him giving me a once over, making me self conscious!
An intimidating smirk on his face only now I can see a mocking glint in his eye.
His lazy gaze was fixed on the center of my chest. I looked down and with everything that is going on, I managed to feel completely and utterly embarrassed. I guess I didn't tie my robe tight enough. The opening was showing a little too much side boob, it was an inch away from opening and reveling my bare chest. I spun around and hurried to close this stupid, robe!
THAT FUCKING ASSHOLE! AND ME! HOW CAN I BE SO FUCKING STUPID TO NOT REALIZE IT!
"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT!" I snapped, turning around pretty sure my face was now tinted red. "I HAVE A FEELING IT WAS-"
"-Low-er your voice before I do it for you." He warns, his tone soft but sharp as his lazy gaze never wavered from mine.
I glare at him, but in a state of panic, I start thinking about how did I get myself in such a jam and what's the reason behind him and why he's here or was following me which leads me to realization within seconds... It all clicks to me.
That's why he's here!
I raise a brow and nod at him, "Ooohhh! I get it, now! That's why you were on the same plane as me, in the same aisle and sat right next to me!" Panic washes away as anger takes its place.
Faking an eager expression, he nods for me to continue, eyes intently resting on me. I place my hand on my hips, feeling stupid for not realizing it sooner!
"I'm not stupid—I wasn't born yesterday! I know he hired you to come after me!" I throw my hands in the air, frustrated by him sending once of his men to follow me. "I should have known you were one of his workers!"
I point towards the door and stomp my foot, "GET OUT! GO ON AND FUCK OFF!" I snap, glaring, I feel like marching over and punching him from the full-on smirk he's wearing at the moment.
He shakes his head and turns his head to focus on the T.V. Deciding to ignore me as if this is all normal and we're the best of friends just having a random argument.
What is he even watching!?
So, what he's just going to stay here and chill until I say I'm ready to go? I'm sorry, but I don't need a damn bodyguard—well, on a side note he is pretty hot—-ugh! What the hell am I thinking!
"I DON'T NEED YOU—"
I watch as quickly gets up from the bed and walks over casually to where I'm standing, the dark glint in his eyes make me back up a little just as he approaches. I don't trust this bastard, even if he did send him to protect me. He stops to stand a few steps back from me, again he decides to give me another slow, judgmental once over before looking back up, now a sly smirk freshly painted on his face to match the dark gleam in his eyes.
"I wasn't sent by your grandfather, princess."
The truthful tone laced in his low voice made me feel like I was hit in the gut with a brick.
Come again?
I blink, feeling choked up all over again, my mouth turns into the Sahara desert and I feel like a baseball has lodged itself in my throat.
I stare back at him and see that he is, in fact, enjoying my reaction and decides to take a few steps closer, leaving a nice size gap between us. I breathe in and out, hoping to calm my rising heartbeat from his wolffish gaze.
"You see," he starts, tilting his head to the side, making him look all the more intimidating as he goes on. "I'm here to settle a score—-meaning you do what I say when I say it or your precious Grandfather—-"
"—-WHAT! WHAT DO YOU WANT?!" I snap, cutting him off, I couldn't stand to hear him finish his sentence. I feel my gut clench at the thought of this being all my fault!
"... What was promised to me."
He declares, looking pleased with himself.
What was promised to him... What the fuck was promised to him?! What does he mean and what does he want, exactly?
He gives me a pointed look, "Just do what I say when I tell you and I won't—-"
"I GET IT"! I'LL DO ANYTHING YOU SAY! I PROMISE!—"
"-Good." I watch as he tucks his hands into his pockets, looking extremely pleased. "Now, get dressed-we gotta go."