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**Sydney POV**
We felt the van jerk to a halt finally and heard the engine turn off. I pull my head up from it being rested on Sark's shoulder. She glanced up at him. He tried to give her a reassuring smile, but he knew it was no use. She heard the door open and a few men yell in Russian for us to get out. They were at the front and waited as the others slowly got out of the van. Who knew where they were going?
They had to walk a small distance to a building that was after a small-chained fence. I took this opportunity to pursue the surrounding area. Since Sark and I were heading up the rear, we had one guard behind us and I thought of trying to break away. Too risky, then the CIA would really get suspicious of my motives.
Luckily for us, a black van came speeding up towards us and started shooting at the guards. When it passed, the door opened and Sark and I jumped in the best we could. The people inside helped us, but we had successfully got in. What was I doing? What was the CIA going to think of me now? Honestly, I liked this life a little bit better.
The guards in the van pried off our handcuffs and we were free again. Sark and I took a seat in the rear and the only other sat towards the front. We had some time to ourselves, I suppose.
"Where are we going?" I ask him as I cuddle up next to him.
"Our plane," he says.
"Good idea," I reply.
"Sydney, my love, are you okay with this?" he asks me.
"Okay with what?" I ask back at him.
"Well, you just had your opportunity to go back with the CIA, and you don't seem upset," he says.
"I noticed the same thing. What has become of me?" I reply. Honestly, I wanted to know that as well.
"Something we'll both have to explore a little more. Anyway, we're flying out of a different airport for security reasons so it's going to be an hour," he informs me.
"Okay," I say. "Do you mind if I get rid of this wig?"
"Not at all," he says and helps me take it off. I decide to lean on his shoulder and he gently strokes my hair. I take my hand and place it interlocking with his free one. Why did this feel so right? Was I now an enemy of the United States because I am falling in love with one of them?
We arrived at the plane and it surely was in a desolate spot. I don't think anyone could find this if they really wanted to. There were a few other cars here, so obviously the CIA didn't get everyone. I wonder if they got my mother? They would probably love that. The CIA, that is. Anyway, so we headed back up to the plane, Sark and I hand in hand.
We both walked to the back of the plane and I noticed a few people I had seen at the party or knew before from the last plane ride. They must have gotten out some how. Sark and I headed into his office and someone was already in there.
"I'm glad you both got out," she said.
"Oh, good, Irina, you got out as well," Sark replies.
"Of course, I wasn't about to be captured or anything," she says with that smirk on her face.
"Are you riding back to headquarters with us?" Sark asks her.
"Yes, I suppose, only because my plane couldn't get here fast enough," she replies.
I was just standing behind Sark letting them have their own little interaction. I had no intention of speaking, just to keep myself sane.
"Well, and how are you Sydney?" she asks me.
"I'm fine," I quickly reply.
"Well, I hope you enjoyed the party, although your friends cut it short," Irina informs me.
"I'll just have to yell at them for that, won't I?" I harshly reply back.
"Ooo, getting a little testy, aren't we?" Irina replies to me.
"Not really," I say.
"Anyway," Sark butts in and gives me a look that honestly, I couldn't interpret if my life depended on it.
"Well, the plane will be taking off shortly, so you two might as well have a seat," Irina says.
Was she going to sit in the office the whole time? My guess was yes, which was just so pleasant for me. Sark and I sat down on the couch and she continued to be at the desk.
"Want to get some shut eye, my love?" he asks me.
"Most definitely," I reply.
Sleep is good, especially when you want to avoid a person. So I laid down in Sark's lap and I gently fell asleep. This whole day was tiring. Sitting in Sark's lap, well, honestly, it felt perfect right now. Was this how my life was supposed to turn out?
I had felt some turbulence and woke up. Normally, I can sleep through it, but not today I guess. I sat up and noticed Sark had woken up as well. I looked over at the desk and my mother was not at the desk. Good, we could have some alone time.
"Where'd she go?" I ask him.
"Probably to the front office," he replies.
"Oh, good," I say.
"The last day certainly has been quite stressful," he tells me.
"Tell me about it," I reply.
"I was thinking the two of us could get away for a few days and get to know each other better," he says. A vacation?
"Oh, really? That does sound splendid," I reply.
"I was thinking our vacation house in Nice," he says.
"Ah, Nice, that sounds excellent," I say.
"It's not exactly the warmest right now, but it is very relaxing," he informs me.
"A break from all of this would be best," I tell him.
"I'll make a few calls and we'll leave tonight," he says. He leans in to kiss me and we end up deepening the kiss very much. We hear the door open and both sit up, trying to act innocent.
"Well, sorry to interrupt you two," that Russian filled voice says.
"Yes, Sydney and I have decided to take a vacation," Sark tells Irina.
"Oh really? To where?" she asks.
"Nice," he replies.
"Oh, to the lovely vacation home there, excellent choice Mr. Sark," she tells Sark.
"Do you mind if I make a few phone calls?" he asks.
"Not at all," she replies and gets out of the way and decided to come sit next to me on the couch.
"Would you like to go shopping before the trip, Sydney?" my mother asks me.
I glance over at Sark, and reply, "Well, we talked about leaving tonight, so would we have enough time?"
"Of course, I have a lovely shopping center in the heart of the headquarters that all my employees shop at. There is a beautiful boutique there that has some things you would most enjoy," she so kindly informs me. How would she know what I enjoy.
"Okay, I guess," I kindly reply.
"Splendid, when we return I'll accompany you and we'll make it a mother daughter shopping experience!" she exclaims.
I look over at Sark, who gives me a sympathizing look and I look back at my mother.
"Sounds.. great," I can only reply without spewing the little food I've had recently.
"Well, I have to check on a few of my possessions in the front office, so I'll return shortly," she says.
She left and I went over to Sark, "You're honestly not going to make me go through that torture, are you?"
"My love, I know how much you despise her, but I'm proud of how you didn't lash out as usual, just get used to her, she is a great woman," he tells me.
"Don't even start now," I start.
"Darling, I'm sorry." He stands up and kisses me. "We'll have an excellent vacation and it will be just you and I."
"I know, I know," I can only reply.
"Aren't you hungry, my love? I certainly am," he asks.
"You know, with all these recent events, I totally forgot about eating! Now that you mention it, I am rather hungry."
He picks up and phone and asks for two lunches and they are brought soon to the office. We sit down at the small table and start feasting on the salad.
"This salad, it's excellent," I say.
"Isn't it? I once had it at this quaint little deli in France and since then have had my cooks prepare it everywhere I go," he replies. Sark definitely had people under his thumb.
"Any dessert?" I ask.
"Actually, since I once heard you say cheesecake was one of your favorite desserts, I got us an excellent strawberry cheesecake," he says.
"Aw, that's so nice," I say. The cheesecake was very good and we both were finished eating around the same time the plane landed. We got up and were the first ones off. We headed to the car and headed back towards the headquarters.
It was official, I decided. I was now Andrew Sark's girlfriend, and do it freely on my own will. I had actually been captured by the CIA, but escaped so we could, I don't know, be together? How did I change? Did I fall in love with Sark? Am I in love with him? Hopefully this vacation will tell me.
"Are you okay, honey?" he asks me in the car.
I glance up from gazing out the window, "Fine, perfectly fine."
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**Sydney POV**
We felt the van jerk to a halt finally and heard the engine turn off. I pull my head up from it being rested on Sark's shoulder. She glanced up at him. He tried to give her a reassuring smile, but he knew it was no use. She heard the door open and a few men yell in Russian for us to get out. They were at the front and waited as the others slowly got out of the van. Who knew where they were going?
They had to walk a small distance to a building that was after a small-chained fence. I took this opportunity to pursue the surrounding area. Since Sark and I were heading up the rear, we had one guard behind us and I thought of trying to break away. Too risky, then the CIA would really get suspicious of my motives.
Luckily for us, a black van came speeding up towards us and started shooting at the guards. When it passed, the door opened and Sark and I jumped in the best we could. The people inside helped us, but we had successfully got in. What was I doing? What was the CIA going to think of me now? Honestly, I liked this life a little bit better.
The guards in the van pried off our handcuffs and we were free again. Sark and I took a seat in the rear and the only other sat towards the front. We had some time to ourselves, I suppose.
"Where are we going?" I ask him as I cuddle up next to him.
"Our plane," he says.
"Good idea," I reply.
"Sydney, my love, are you okay with this?" he asks me.
"Okay with what?" I ask back at him.
"Well, you just had your opportunity to go back with the CIA, and you don't seem upset," he says.
"I noticed the same thing. What has become of me?" I reply. Honestly, I wanted to know that as well.
"Something we'll both have to explore a little more. Anyway, we're flying out of a different airport for security reasons so it's going to be an hour," he informs me.
"Okay," I say. "Do you mind if I get rid of this wig?"
"Not at all," he says and helps me take it off. I decide to lean on his shoulder and he gently strokes my hair. I take my hand and place it interlocking with his free one. Why did this feel so right? Was I now an enemy of the United States because I am falling in love with one of them?
We arrived at the plane and it surely was in a desolate spot. I don't think anyone could find this if they really wanted to. There were a few other cars here, so obviously the CIA didn't get everyone. I wonder if they got my mother? They would probably love that. The CIA, that is. Anyway, so we headed back up to the plane, Sark and I hand in hand.
We both walked to the back of the plane and I noticed a few people I had seen at the party or knew before from the last plane ride. They must have gotten out some how. Sark and I headed into his office and someone was already in there.
"I'm glad you both got out," she said.
"Oh, good, Irina, you got out as well," Sark replies.
"Of course, I wasn't about to be captured or anything," she says with that smirk on her face.
"Are you riding back to headquarters with us?" Sark asks her.
"Yes, I suppose, only because my plane couldn't get here fast enough," she replies.
I was just standing behind Sark letting them have their own little interaction. I had no intention of speaking, just to keep myself sane.
"Well, and how are you Sydney?" she asks me.
"I'm fine," I quickly reply.
"Well, I hope you enjoyed the party, although your friends cut it short," Irina informs me.
"I'll just have to yell at them for that, won't I?" I harshly reply back.
"Ooo, getting a little testy, aren't we?" Irina replies to me.
"Not really," I say.
"Anyway," Sark butts in and gives me a look that honestly, I couldn't interpret if my life depended on it.
"Well, the plane will be taking off shortly, so you two might as well have a seat," Irina says.
Was she going to sit in the office the whole time? My guess was yes, which was just so pleasant for me. Sark and I sat down on the couch and she continued to be at the desk.
"Want to get some shut eye, my love?" he asks me.
"Most definitely," I reply.
Sleep is good, especially when you want to avoid a person. So I laid down in Sark's lap and I gently fell asleep. This whole day was tiring. Sitting in Sark's lap, well, honestly, it felt perfect right now. Was this how my life was supposed to turn out?
I had felt some turbulence and woke up. Normally, I can sleep through it, but not today I guess. I sat up and noticed Sark had woken up as well. I looked over at the desk and my mother was not at the desk. Good, we could have some alone time.
"Where'd she go?" I ask him.
"Probably to the front office," he replies.
"Oh, good," I say.
"The last day certainly has been quite stressful," he tells me.
"Tell me about it," I reply.
"I was thinking the two of us could get away for a few days and get to know each other better," he says. A vacation?
"Oh, really? That does sound splendid," I reply.
"I was thinking our vacation house in Nice," he says.
"Ah, Nice, that sounds excellent," I say.
"It's not exactly the warmest right now, but it is very relaxing," he informs me.
"A break from all of this would be best," I tell him.
"I'll make a few calls and we'll leave tonight," he says. He leans in to kiss me and we end up deepening the kiss very much. We hear the door open and both sit up, trying to act innocent.
"Well, sorry to interrupt you two," that Russian filled voice says.
"Yes, Sydney and I have decided to take a vacation," Sark tells Irina.
"Oh really? To where?" she asks.
"Nice," he replies.
"Oh, to the lovely vacation home there, excellent choice Mr. Sark," she tells Sark.
"Do you mind if I make a few phone calls?" he asks.
"Not at all," she replies and gets out of the way and decided to come sit next to me on the couch.
"Would you like to go shopping before the trip, Sydney?" my mother asks me.
I glance over at Sark, and reply, "Well, we talked about leaving tonight, so would we have enough time?"
"Of course, I have a lovely shopping center in the heart of the headquarters that all my employees shop at. There is a beautiful boutique there that has some things you would most enjoy," she so kindly informs me. How would she know what I enjoy.
"Okay, I guess," I kindly reply.
"Splendid, when we return I'll accompany you and we'll make it a mother daughter shopping experience!" she exclaims.
I look over at Sark, who gives me a sympathizing look and I look back at my mother.
"Sounds.. great," I can only reply without spewing the little food I've had recently.
"Well, I have to check on a few of my possessions in the front office, so I'll return shortly," she says.
She left and I went over to Sark, "You're honestly not going to make me go through that torture, are you?"
"My love, I know how much you despise her, but I'm proud of how you didn't lash out as usual, just get used to her, she is a great woman," he tells me.
"Don't even start now," I start.
"Darling, I'm sorry." He stands up and kisses me. "We'll have an excellent vacation and it will be just you and I."
"I know, I know," I can only reply.
"Aren't you hungry, my love? I certainly am," he asks.
"You know, with all these recent events, I totally forgot about eating! Now that you mention it, I am rather hungry."
He picks up and phone and asks for two lunches and they are brought soon to the office. We sit down at the small table and start feasting on the salad.
"This salad, it's excellent," I say.
"Isn't it? I once had it at this quaint little deli in France and since then have had my cooks prepare it everywhere I go," he replies. Sark definitely had people under his thumb.
"Any dessert?" I ask.
"Actually, since I once heard you say cheesecake was one of your favorite desserts, I got us an excellent strawberry cheesecake," he says.
"Aw, that's so nice," I say. The cheesecake was very good and we both were finished eating around the same time the plane landed. We got up and were the first ones off. We headed to the car and headed back towards the headquarters.
It was official, I decided. I was now Andrew Sark's girlfriend, and do it freely on my own will. I had actually been captured by the CIA, but escaped so we could, I don't know, be together? How did I change? Did I fall in love with Sark? Am I in love with him? Hopefully this vacation will tell me.
"Are you okay, honey?" he asks me in the car.
I glance up from gazing out the window, "Fine, perfectly fine."
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