I'm stunned by his words. Though he doesn’t admit to having feelings for me, the way he spoke of his desire holds some meaning to me. I have accepted the fact that love is not always in the cards for women like me, knowing that he at least has the desire to make my life comfortable is something I can try to accept. At least he wants to make me happy.
I am not sure what to say to his admission but he doesn’t give me a chance to grapple with a reply. He holds his hand out for me. "Come on before our food gets cold." Placing my hand in his he gives a quick tug on my arm pulling me to him as he dips down and brushes a kiss across my lips. It is quick but holds every bit of the possessive claim he now has over me. Pulling away he leads us down the beach to our private table for two. Setting down our wine he jogs back to the house getting our food.
Once we are settled we eat in silence, admiring the ocean and serenity it brings. Not sure what to expect my life to be like from here on out I can't help but admire this slightly confusing man in front of me. It's not until later when his body is wrapped around mine in bed, that I realize I am not entirely dreading the changes tomorrow brings.
We wake early in the morning before the sun has peaked over the horizon. Heading to a privately owned landing strip with his men, I see a jet awaiting us. Getting out of the car, the sun starts to peek out over the ocean. It’s a beautiful sight for my final goodbye. He ushers me onto the plane as his men get everything loaded and ready to go. Once inside, I begin to feel a little apprehensive about flying. I have never traveled outside of L.A. before much less been on a plane. As if sensing my hesitations he leads me to a seat motioning for me to sit. Doing as he insinuates, he walks over to the mini bar and pours me a glass of wine. Walking back over he hands it to me. Grabbing it I tilt it up and drink it in a few gulps eager to have it inside my body doing its work to relax my rising nerves. Looking at me with a raised eyebrow he takes the glass back from me, leaving it on the counter behind him. “Just breathe and relax, it's not as scary as you think it is.”
“Easy for you to say, you have probably done this a million times.”
Smirking at my comment. “Yes, I have, that is why I can tell you it's not as bad as you are thinking it will be.” Not entirely convinced, I take a deep breath, trying to settle my rising anxiety. “The flight is about five hours then we will land in New York.” I nod in acknowledgment. Giving a breathy chuckle as he shakes his head he walks back over to the bar and pours me one more glass. “Now don’t down this one, take your time. I don’t want you to get sick when we take off.” Handing me the glass he turns to find his men and check on our status.
Sitting there alone I look around, deciding to get up and explore the private jet not being able to sit still, as it is quite nice and spacious. There are four reclining seats positioned on one side facing each other. To the opposite side of the plane is a countertop, a sink, and some cupboards. Just down from that is a table and a mini bar that he had just poured my wine from. Continuing towards the back is a thick curtain separating this room for another space. Pulling it back slightly and peeking around I see a nice spacious bed. Who could sleep on a plane? Drinking down some more of my wine, I can see it is almost gone. Dang it. Finishing the remnants of what's left in the glass I set it back down on the bar and go back towards the bed. It looks soft and inviting as if calling me. Starting to feel a little giddy due to downing two glasses of wine in under twenty minutes, I fall face forward into the bed, giggling a little as I do.
“Liliana, what are you doing?” A voice behind me asked. I yelp and roll over facing him. Seeing the expression on his face at finding me laying face down on the bed causes me to giggle again. I clamp my hands over my mouth as he narrows his eyes at me before glancing over at the now empty wine glass on the counter. He groans. "Liliana what did I say about taking your time with that glass? You do not listen worth a damn do you?"
Sitting up on the bed I look back at him. "Maybe if you weren't so bossy all the time, you wouldn't be so disappointed when I don't obey your every command my lord." I roll my hand in a grand bowing gesture, mocking him.
His eyes flash with anger at my comment. Ah there it is. I was wondering when it would come out.
"Or maybe you need to be punished for your negligence and inability to listen when it's good for you," he counters, taking a step toward the bed. Leaning towards me, placing one knee to the side of my hips while the other is still planted on the floor off the bed.
"Or maybe you can take your lessons and shove them up your.-" I don't get the last word out as he grabs hold of my face stopping me from finishing my
