Chapter Three
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DENISE
With his hands wrapped around my waist, I pressed myself closer to him as we walked towards his family's private jet.
As much as we wanted to be away from each other, we had to remain together like we were stuck with glue as several reporters and TV stations followed us to the plane.
“I wonder how long we will have to put up with this. It seems we will have to remain glued to each other for a little while longer.” I let my voice reduce to a slight whisper audible enough for only him to catch my words as I wore one of my best smiles on my face.
I could tell from the look on his face that his face was growing tired of the fake smiles and sooner than later, his fake smile would wear away completely.
Both of our families had noticed how hard it was getting for us to wear smiles for such long periods, and they could tell how irked we were starting to feel about the reporters and camera crew who refused to back off, but none of them really showed a sign as if they cared or maybe just didn't care at all.
“I guess we are, but it just doesn't make any sense. How could this number of reporters have followed us here except if they were given permission to come?” His thick brows arched slightly as he questioned and, for a second and no more, his smile faded away or rather turned into a brood.
It only took him a second to remember the swarms of reporters around us and his smile returned almost as quickly as it had left his face.
His words made sense. Who knew, maybe one of our parents decided to allow more reporters to come in and shoot some more footage?
“I guess you have a point, but there is nothing we can do about it.”
He shook his head. “I'm going to go ask the person in charge and find out who is responsible for this.”
I put my hands around his wrist and pulled him back to myself, then wrapped my arms around his neck, resting them on his broad shoulders. “I don't think that is such a good idea right now, you can always do that later, some other time.” I stared expectantly at him for a response.
His dark gray eyes looked over my head at the swarm of reporters and camera crew who profusely took various images and videos of us differently. They soon fell on me.
With a gentle smile, he pulled me closer to himself and his lips melted with mine. For more than a second, I stood there wordlessly and let him kiss me as I clung onto him as if I never wanted to let go.
Moments later, our lips pulled apart, and I was thankful for it. We turned around to face the flashes of cameras one last time to say our final goodbyes to the eyes that watched us.
With his arms fashioned about my waist, he led me up the stairs as carefully as he could– obviously to please the plenty of eyes that were watching us– and I let him lead the way as if I was an infant who couldn't manage my way around a staircase.
Finally, as we arrived inside, we both took a look at the window and I heard his sigh of relief that was even louder than mine. The doors were closed, and the windows made it impossible for any of the reporters to get a single clear shot of us.
His hands left my waist, and he walked past me to find his own seat. His jacket slid off his broad shoulders, and he flung them onto the seat opposite him. A soft groan left his mouth as he relaxed into his seat and he unbuttoned the first three buttons of his silk white shirt, revealing his bare chest.
He slid his hand across the side of his hazel brown hair as if to put a strand of loose hair back in its place. Silently, he stared out the window without a smile on his face.
He was probably even more grateful than me that the whole thing was finally over.
I made my way to my own seat, thankful for the fact that my body had been freed of the tight wedding dress a while ago. I had never felt more comfortable in the mini skirt and top I had on except for the glittering heels that made my feet ache.
“Mr and Mrs Benjamin,” I turned my head to the sound of a feminine voice from behind me and so did Lucas.
A vibrant young woman dressed in air host attire stood in front of us with a smile I was sure was one of her best.
She greeted you with a slight bow of her head before continuing on. “I'm here to inform you that the flight will take off soon. While you wait, is there anything you would like for me to prepare for you? A drink? A snack? Anything.” She looked expectantly at both of us as she asked, her voice never left the tone she had started with, gentle and warm.
“A glass of your finest whiskey will do.” It was only when Lucas spoke that I realized his attention had been diverted to the paper magazine in his hand.
He looked through the paper without sparing the air host as much as a second glance and his voice was just as nonchalant as his behavior.
Even with his bad attitude, she gave him a bow he wasn't even paying any attention to seeing him and turned to face me.
The look of irritation on my face mutated into a warm and bright smile as she looked at me. “Oh, thank you for your consideration, I think I will have some orange juice if you wouldn't mind.”
She beamed at me as if she was pleased with my reply, but she said no more words and disappeared from our compartment with one last deep and respectful bow at me.
It irked me to even try to spare a glance at Lucas. We had pretended to be in love just a few seconds ago, and we even shared several kisses! But as soon as we stepped away from the cameras, he transformed into the arrogant man he was born as.
A sudden headache struck my head and I immediately released my hair from the tight band that held them firmly together. Almost immediately, I felt a soothing relief as my hair fell over my shoulders.
He didn't even try to look at me, he just sat there as if he was alone on the plane, alone in the world even!
But I never expected more from a cocky prince like him and the last thing I want now is to have any issues with him whatsoever.
The air host returned rather quickly than I had expected, and she walked right towards Lucas with the tray in her hand. “Your drink Sir.” She proclaimed as she handed him his glass of whiskey.
Without as much as a side glance, he snatched the glass from her hand and began filling his mouth with its contents.
She silently made her way towards me and handed me my drink. With a smile, I accepted the glass from her and gave her a nod of affirmation.
She pressed the tray to her chest and gave us a bow before turning around to leave the compartment.
“You,” Lucas said, and we both looked at him. “Get me a refill.”
The air host hurried towards him and took the glass without a complaint, then left the compartment.
My brows creased at his nonchalant attitude, but he said nothing.
I waited until after the door closed behind her and I heard her footsteps receding away before I confronted him. “Why are you trying to get yourself drunk when we still have a long way to go? If anything, you shouldn't be drinking at all.”
His eyes remained fixed on the magazine in his hand. “Did I ask for your opinion?”
“Excuse me?” I felt my brow arch.
“Did I ask you to speak to me? Don't think you can talk to me if you want, just because I was nice to you at the wedding. I don't need you saying a word when I need peace and quietness.”
I suppressed a scoff as I stared at him. “You don't have to be so rude with your reply, I was only asking because the last thing I need is the trouble of getting you to your room while you are drunk.”
Anger coursed through my veins as I glared at him and I emptied my glass in one gulp to suppress the boiling flames inside of me.
I heard him scoff a laugh as the magazine in his hand ruffled in an attempt to close them. He finally looked away from the papers in his hand at least.
Without looking at him, I dropped the glass and rose to my feet. “If you'll excuse me, I need to use the ladies.”
A gasp left my mouth as a hand abruptly pulled me backwards and pinned me down to my chair. I wanted to speak but found myself tongue-tied.
He glared into my eyes with electricity zapping in his gaze and I felt my heart trying to claw its way out of my chest.
His grey eyes pinned me down more than his grip on me and I just sat down there… lost… as if in a trance…
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