IVORY BAY
1164 Words
SKY
By the time they were finally done with me, I barely recognized the woman staring back from the mirror.
I stood frozen as the stylist stepped aside, his satisfied smile reflected beside my own stunned expression.
My hair had been styled into soft, glossy waves that framed my face perfectly, elegant without being excessive.
My makeup was subtle but deadly, warm-toned eyeshadow that made my eyes look brighter, lashes long and fluttering, lips glossed in a soft nude shade that somehow made me look more expensive than I had ever felt in my life.
And the dress, it almost took my breath away as I looked at it properly.
It was a custom piece, I didn’t need anyone to tell me that. The fabric clung to my body like it had been designed with nothing but me in mind, a deep champagne-gold silk that shimmered under the light.
The cut hugged my waist, flowed smoothly over my hips, and fell elegantly just above my ankles. The neckline was daring without being vulgar, classy without being boring.
It screamed money.
“This dress…” I whispered. “How much is it?” The stylist only smiled. “There is only one in the city.. Do you still want to ask that much?."
That made my stomach twist before I could argue or even process it properly, they ushered me out. I barely had time to grab my phone before I was guided into a waiting car.
The door was opened for me respectfully, and I slid in, my movements stiff.
William’s chauffeur took the wheel without a word. As the car pulled away, I stared out the window, my fingers curling slowly against my lap.
The city passed by in a blur, buildings melting into streets I knew too well and yet, something felt different. I could swear I had never felt this way before.
This strange excitement mixed with guilt and anger, the worst part was knowing I was feeling it with another man.
A man who was not mine or had no business making my heart feel like this and I hated that.
The car slowed suddenly making me frown, lifting my head. Why were we stopping here?
My confusion deepened when I realized where we were, I was shocked.
This is an airport, my heart skipped violently as the car came to a complete halt. This wasn’t just any airport. It was quiet, no crowd or noise. Just a sleek private terminal standing like a secret meant for only a few.
“What is this place?” I asked sharply.
The chauffeur said nothing, stepping out and opening my door.
I hesitated, then stepped out, my heels clicking against the pavement as panic slowly crept in. My eyes scanned the area and then I saw it.
A private jet caught my breath.
“No,” I muttered. “No, no, no.”
Before I could turn back, gentle but firm hands guided me forward. I resisted, my heart pounding as we walked toward a more secluded area of the terminal.
I glanced at him as he stood there casually, dressed in black trousers and a fitted shirt with the sleeves rolled up. His sunglasses were pushed up onto his head, his posture relaxed like this was just another normal day for him.
“What is going on?” I demanded the moment I reached him. “William, I don’t even have my passport and he smirked.
Slowly, he pulled something out of his pocket and held it up, making my mouth go wide open.
“How did you…” My voice cracked. “You went into my house?”
“I told you I would handle everything,” he replied calmly. Rage flooded through me.
“You crossed the line,” I snapped. “I am not traveling anywhere with you. This was not our agreement.”
“I said a date,” he said smoothly. “I never said where.”
I shook my head furiously. “I am not going anywhere.” I turned to leave, but his hand caught my wrist, pulling me back before I could take a second step.
“William!” I yelled. “Let me go!”.
But with one swift motion, he lifted me off the ground like I weighed nothing. I gasped, hitting his chest weakly as he started walking toward the jet.
“Put me down!” I screamed, struggling. “I’m not going!”
“You are very dramatic,” he said lazily. I kicked, pushed, and cursed but it didn’t matter.
He carried me straight into the private jet and the door closed behind us.
Fury exploded inside me.
“I hate you!” I yelled, hitting his chest again. “You are insane!”
He ignored it all, strapping me into a seat despite my resistance.
“I am not sitting here,” I snapped, trying to stand.
He leaned down, his face suddenly inches from mine, his expression darkening.
“If you don’t calm down,” he said quietly, “I will call your fiancé right now and tell him exactly where you are.” Tears burned my eyes, instantly frustrated at this moment.
“Stop,” I whispered. “Please.” and then he paused.
Then, slowly, he pulled out a handkerchief and gently wiped the tears from my face, his touch was infuriatingly gentle.
“I promise,” he murmured, “you are going to love the place.”
I laughed bitterly now staring at him. “What am I supposed to tell Levi when he comes back?”
William straightened. “Tell him whatever you want. I don’t care.”
That only made me angrier.
“You are getting into my head,” I yelled. “I can’t wait for all this to be over.” But he said nothing.
The flight attendants moved around quietly, checking everything as the jet prepared for takeoff. The hum of the engines filled the cabin, vibrating beneath my feet.
I crossed my arms tightly, staring ahead, refusing to look at him.
Moments later, the jet lifted.
The force pressed me back into the seat, my stomach flipping as we ascended. I closed my eyes, exhausted, angry, and powerless.
The flight was short and at the same time silent, it was more like he knew I was annoyed.
Barely an hour later, the plane descended smoothly and my heart started racing again as we landed. All my head was on exactly what Levi would think.
Not quite long the pilot’s voice came through. “Welcome... We have arrived, Ivory Bay.” and I froze instantly.
My eyes widened as realization hit me.
I had talked about it once and always dreamed about visiting. I planned to come someday but never had the chance.
I turned slowly to William, my breath caught in my throat.
He was already watching me and smiling, the mother fucker read my Diary.
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