his golden cage , mr jordan doesn't give up

abroad

you don't need to pack anything, everything you need will be provided.

go grab your passport " I didn't let his words rest i sprinted to my suite case.

Jordan was amused by my high spirit, i didn't look like the same person who was scared to death a few minutes ago".

the cars where already out side waiting before i got there.

stepped onto the private plane, and my breath caught instantly.

The cabin was sleek and quiet, leather seats gleaming under soft lights, the hum of luxury vibrating in the air.

I froze, eyes wide.

“First time on a private plane?”

His voice was low, smooth, with that subtle edge that made it impossible to ignore.

He didn’t wait for an answer, just stepped closer, his presence pressing around me like a living barrier.

I nodded, my words stuck somewhere in my throat. “I… I’ve never… it’s—wow.”

He didn’t smile—he didn’t need to. “Don’t just stare. Sit.

” His tone wasn’t rude, but it left no room for argument.

My pulse spiked as I obeyed, sinking into the soft leather with a shiver.

He circled around to sit across from me, eyes sharp, watching every small movement I made.

“Look at me,” he said suddenly. I raised my gaze, and the weight in his eyes made me feel like he could see everything—my excitement, my nervousness, my curiosity.

“I want to know you’re paying attention. Not just.. he paused.

I swallowed hard, my heart hammering. “I… okay,” I whispered.

He leaned back slightly, one arm resting on the seat next to me, but his presence felt like a command.

“Good,” he said. “Because from now on, you’re with me. You follow my lead.

Understand?”why was everything a command when am with him.

“Yes,” I breathed, a strange thrill coursing through me.

The plane had barely lifted off when he leaned forward, his eyes locking onto mine.

“Sit closer,” he said, voice low, controlled, almost a command that left no room for hesitation I froze for a second, heart racing.

“Closer?” I whispered, feeling both nervous and… something else I couldn’t name.

“Yes,” he said, his dark gaze fixed on me.

“Right here.” He patted the seat next to him.

I obeyed, sliding over until my shoulder brushed against his.

The contact sent a jolt through me I wasn’t expecting.

He didn’t flinch, didn’t move away.

Instead, he rested one arm along the back of the seat, just barely brushing against me in a way that was deliberate, controlling.

“Relax,” he murmured, almost teasing, though the dominance in his tone made it impossible to argue.

“You’re with me. No one can touch you. Not here. Not now.”

I swallowed, trying to steady my racing pulse.

“I… okay,” I managed to say, my voice trembling just slightly.

He smirked faintly, sensing my reaction.

My eyes roamed the sleek cabin again, but my attention kept snapping back to him—his presence, his control, the way he made every moment feel charged.

For the rest of the flight, he remained close, always just a fraction of a movement away, guiding, watching, controlling—but never overtly harsh.

Every word, every gesture reminded me who was in charge.

And I realized, with both dread and thrill, that I didn’t just want to resist him. I wanted to see how far this would go.

soon they wheeled in the small dining table folded down smoothly, and I stared at the spread of food like a child in a candy shop.

Fine china, polished silver, every detail pristine ,my excitement bubbled… and he noticed immediately.

“Don’t just stare,” he said, voice low and commanding. “eat"

I obeyed, he served he first, small gesture, but precise, deliberate, and undeniably dominant yet everything he did was so charming.

“Relax,” he said, his dark eyes catching mine.

I nodded, heart still hammering, and picked up my fork. Every bite felt charged, every glance at him electric.

By the time the meal was finished, I was acutely aware of the small space between us, the magnetic pull of his presence, and the dangerous thrill that came with knowing he would never let me go… not anywhere.

The cabin lights dimmed slightly, casting a soft glow over everything.

The quiet hum of the plane filled the space, but it wasn’t enough to drown out the tension sitting between us.

I shifted in my seat, trying to focus on anything other than him. It didn’t work.

“Come here.”