"Hey sleepy head." Damien muttered as his glided
his fingers against her cheeks as she awoke.
"Wake up, we have reached the airport." Beatrix stirred in her sleep and slowly opened her eyes.
She saw Damien face just a few inches away from her and she blinked, her cheeks turning a slight shade of red.
"Sorry I fell asleep." She said as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes.
"It's alright. Let's go."
Beatrix looked through the car window and saw that they were at a private hanger.
Multiple jet planes were situated inside. A dark private jet was positioned on the runway, ready for takeoff.
Hesitantly, she climbed out of the car when Damien opened the door for her and the driver helped her with her suitcase.
Damien turned to take a second look at her
before placing his hands into his pocket and clenching his jaw.
His eyes bore into hers for a second too
long until he refocused his attention back to the driver.
"Let's go."
The driver nodded and hauled Beatrix's suitcase behind them.
Beatrix turned to glance at Damien wondering about the thoughts hidden inside his mysterious mind and why he was bent on marrying a boring person like her.
Also, for being the leader of one of the most dangerous mafia in the world, Beatrix was surprised that Damien had no security men with him apart from the driver who had brought them to the airport.
Was he too confident or what? Well Beatrix didn't know.
Beatrix snapped out of her thoughts when she felt Damien's hand on the small of her back and
the smell of his cologne settled in around her.
She flushed slightly, he smelled so good she couldn't help herself but take a deep breath to calm down her nerves.
She slightly turned her head and looked up into his eyes and he did the same before he cleared his throat and instructed her to be careful while stepping on the railings leading inside the plane.
When they entered the plane, a woman was there to greet them with a man standing beside her "good morning Sir"
He smiled at Damien.
Damien nodded in response, "Is everything set, Mark?" Damien asked.
"Yes Sir, we are taking off in 15 minutes."
The man turned to Beatrix and smiled at her, "Good morning, Ma'am."
"Good morning," Beatrix replied and returned the smile.
The jet was roomy and spacious with large reclinable seats arranged in rows of two. There was a bar at the end of the jet and tablet behind every seat.
The interior was a clean white and the oval windows lined on each side of the jet, allowed the perfect amount of light to brighten up the space.
"Wait for me for a while. I will just have a talk with the crew and I will be right away with you."
Beatrix nodded before she turned to pick one of the open seats onboard. Although the flight was equipped with everything to make one feel upmost
comfort, it was the last thing on Beatrix's mind.
It was her first time that she was going to live with someone else. Her father and brothers wouldn't be around. She already missed them.
She sat down slowly, glancing at Damien who was
talking with the others yet looking at her.
After a couple minutes, Damien ended the conversation, coming next to Beatrix and sitting
down besides her.
"Ready to go?" He asked, waiting for Beatrix to
reply, but no words left her mouth. All she could do
was nod in agreement before taking her eyes away
from Damien.
She was always afraid of the take off and landing of the plane. Ares would always hold her hands during their flight.
The pilot's voice came on through the intercom, asking them to fasten their seat belts.
Beatrix shakily reached for hers and dragged it across her lap before clicking it into place. Her hands shook slightly.
She took a deep breath when the jet initiated. At first, there was a whine due to the spin-up before the engines roared to life.
Beatrix pressed the back of her head against
her seat, stiffening against it and squeezed her eyes shut and grabbed onto her armrests, feeling on the verge of going into cardiac arrest as the plane picked up speed.
"Hey are you okay?" Damien asked softly.