Some officials came from behind the wired gates. They immediately opened the gate when they saw Don.
"Good day, sir!" They both greeted as he drove past them hurriedly.
This seemed to be a private side of an airport. No actual planes where there, only open hangers with luxurious jets in them.
Don drove past the hanger and stopped in front of a black jet that was already on the runway.
The initials 'D. A. S' were engraved in white on it.
He stepped out of his car along with Anaya to the greetings of a number of people.
"Andrew will come by later today. Give him the keys and tell him to park the car in my office" he instructed one of the workers.
Anaya stole a glance at him and noticed that his green eyes were now holding their usual coldness, unlike the soft ones he had shown her when they were together in the car.
Once they were seated, Don relaxed into the softness of the chair and closed his eyes. All the pointers of exhaustion she saw earlier at the cafe were back, more visible than ever.
"Please fasten your seat belts, sir. We are about to take off"
"Are you okay?" he hummed. "It has just been a hectic day "
The jet took off some minutes later, and only then was Don relieved.
"This flight is about 4-5 hours. If you want to rest, your chair is a sleeper chair. Just push that" he said and pointed to a lever beside her.
She nodded and pushed it. And as he said, it immediately became a bed.
She fell into the bed dramatically and allowed the celestial softness to seep into her skin as a satisfied grin played over her face.
"Why does it seem as though this sleeper chair is softer than the beds in your villa?" "Because they are" "Why would you do that? You're basically enjoying more than us and that's not fair" she pouted.
"That's because I travel a lot, and I get most of my rest during my flights. So I need to be at the peak of my comfort to enjoy the little time I have for that" he explained and snapped his fingers, signalling for the attendant to come.
"I haven't seen you travel sinc we got married"
'Married!' There was something strange about the way that word rolled off her tongue. The knowledge she had of her being 'married' to him, and the feeling of saying it out loud was obsessive.
'Married. Married. Married. Married'
"Yeah. I couldn't for a while because of some health complications" he replied.
"An unknown enemy opened fire on us at our shipping company at the borders of the Atlantic ocean a week before the Masquerade ball"
Typical mafia life!
Always in danger, always alert!
"I got shot in the process of defending myself and nearly bled to death" She gasped as horror filled her face.
The attendant brought a bottle of alcohol with a glass and placed beside him.
"Do you want to eat anything?" Naya shook her head. The attendant bowed and left.
"Since it was a direct hit to my kidney. It was lethal so I underwent a kidney transplant and was still hospitalised for a few days before going home" he paused.
"Your mum and siblings must have been worried sick over you"
Strange how that sentence felt like an anchor that had been dropped in his stomach, causing a huge empty hole. He sighed, reached for the bottle of alcohol beside him and poured it into his glass.
"She doesn't know about it. As a matter of fact, she doesn't care to know anything about us" he said flatly but with bitterness.
"You can't say that about your own mother" she scolded.
"And now you're sounding like Isa" he chuckled.
"You don't know her. Her social and fashion life are the most important thing to her. More important than her family, more important than her husband, more important than her children" his face softened into a pained expression.
Seeing him so pained and hurt made her heart ache to kiss him and assure him that what he thought of his mum was not true.
He became conscious of how vulnerable he was at that moment and wore back his cold and stony face.
"That was a mistake. You weren't supposed to hear that" he said coldly and pushed the lever of his own chair, causing it to change into the bed.
He then he took off his tie and jacket, rolled his sleeves to his elbow, revealing his veiny arms, raked his hand through his dark hair and slowly unbuttoned his shirt halfway, giving her a clear peek of his chest.
Heat mixed with colour slowly began rising up her body until it reached her face.
She looked around and saw that no one was there with them.
It would be the best time to lay a kiss, run her hands over his chest, shoulder and into his hair, and maybe...
"Enjoying the view, love?" he smirked.
"Don't flatter yourself. I was just thinking of how shameless you were to be showing your body like this when there are other people in this plane as well" she tore her eyes away from his chest.
He chuckled and placed his arms behind his head, causing the muscles in his arm to flex.
"Well, after getting back from the hospital, Andrew and Isa suggested I recover fully before I get back to working in the business" he continued.
"Let me guess... You were adamant on staying home so you went to the office anyway" she guessed and rolled her eyes,
"No. I made Andrew arrange an office for me in one of the rooms in the villa so I could work at home before I would be strong enough to get back to the risky and dangerous life of a mafia leader... I was completely drained after the surgery that I found it stressful to have attended that ball",
"But I'm lucky I did. If not I wouldn't have met you"
"You're lucky I didn't know about that. I wouldn't have allowed you leave your room"
"As if you'd be able to stop me. If I kiss you the same way I did yesterday or even harder..." he brought his hands to her face and traced her bottom lip gently.
She couldn't stop herself from admiring his face, his perfectly curved lips and his deep penetrative eyes that were fixed ever so lustfully on her lips.
His tongue slid across his lips hungrily as he inched closer to her face.
'He wants to kiss me! He wants to kiss me, right? Aghh! Just kiss me already!'
Their faces were so close that his lips were practically brushing hers.
She closed her eyes and waited for him to kiss her, waited to feel that spark she felt when their lips touched, waited to feel that flame of desire to rekindle with his kiss.
And it went like that... Waiting, waiting, waiting,
But nothing happened!!
She opened her eyes with disappointment and found him already staring at her with hungry eyes and clenched jaws.
He removed his finger from her lips and leaned back into his chair.
She felt like a fool, or like a pathetic hopeless romantic dying for a guy's kiss. {Even though that was true anyway}
A guy who she barely knows.
She felt even angrier at him for leaving her like that and he couldn't even say anything.
She felt so infuriated that she could just smash her lips into his in an angry kiss.
But-"Why?"-was all she could bring out of her mouth.
"What do you mean by 'why'?"
"Why did you leave me hanging like that. You were about to kiss me... weren't you?" she felt vulnerable and awkward at the same time.
And it felt like hell.
She should have just stayed quiet, and now she was regretting it.
A little amused grin formed on his gorgeous face as he refilled his glass of alcohol once more.
She frowned, not finding anything funny about 'their' situation.
"Yes I was about to kiss you," he admitted and brought the glass up to his mouth, "But the problem is that if I do, I don't know if I will be able to stop" he continued.
"If I have just a little taste of your sweet lips, I won't be able to control myself and we might as well say that we are gonna send this jet and every one inside into a frenzy because of our loud moans and gasps. And we wouldn't want that to happen" he warned and finished the alcohol 8n his glass in one gulp.
' Onestamente mi piacerebbe che ciò accadesse proprio adesso {'d honestly love for that to happen now}'
She pursed her lips into a thin line, lay back down into the sleeper chair, and pulled the blanket she had been given over herself.
Why was she acting this way? Why did she want him so much?
It was lust of course, but never had she ever been so lustfull of someone in her entire life, she definitely wouldn't allow him wasn't to be the first.