Fleur's POV:
We were leaving today, for La. I haven't been there before, in fact I've never been on a plane before. I've never actually been outside New York, even when Alberto gave me to his partners they were all here, but I've always wanted to go to La. Way before I was taken by Alberto, but I wasn't stupid I know how expensive it was to live there and I never had the chance to go. Now I don't know how to feel about the whole
thing, should I be excited or should I be nervous, I have no idea.
I've packed some of the clothes and stuff me and Nina got in one of her travel bags, since I didn't own one and I don't know why we didn't think of buying one three days ago in the mall. Doesn't matter anymore really, she has hundreds of these pretty sure she will forget she ever had this one the moment we are outside the house. She isn't coming though, something about not being in the mood, which is weird because Nina and not being in the mood don't sound right in the same sentence.
Leo isn't coming either, since last time I almost ran away from Enzo, and even though he still got me, Fillip doesn't trust him with the house alone, so he left Leo along. Christian and Luc were not going to give up the chance of going partying in La obviously so they came along.
Christian and Luc rode in another car together, while me and Fillip rode in the same black Mercedes me, Nina and Leo rode in three days ago. I didn't know it was his car, but I should have guessed. It's luxurious, his style, expensive and black, fits every category doesn't it?
"You're nervous." Fillip says without even looking at me, I kinda was , as I said I've never been on a plane before I don't know what to expect. Not only that, but also I'm going to be accompanying him. Fillip De Marco. The don of New York, he's even aiming to be the don of all the families in America, not really sure someone who looks like me is the right person to be in that party with him.
"I'm not." I answer him trying to dismiss it while my legs go bizarre as they shake.
Landing firmly on my shaking leg, his hand stopped my legs movement, and he still didn't even look at me. "You're annoying me." He says a second later, his hand still on my leg, so that's his excuse, fine.
"You are too,"
"Do I look like I care?"
"Forgive me for thinking you were a person capable of human emotions." That earns me a smirk. He enjoys this way too much, more than he should be. I'm not amusing him, I'm supposed to make him angry, yet he seems to take most insults I throw in his way lightly. Now that makes me angry. I try to move his hand away but it tightens around my leg, he isn't going to let go.
"You are overreacting by the way, it's nothing to he afraid of really."
"I'm not afraid."
"Nervous."
"I'm not nervous"
"Sure cause your legs like to dance on their own..." he finally turns around to look at me for the first time since we rode this car. "What is it?" He asks.
"What is what?"
"What are your questions what is making you nervous."
"I said I'm not-"
"Just answer the question."
"...I've never been on a plane before," I wasn't about to tell him that I think I'm not good enough to be in his stupid party.
"You haven't?" I shake my head, "what do you think could happen that's making you nervous?"
"I don't know, anything."
"Nothing will happen Fleur don't worry."
"Because you can stop a plane from falling." He chuckles then turns his head to look out of the window.
"Just enjoy how it feels and don't overthink...and you're going to look great in that party." He adds at the end and I snap my head looking at him. What the hell. How did he even know what I was thinking of, I'm pretty sure I'm not that readable, or maybe I am.
We stay silent for the rest of the ride to the airport, his hand also stayed in it's place on my leg, never moving away. I didn't mind it, it was calming.
When we reached the airport, our bags where taken from the car trunks and then we continued inside. Luc and Christian were already there waiting for Fillip with other guards. The thing is that we actually entered the airport. Not just the parking, no the place where take off itself takes place, is where we entered. That's so we could directly get on Fillip's private plane. I mean if that's not ridiculously rich I don't know what is.
(Imagine there are two chairs instead of one beside each other.)
I almost stop breathing when I see how the plane looks from the inside. Soft lights in the ceiling illuminate the inside, but mostly it's the sunlight coming through the windows that is making this place bright. The chairs look so comfortable I wanted to jump on one immediately, but I had to contain myself.
When we enter the plane Fillip takes a seat in one of the two chairs in front front, and he keeps staring, we hold eye contact until it's so hard for me to breath I look away. Luc and Christian relax on a coach on the other side of the chairs, thank god no one of them came and sat next to me.
Then a flight attendant with the biggest smile and the whitest teeth I've ever seen comes into view. She also has the fakest...everything really. I feel like throwing up watching what's happening.
She closes in on Fillip winking, so he smiles at her back. God I feel genuinely sick. Lowering her self down, she puts all her pressure on one hand and starts to pour his wine, then surprise surprise, she deliberately slips her hands. The wine falls on Fillip's white shirt. Which was weird he usually wears dark colors. I guess that's what one gets for change.
The red wine starts spreading through the white shirt, and it looks unpleasant. It looks like blood. I stare at it and I get reminded of a lot of things I don't like, things I would love for myself to forget, thing I don't want to think of when I'm supposedly on vacation. It makes me even more nauseated that it's on Fillip. God not the time, not the time at all.
The flight attendant exaggeratingly gasps covering her mouth with her hands, "Oh my gosh did I spill something on you? I'm so sorry." She starts reaching for the handkerchief on the table in front of Fillip and I roll my eyes at her.
"Yes only half the bottle," the woman snaps her head glaring at me. Yeah whatever she's planning, not going to happen. I stand up snatching the handkerchief before she reaches it and her mouth drops open. Walking past her I bump into her shoulder, and I'm sure she knows I meant it.
I kneel in front off Fillip, between his opened legs, and start dabbing the handkerchief on his stained chest. Looking down at me between his legs he smirks, shifting on his chair slowly getting way too comfortable. I realize the position I put myself in but I'm not going to change it, not now. I just pray to god that my cheeks aren't as red as the stains on his chest.
"Knock it off," I whisper at him and his smirk grows wider as he shifts again. God this man doesn't let a thing go does he? I turn around to the flight attendant's red face. I'm pretty sure she's pissed I took away her chance of sex on a plane. smiling at her I say, "you can go back to whatever you were doing I got it from here." Her face grows even more redder and I swear she was just about to jump on me. Her body inches forward a bit then she remembers where she is, fixes her uniform, gave us a forced smile and left.
The moment she's out of sight I threw the handkerchief at Fillip, stood up, and got back to my seat saying, "have some shame."
He laughs, "what did I do?"
"Nothing you just enchant women with your eyes, and what are you two laughing at?" I ask Luc and Christian.
"Jeez you're ruthless," Christian replied
"Well I know my enchantment seems to work on every one but you." Fillip adds.
"You wish right?"
He ignored me completely saying, "If you are going to stop other people from having that pleasure you better make up for it sweetheart." I go silent completely my face growing even more hotter. Damn him.
"I'm not making up for anything."
"Sure," he says and continues what I started dabbing the handkerchief trying to clean his shirt.
After a while, the pilots voice blasts through the speakers saying that take off is in 10 minutes, that the flight is about 5 hours and a half. That's a lot. And that he wishes a safe good flight. I doubt I'm going to have a good flight after what I saw earlier.
The flight attendant from earlier appeared again then, coming with a new bottle of wine and starts pouring some for everyone. She starts with Fillip and she thankfully doesn't try another stunt or I would have thrown her out of this plane myself. I'm not tolerating this shit, and I'm not going to have to listen to them for five hours.
She then approached me and hesitated a bit, "what are you going to spill wine on me too?" I ask her again and she frowns at me. I hear Christian laughing from the coach and I smile a bit at myself. She doesn't spill the wine, good for her own sake, and instead starts pursuing Christian and Luc. Both.
Much for my dismay and wish for peace christian gets up with her and goes behind a curtain. Which from what little I saw had a bed behind. I groan not even wanting to know what happened next.
The plane starts to take off and my legs start to shake again, my mind starts going numb and I forget about Christian and the flight attendant, closing the window beside me.
"That's a shame," he says. I wish he would just leave me alone.
"What is?"
"Not seeing how beautiful the world looks from above," Fillip says, starting to get up from his own chair, sitting on the one next to mine instead. His hand moves across my body and reopens the window again, he lingers there for a second. His hand on me like that, while looking at me. "Just watch," he tells me and I listen to his words with uncertainty.
For a second we are still rising up and my ears hurt a little from the pressure, I don't particularly see anything special. Then once we are completely up in the air, things start to clear up and I see the clear blue skies. It's a beautiful sunny day for a December and the clouds seem so peaceful. Puffs of them blown in different parts of the sky. It's not just beautiful it's actually magical witnessing this. It's stunning.
A smile creeps on my face involuntarily and Fillip speaks again, "I told you," he finally moves his hand away from my body and I didn't even know it was there all that time. He had it there as we took off. I feel heat for the third time on my face today and I ignore it instead saying.
"Are you going to keep sitting right here."
"It's my private plane Fleur you know that right?"
"There are ten different seats and you choose this one."
"Again, mine." He repeats coldly. He isn't getting up but it was well worth the try.
I feel myself starting to get tired and my head falling a bit. I did wake up early for this flight and I didn't sleep all night thinking about this party we are going to. I slowly start to doze off, not having enough energy to care about La, the party or even Fillip who is seated next to me anymore.
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"Fleur, Fleur wake up," I hear someone breath in my ear, making me jump on my chair.
"What- what is happening is the plane falling." I ask looking around.
"No, the plane isn't falling we are here already," Fillip says beside me amusingly. Nothing is funny.
"We are?" I look at the window and the plane had indeed already landed, I look at Fillip and he motions for me to get up, so I do. He gets up with me and we start walking down the stairs of the plane. I'm guessing Luc and Christian already left since they weren't up there when we got down.
That's it, I'm in La , the city I've always wanted to visit but I don't have enough time to look around since we get in the car quickly since the sun as about to set and it was already cold. The party is tomorrow, 8pm to be exact, and I still don't know how to feel about it, but I'm doing it anyway. I have too, not like I have a choice. Despite that, I want to like it. I have a right to enjoy normal things in life like a party. Although an Italian Mob ball isn't the most normal thing, it is as close as it can get to normal so I'm taking that. I start to think a little bit positively about the whole trip...