I wanted to but I couldn't. I couldn't refuse Marcel's orders; it was almost like I was compelled to obey properly because I was fearful of him or maybe it's simply because I was secretly excited to accompany him to this unknown occasion so that I would have an excuse to stay by his side. I would argue it is the first but I won't be able to bet my life if it depends on it.
Marcel was already waiting for me inside the back seat of the black Chevrolet SUV that had been parked closer to the entrance of the mansion and as I came out of the building I could see two of his men standing close by the door and one of the men opened and held the door open until I got in before closing it shut.
"Drive."
Marcel instructed as soon as I sat down and the driver motioned the vehicle out of the compound and onto the road with four other vehicles following us behind as security escort.
As the vehicle moved through the roads and streets I became more and more anxious and nervous as to where we were actually heading to. I have no idea plus Marcel's silence wasn't really helping calm my nerves at all. He was acting like I wasn't even in the vehicle with him.
"You don't want to tell me where we are going but won't you at least tell me what event we are attending?" I said to him unable to hide my frown and he took his eyes to me.
I could see a mixture of annoyance and an unknown feeling in his eyes.
"It's an art exhibition," he replied calmly and I was quite surprised he answered me. I thought he would ignore or choose not to answer as he often does.
"Oh I see," I muttered.
Well it kinda makes sense that he would attend an art exhibition as he himself loves to paint and knowing this made me feel a little bit relaxed as I had already started having wild, weird thoughts that he was taking me to a place to sell me off…
As the vehicle continued to maneuver its way past other vehicles I found myself stealing glances of Marcel's side view and I was left questioning myself if he was a real person or an imaginary angel of beauty.
I couldn't find a single fault in his look even though I normally don't like muscular men and men who keep long hair like ladies but surprisingly these were the very features in him that I find captivating the most about him apart from his ocean blue eyes and his straight, thin nose with his razor sharp chin and jaw with his sexy red lips like strawberries. Don't forget his sweet, intoxicating scent.
What am I saying?! I practically find everything about him captivating. There is no exception however although he looks so attractive and appealing there is this underlying danger about him that truly scares me. This dangerous aura that emits from within him…
After some minutes on the road the vehicle pulled up into what looks like an airport.
Huh? What are we doing at an airport??
"Why are we here?" Stepping out of the vehicle I asked.
"I have told you already," he replied, sounding rather annoyed.
"Is the exhibition taking place in the airport?" I had to ask as I was confused.
"Have you seen an art exhibition taking place in an airport before?" He answered my question with a question of his own, making me look kinda stupid.
"I..I don't know but what are we doing here?" I asked rather stubbornly and just then.
"Boss, the pilot is ready," One of his men came to report.
"We are flying?" I muttered, finally grasping what was happening and I could see a faint smile on his face.
"Let's go," he instructed, his words echoing authority.
I walked by his side as we approached an elegant looking aircraft with six of Marcels walking alongside us like shields. The aircraft is beautiful and just looking at its design one could tell it's a private plane.
Marcel owns a private plane! Just how rich is this man? I was left baffled.
As we walked into the plane we were greeted by a pilot and two air hostesses at the entrance.
"Get her seated," Marcel said to one of the hostesses and he went with the pilot to the pilot chamber.
"Please come with me, miss," the hostess, who was slightly taller than me, said with a pretty smile.
She was putting on a smart,fitted white shirt and black short skirt with long heels. I guess we know why she is taller than me. However she does look beautiful and I love her hair as well as her slender shape.
I followed the hostess and she carried me to where I would sit. I have been in a plane so many times I have lost count but this was the first time I was entering a private plane and I was left stunned at the interior design and arrangement. It almost looks like I was in the sitting room of a 5 star hotel.
The couches were so comfy that as soon as I sat on them I was almost tempted to just rest my head and doze off.
"Would you like me to get you anything? A drink?" The air hostess asked, taking away from my thoughts.
"No thanks." I refused at first but then I realized this might be a long trip and I might later get thirty.
.
"Wait. Can I get a glass of water?" I requested.
"Sure," she smiled and walked away.
As the air hostess went to fetch me a glass of water I continued admiring the inside of the airplane. I still can't comprehend how beautiful and luxurious the plane is, however I could feel this tuck feeling in my heart as I looked outside the window and saw that the plane had started taxing down the runway.
Where exactly was he taking me to?
I know Marcel said we were going to a painting exhibition but he never really told me where exactly the exhibition is taking place. Is it another state? Country? Even worse. Is it another continent???
I had already started feeling anxious when the air hostess returned holding onto a transparent glass jug and glass cup on a tray. Carefully placing the tray on the table in front of me she flashed me a smile.
"Should I fill your glass?" She asked and I nodded.
"Thanks." I said softly, holding onto the glass as she filed it with water from the jug.
I thanked her once more when she was done and she smiled and walked away. "Do call me if you need my assistance with anything." She had said before leaving.
I took a little sip from the glass and kept it back on the table and then my eyes scanned my surroundings in a 180 degree movement of the head. I was all alone in this segment and I found myself craving company. Not the air hostess company or anyone else but that of Marcel's.
Strange I know even I myself am shocked about it but I was honestly missing him. Not that I love him or anything like that but It's better for him to be with me for the trip than for me to be left alone all by myself but I don't think he would be joining me. He probably just brought me on this trip to punish me and make me feel miserable…
"Hope you are comfortable?" Someone suddenly said from behind.
Speaking of the devil. I turned around to find Marcel standing by the door. He had taken off his coat so he was left with his undershirt that hugged his body so perfectly that all the hard curves of his body were visible.and two of the upper buttons of his shirt were left unbuttoned so part of his well built chest was showing.
Damn! So strong and firm.
All of a sudden the whole place became hot as I stared at his sexy physique droolingly and my throat went so dry that I had to sip another water from the glass again.
I felt ashamed of my inappropriate thoughts and behavior so I took my face away from him hoping Marcel wouldn't notice my weird l behavior. However Marcel walked forward and took his seat at the opposite couch beside me, relaxing his back comfortably on it with his legs crossed together like a boss.
"Are you alright?" He suddenly asked, making my heart jerk a bit.
Why is he asking me that?
"W.. What?.. Don't I look alright?" I questioned, wondering if he could tell I was having improper thoughts of him.
"You seem a bit nervous," he said with his eyes scrutinizing me in a way that made my heart race.
"Am I?" I swallowed.
"Could it be that you are afraid of flying?" He asked and I let out a concealed sigh of relief.
For a moment there I thought he knew I was admiring him inappropriately.
"No I am not scared of flying, I am just not comfortable flying when I don't know my intended destination," I said confidently with a slight tone of annoyance.
He was quiet for a while and I thought he had chosen to ignore my question like he often does when he doesn't want to give a reply, until...
"Rome."
"What?" I really didn't quite understand what he said so he repeated himself.
"Our destination is Italy, Rome." He said and my eyes dilated.