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“Where are we going?” I ask, narrowing my eyes at him, both hands wrapped around the coffee mug.
“Just pack your things. Warm weather. Something to swim in. Whatever you forget, we can get there. But you need to hurry. The pilot is already prepping the plane, and I want to get going.”
Fuck it.
Whatever.
If it turns out he’s up to something and Jaroslav hasn’t agreed to this, it’ll be on him, not me. I can blame it all on Diomid.
My heart somersaults excitedly.
I’m going on a spontaneous adventure. This is most certainly not how I expected today to start!
Chapter 9 - Diomid
Ever since she went back to her brother’s place, I couldn’t get her out of my mind. All I want, for reasons I’m not ready to admit, is to have her with me again. I want her all to myself. That’s why I came up with the idea of taking her away from the city. It’s just another way for me to steal her attention and be selfish with her.
The private jet doesn’t look like a jet at all inside.
It’s designed for comfort, style, and relaxation, no matter where you’re traveling.
It has a similar layout to an apartment. With a living area, comfortable sofas, a dining table, a small but luxurious bathroom, and a bedroom in case it’s a long flight and you want to rest.
The flight we’re taking today isn’t long, though.
Angelika steps onto the plane and looks around, impressed, but not for long enough to stop her insistent line of questioning that’s been going on for the entire drive here, and apparently, now it’s going to continue on the plane.
“Where are we going, though?” she asks for the hundredth time.
“I told you, just think of it as a surprise holiday.” I follow her onto the plane and take a seat on a sofa. She’s still looking around, taking it all in.
“What did Jaroslav say when you suggested this? Surely he didn’t agree so easily?”
“Actually, your brother thought it was a brilliant idea. He likes the idea of you being out of the city, away from the danger, until things are fully sorted.”
“How long is that?” she asks, sitting down on the sofa nearest the window and leaning toward it to peer out at the runway.
One of the hostesses walks in wearing a white uniformed dress and offers us drinks before we take off. She seems to catch Angelika’s attention for some reason. Her eyes trace up and down the air hostess.
“Thanks, Lilly, you can bring us the menu once we’re in the air. In the meantime, a bottle of champagne.”
Lilly nods, smiling at me.
From the corner of my eye, I notice Angelika rolling her eyes.
Once the hostess has left again, I turn to her with my eyes narrowed. “What was that about?” I ask as the pilot announces that we’re about to take off.
“Can you be any more cliché?” she scoffs. “Hot, blonde air hostess in a mini skirt. Do I even want to know what’s happened on these sofas?” She looks at the pillows next to her and pulls a face.
“Does it bother you, Angelika? To think that you weren’t the first woman I took home?” I laugh. “It’s not like you haven’t been with other guys before me,and—it’s not like there’s even anything going on between us.”
She bites her bottom lip, and her cheeks turn so red it confuses me. What a strange and intense reaction.
At that moment, Lilly returns with our champagne. She is about to pop the cork when I take it from her. She’s interrupting something important here. “Thanks, I’ll do this, you can go,” I tell her, wanting to find out what’s going on with Angelika.
Lilly leaves again, and the plane begins its takeoff.
I wait until we’re in the air. Angelika has still not said a word and is sheepishly keeping her eyes locked on the window to avoid looking at me. I find her amusing; her quiet, cheeky silence captivates me.
