Chapter-19🌜I like girls.
William's POV
Damn... never in my life did I think I would be sitting on a man's passenger seat, who called me a fucking 'princess' while simpering.
Still... Here I am going to the airport with the very same man. The drive is quiet.
Too quiet for my liking, because when I am alone-I can bear silence.
But when I am with someone, I just feel so gauche and abashed.
Or...maybe that's what bullying does to you.
There's no music playing inside the car and no words spoken by either of us since he started the car. I won't say anything though. I have too many pride issues and embarrassment-phobia for that.
Is that even a word?
Oh God... am I actually making words now? Have I lost it this much... ugh!
Fuck it, "How long is the drive?" I enquire. While still looking out of the window.
He turns his head in my direction and I can literally feel his burning stare on me. But I don't look at him.
"Just 40 minutes-" I can literally hear the smugness in his voice as he pauses to get a reaction out of me and then completes, "more."
Fuck... the way he drawled that more. I hate him! Ugh he loves to boil my blood!
I turn back to him and fire a, "can you be any less nettlesome?"
"We are literally getting married and ugh!" I put my face in my hands with frustration.
"Damn, it will be so hard..." He mock-pouts and then adds, "but I will try for you princess..." A wicked smile curves his lips.
Again princess, "UGHHH! I am marrying a toddler!" I release an exasperated groan.
"That's disturbing..." He remarks.
"You know what else is more disturbing-" I say every word with agitation.
"-let me guess...hmm... Me!" He interjects. He looks proud and not at all bothered.
Unlike me...
Of course he would be unbothered. Who would be worried if everything is going according to their plan?
After that I stay quiet and look back outside.
"You know you should be glad, I brought this car and not some sports car." He quips while looking straight ahead.
"Otherwise how will we be able to carry your two suitcases?"
"Simple, I would have taken my own car." I answer without looking at him.
"Ooh, smartass huh?" He remarks. "But then what will people say... grooms coming separately and all that."
The way he says the word grooms just hits something inside me.
Grooms.
And tomorrow... we will be husbands.
I freeze completely except for my feet which I unknowingly start to bounce.
Zane looks back at me and I can feel his gaze, but I am too numb to care about it.
"William ar-"
"Drive." I take a sharp inhale. "Just drive." My lips quiver as I try to calm my breathing and stop the upcoming tears.
I can't cry.
I can't show weakness.
I have to be stronger than that.
Zane follows and the rest of the thirty minutes are spent in total silence. Both thinking about their own stuff.
I peek a glance in his direction and see his sharp profile completely focused on the way. Okay, so at least he will not get us killed...
But I also see, he looks kinda lost. Like something is going inside his mind.
Though damn his instincts, because he catches me in just a second of me staring at him. And our eyes meet and damn...
His eyes look so gentle, so comforting. As if these hunter eyes are not of an actual hunter.
He tilts his face a little but not with his earlier smugness but as if asking me, "are you okay?" wordlessly.
And don't question me, how I can read his gestures. But I just blink my eyes slowly, once. As if to say, "yes."
All of this exchange was spontaneous and happened in just a moment so when my senses actually come back... I just break the eye contact and look at the trees running behind.
Following a period of indefinite quiet, the drive from Park Avenue involves crossing the George Washington Bridge, transitioning from Manhattan's skyscrapers to the low-lying marshlands and industrial warehouses of Bergen County.
And I just watch them all come and then get left behind as we move forward. My head resting against the window and my mind in some other world.
We finally reach our destination, and I read the name on the board, Teterboro Airport. And we don't stop there only, we go straight towards a corporate building, which looks like a FBO.
There are so many planes around us, but they don't look commercial-they look more like private jets.
And my eyes just roam around, but then we stop at-I read the name and it says-Jet aviation.
"We are going from a private jet?" I ask him with bewilderment.
"Yes". He says, while unhooking his seat belt.
Damn such a show off...
Of course Mr. Billionaire won't travel with common peasants.
"It's for safety and efficiency." He says as if he can read my mind.
"Hmm..." That's all I can say, while I unhook my belt and-
Wait, why the fuck is he outside my car door? Is he gonna do what I am thinking he's doing-
But, no he doesn't do that. In fact he goes to the valet, standing just a few feet away to give him the car keys.
And I don't know how I feel about this. Is it disappointment? But I don't have anything to be disappointed about...
It's just business.
A set up arranged by him and my dad...
I am straight. I have always liked girls and I always will.
He's my enemy. My biggest fucking enemy.
So what if he pulled my chair once and called me princess...
Things won't change.
Damn... what the fuck is wrong with me these days? I come out of my car and see the staff pulling out our luggage from the trunk.
There are two of my suitcases, one red and white. And then there's a single one which is bigger than mine, it's jet black in colour and I can tell it's Zane's.
Zane comes in my direction and stands closer, although there's still modest space between us. "Our flight will be ready to take off in 45 minutes, the boarding will take around fifteen minutes." He tells me.
"Do you wanna go sit inside the lounge?" He asks me. "We will be there for just a while, so we can grab some snacks and coffee."
"Hmm...will they have chai?" I ask without thinking. Fuck.
Zane gives me a boyish grin and says, "I guess. You like chai over coffee, huh?"
"Anyday! Chai is the best." I tell him.
"Hmm, I would agree to disagree..." He says teasingly.
"Whatever. You have no taste..." I roll my eyes. "I am sure you are like those kind of guys who drink black coffee while reading finance reports."
"Well, going stereotypical, are we?" He quips.
"So I am right, huh?" This time I smirk.
I knew he would be like one of those finance bros.
"I like to call it espresso, and yes."
"Gee! At least add some milk in it..." I wrinkle my nose, "Why go straight up black?"
"Racism is not good, William." He tells me with utmost seriousness.
And the guy who's carrying out suitcases now, gives me a nasty glare while making his way inside. He is black.
Of course he's black...
"Woah- what...I am not ...fuck" I stutter as he goes inside and his back profile fades.
Fuck me now. 'Hey bhagwan konse paap kiye the maine?!' I look up and ask god straight up.
And Zane beside me just tuts at me, "tsk-tsk, you hurt that poor guy..." he says with a pout and his eyes twinkling, contradicting his words.
"I hate you! I am literally half-brown!" I huff out, as if it makes it any better...
"Poor guy... he would be feeling so bad right now." Oh God, now he's making me feel like such a shitty person.
And I didn't even do shit wrong. It's him.
It's always fucking him.
I don't wait for him and go straight inside. Ugh! I just need to catch some air and some much needed peace.
The atmosphere around me is not crowded at all. Unlike commercial airports, it just feels noiseless.
There's no long lanes or constant announcements. Just a hushed environment and barely any people.
I turn away from the main concierge desk toward the back gallery. There are huge floor to ceiling windows with a perfect view of million-dollar Gulfstreams taxis.
And as there are not many people around, my mind goes back to him...
Why does he always have to be so annoying?! Ughhh!
First the murder then the marriage and now he has started teasing me and humiliating me too...
I hate him!
I hate him!
I hate him!
I chant with a flaring nose and crossed arms as I turn back to go get some snacks before the flight, and guess who I turn into...
In whose rock hard chest do I hit my head with?
The bane of my existence. My groom.
SELFISH ASSHOLE BELLADONNA.
A/N??
This was the chapter, and yup they are on their way now.
Question, do you like black coffee ??
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