Chapter-20🌜 I dont need him.
William's POV
"Woah... are you okay?" Zane asks me.
And it's like I am dumped in a glacier. "Yeah..." I still don't pull back, as I am just stuck there.
Completely paralysed.
But then my remaining brain cell comes back and I scream out a "Urm, I am sorry."
Before pulling back and running away. Where? I don't know.
I am just running to escape him, because what the fuck? It's like escaping him is im-fucking-possible.
Like just leave me alone, dude!
I don't see where I am going but when I stop I see a sleek, marble-topped refreshment gallery where snacks like gold-wrapped shortbread, truffle-salted marcona almonds, and fresh fruit carpaccio are laid out.
Okay so at least there's food...
I mean I don't see traditional restaurants and stuff here. Like, I know in FBOs and stuff they focus on efficiency unlike commercials.
So I guess, that's my only option plus it looks kinda tempting, so I go there and pick some shortbread up and just while I am picking it-I see a beverage system.
Thank fucking god! I just hope it has that. So I go straight up there and search for it. Well damn there are so many options are they are all arranged in alphabetical order.
Hmm, let's start with 'C', because Chai starts with it. So I scroll and scroll and scroll, until 'D' starts...
What about 'T'? It means it's literally called Tea, right? So I search in that category too, but find nothing.
But just when I am starting to lose hope-I see they have a search bar on top. Fuck me! I swear, it wasn't there earlier!
I guess I can at least search 'chai' up here and find it. Because if they have literally fucking everything, and even straberry matcha, so they gotta have chai!
So I type it there and-
Yay! It's there.
I order one "Spiced Chai latte". And have to wait literally just three minutes, and it's served. I add some brown sugar in it.
I make my way towards this open garden here, to get some much needed peace. I didn't even know airports would have gardens in them. But then again-it's not a normal one.
I take a sip, and okay it's not like the authentic one and is still kinda bitter, but it will do. Like it was sunny earlier but now it's back to being windy.
NYC's weather is fucking unpredictable. Chai will help a lot with that.
I warm my now chilly hands with the hot cup. But just then a thought comes to my mind.
'If it's windy now, then how will the plane fly?'
Like the whole building has a centralised temperature control system, so I didn't feel the change in weather inside, but now...
Does that mean this marriage can be delayed-hell even cancelled?
Imagine every guest is there, even the families are there, but where are the grooms?
Well they are stuck because the weather said no. I grin, 'thank you, Indra dev!'
Now just rain-hmm, in this case, snowfall. A snowfall so hard that it automatically gets cancelled.
Oh God...that will be the only solution-wait Romie...
If this marriage doesn't happen, how will I take my revenge?
I need to marry him.
Besides it's the only way to get inside their family, otherwise getting even close to a fucking a mafia heir would be impossible.
I am just in my bubble when I hear someone clearing their throat. Just from the raspiness of his voice I can tell it's him. So I don't turn around.
He just comes forward and stands beside me. With a cup of-what I am assuming is his espresso.
Both of us look at the winter daphne and the gorgeous Christmas roses in front of us.
While enjoying the quietude of this beautiful garden.
These warm-toned flowers in this windy cool-toned weather are complementing each other.
The wind makes me shiver a little, got damn I shouldn't have worn a hoodie only. At least, I should have carried a jacket...
I mean I do have a jacket in my suitcase, but it's not here now.
Plus, even if it was-I am too lazy to actually open the suitcase and mess up the whole order just to pull out a jacket.
Which I am definitely gonna remove as soon as I go inside. I can bear some chill.
I rub my right upper arm to warm me a little while it holds the now half-empty cup.
I hear the footsteps of him moving back towards the couch near us and I assume he went there to sit down.
But the next moment-
He comes back with his black overcoat removed and the long length of it is now in his hands.
"May I?" He delicately poses the question. His voice is like a soft murmur to my ears.
Wait, is he actually asking me if he can put his coat on me? Why?
Oh yeah... he wouldn't want me to be Ill before the marriage.
It won't make him money...
"No. I am fine." I shake my head and turn around, "I am going inside."
I go back inside and the warmth hits me. See... I told him. I don't need it.
I didn't need him before, I don't need him now.
I make my way towards the sitting area in the lounge and just then a man who looks like he's in his mid-thirties comes up to me and says, "Excuse me, sir? I'm Officer Kayden Tod with Customs." The CBP officer introduces himself.
"I have the owner's documents, but I'm missing the primary ID for the second passenger. I need to verify your passport before I can release the flight plan." He continues.
"Sure." I put the cup down.
??
After I am done with the minor interrogation. I sit back down and pull out my phone to see if my playlist is ready for an eight hours and fifteen minutes flight.
And see it's perfectly fine. Just then a tall figure stands in front of me. And I see his polished black Oxfords with my head facing down.
"We are ready to take off." He tells me in an emotionless tone. The gentleness from his earlier offer is now gone.
That makes me feel a little guilty-like is he hurt?
But then it's gone. I don't care if he is hurt or not.
The wound he has left on me is much more painful than whatever damage his ego got, just because someone finally rejected him.
Fucking SBA being SBA.
"Okay." I stand up.
"Lead the way." I ask him, because I don't know where we are supposed to go.
But I still release an aggravated sigh when he nods and starts moving.
And I start following him until we stop in front of a huge white jet, the airstair of which is already opened and there's a captain standing in front of us.
Zane goes towards him but this time I wait-although now I regret it-so they talk for a while and then Zane starts walking up the boarding stairs.
So we are boarding? Okay. I follow him and walk up then too.
And I enter the vestibule. To the left is the flight deck, and to the right is the galley which looks like it's made up of marble.
I see a stack of convection ovens, microwaves, and an espresso maker tucked behind exotic wood cabinetry like chestnut.
When I move past the galley I enter an area-which looks like it's designed for work.
Work? Boring.
There are so many panoramic oval-shaped windows around though.
From where natural lighting is coming inside. And now I smell the subtle but sweet scent in here.
When I move a little I see some leather recliners which are a group of four and facing each other. They look handcrafted.
So I sit at the one closer to the window and stretch my back a little. The wedding is still about to happen and it's already been a hectic day.
I tilt my head a little and see there's a 43 inch television on a wall. Well that's great, but I'm not in the mood.
I need to rest a little. Mental strain can fuck me up so bad. So I press the button on the recliner to convert it into a lie-flat bed. It's comfortable, but not as comfortable as the bed at home.
But I will manage.
After just a second, Zane comes closer and I can feel his scent and his stare on me, but I don't open my eyes.
"If you want to sleep, there's a bed in the back. You will be more comfortable." He tells me.
"No, I am good." I tell him without looking at him.
What does he think of himself? If he asks me to do something, I don't want to give him the benefit of the doubt-that hey he follows my orders.
"Sure." He says curtly and takes a seat and I peek a glance and see-its the one right in front of me.
"Don't you have anywhere else to sit?" I ask him with a biting tone.
"Don't you?" He smirks.
"But I came here first!" I exclaim.
"Who knows? I boarded before you." He says.
"Ughhh! You are hopeless!" I stand up from there and move towards the bedroom he has mentioned earlier.
Because I can't just let a creepy man staring at me while I sleep.
I enter the room and see there's one double bed only. Hmm, it doesn't matter.
It's not like I will be sharing it with someone, right...