We are at the airport!

The car stops in front of the plane with the name Salvis painted on its tail with blue.

A private jet?

He gets out of the car along with Roberto and Roberto comes and opens the car door for me. He offers me his hand and I try to come of it gracefully -- well as gracefully as I can. I thank him and walk after Mr. Salvis who is leading towards the jet.

Damn! When he told he is wealthy exactly how wealthy did he mean?

Even being a private jet it is as big as the commercial airplanes that are for 150 passengers. The windows are bigger than the commercial airplanes and now I just can't wait to board it.

Wait board it? Why are we here? Where are we going?

I didn't ponder over these questions before and now I realize that Mr. Salvis hadn't mentioned us leaving London.

I look for him and then find him standing at the bottom of the stairs patiently waiting for me while I was idiotically standing and gawking at this marvelous thing with wings.

I half walk half run towards him. "Sorry, it's just it caught me off-guard. Where are we---"

He cut me before I could even ask the question. "We will have plenty of time to talk during the eight hours flight journey. Let's go, we are already late."

Eight fucking hours on the plane thousands of feet above the ground with him.

I nod in response and climbed the stairs before him. I could feel his eyes on me and so I turned and looked at him. Instead of meeting his eyes, I find his eyes staring at my ass.

The tight ankle-length light blue denim jeans that Roberto had left for me in the morning along with a baby pink shirt with quarter sleeves did an excellent job sticking to my skin, displaying my curves.

Finally noticing that I have stopped he looks above and finds me glaring at him. I wait for him to apologize but like the narcissistic butthead he is, he just climbs past me.

I roll my eyes at his behavior and look behind at my back.

Urgh!!! Why so big?

Sighing I climb the rest of the stairs. I find Mr. Salvis talking to the two pilots beside an air hostess who is sending seductive glances his way. For the second time today, I roll my eyes and open a door and enter the plane.

If I thought that from the outside it was beautiful then from the inside it was beyond what words can describe. Comparing outside with inside would be like comparing snowdrift to snowflakes.

The shades of brown along with off white color gave a warm look to this place. The couch looked to comfortable and elegant decorated with soft, fluffy pillows. The mini bar in the left corner was also in accordance with the color theme and so the other furniture present in the room.

It wasn't crowded with furniture and was very spacious. There was a door on the right corner. Curious to see what else the jet contains I go and turn the knob but before I could push open the door I'm interrupted by Mr. Salvis "Take your seat, Daphne, we are ready to take off. "

Even though I have signed the damn contract I have my doubts so for once I speak without thinking. "I have some questions. "

"I'll answer them once we take off. "

Once we take off there will be no way to escape.

I sigh. "I don't want to take any chance. "

He looks at my face with a calculating gaze. " One question. "

Looking at him I didn't think he would even allow me to speak so I was okay with one question.

Whole my life I have trusted people and they have broken my trust easily. When I look at him I know I can trust him with all my being but being an insecure person I needed assurance and so I asked him the one question that would help calm down my nerves.

"Can I trust you? "

His eyebrows furrow like he is thinking why did I ask this question. Clearly, he didn't expect me to ask him a question like this.

"I don't know if you can but I'm sure you should. " saying this he sat on his seat and put on the seatbelt.

I look at the cotton candy clouds through the window, the busy streets of London can't be seen anymore.

This is not the first time I'm on an airplane. I have traveled through the air when I used to visit my grandparents but that was before my mother left. I was a kid then and so didn't remember how it felt to be so high.

I avert my eyes from the clouds to Mr. Salvis who is busy tapping something on his phone.

Is he playing offline games?

He said that he would answer me when we are in the air so should I ask now?

Hesitantly I clear my throat to grab his attention.

No response? Is he deaf?

I clear my throat again. More forcefully this time.

"There are medicines in lower cabinet behind you. Look maybe you will find a cough syrup," he said in a bored tone still tapping his phone.

Feeling ashamed by his response I quickly change the topic and ask the questions whose answers I have been dying to know.

"Why did you help me? I know you think you owed me but I helped your mother because I wanted to not because I wanted something in return."

He finally looks at me and keeps his phone aside. Removing the tie from his neck he relaxes on the chair.

"It doesn't matter why you helped my mother. What matters here is that you helped her and I owed you for that. I helped you because I always clear my debts. "

"If you just wanted to help me to clear your debt why did you made me sign the contract ?"

Almost instantly his jaw hardens and I know I have screwed up. Big time.

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