Mia

The private jet soars smoothly above the clouds, its luxurious interior designed for maximum comfort. I sit in a plush leather seat, gazing out the window at the endless sky. Across from me, Aryan lounges casually, engrossed in a book. The title of the book read Surrounded by Idiots by Thomas Eriskon. Ironic really, because right now I was surrounded by two idiots. First is Aryan and the second one is this air hostess that has been eyeing him ever since we boarded the jet.

"Can I get you anything else, sir?" Kayla smiled at him and my blood started boiling again. Bitch didn't even bother to ask me if I needed anything.

"No thanks. I am good." Aryan answered her without even looking up from his book. He clearly didn't give a shit about her at all but yet I felt jealous for some reason.

"Actually, could you bring me a glass of water? Preferably without the side of flirting." I said coolly and the hostess's smile faltered slightly, but she nodded and left to fetch the water. Aryan looked up from his book, slightly amused.

"Jealous fiore?" He teased me and I just stared at him.

"Of course not. I just don't like it when other people flirt with my doctor." I looked away from him.

"Your doctor..... I am sorry I tend to sweep girls off their feets without even trying. I am just a charming person like that." He chuckled but I wasn't amused at all.

"Cheer up fiore. You don't have to worry about anything. I am not interested in anyone at the moment." He placed his book down and looked at me.

"Why not?"

"Fiore, I am a doctor. I don't have time to date or fall in love with anyone. It would be unfair to her." There was a tinge of sadness laced in his voice when he said the last part."

"Aryan, one day you will meet the right one and when you do, you will know how to make time for her and besides you should be with someone who understands the nature of your job." I explained to him in hopes of lifting his mood up. Everyone deserves to fall in love regardless of their career. It definitely shouldn't stand in one's way of finding love.

"Wise advice Mia." He lightly clapped at me.

The hostess returns with a glass of water, her demeanour more professional. I take it without another word, and the hostess retreats.

"Now allow me to get some shut eye before we land." I closed my eyes and leaned back further into the plush leather seat.

"As you wish Queen Mia." Aryan bowed down at me and continued reading his book.

The private jet touches down, and a sleek black car whisks us away to the Anantara Layan Phuket Resort. The car glides through lush greenery, winding towards the resort's entrance. The view is breathtaking, with the Andaman Sea sparkling in the distance. We arrive at the resort, greeted by friendly staff with garlands and cool towels. I take a deep breath, soaking in the serene atmosphere. Aryan, looking tired, stretches as we are escorted to our villa.

"Beautiful resort indeed." Aryan muttered and I agreed.

Shortly after, a young boy guided us to our villa. The villa is the epitome of luxury: spacious, with a private pool and direct access to the beach. The decor is a blend of modern elegance and traditional Thai elements. Aryan drops his bags and immediately heads for the bed.

"Planning to explore the wonders of the villa from the comforts of the bed?" I questioned him sarcastically.

"Maybe later. Right now, I need sleep. I have been up for more than 12 hours." He smiled at me wearily.

"Okay fine get some rest then. I will wake you up later." Within minutes, he's fast asleep. I watched him, a mix of amusement and frustration marred on my face. I decided to unpack, moving quietly around the room to avoid waking him.

Hours pass, and Aryan doesn't stir from his sleep. That man slept like a bloody log. He didn't flinch a little. At one point I got so worried that I started checking on him to see if he was actually breathing. " Unbelievable Aryan." I guess I have to explore the resort on my own.

I spent the whole evening exploring the villa, enjoying the pool, and taking a walk on the beach. It was so beautiful and serene. The sun begins its descent, casting a golden glow across the Anantara Layan Phuket beach. The sky is a blend of oranges, pinks, and purples, creating a breathtaking canvas. I find a quiet spot a little away from the water and sit down, my eyes fixed on the horizon. The sun dips lower, its reflection dancing on the water's surface. I hug my knees to my chest, feeling a sense of calm wash over me.

"I needed this. It's so beautiful." I mumbled to myself.

"It is." I heard a voice coming from my side and I looked up and saw a young man with jet black hair and medium tan skin looking at me. He was a pretty good looking man.

"May I?" He motioned his hand next to me and I scooted a little.

"I am Alex." He extended his hand and I shook it.

"Hello Alex, it's nice to meet you." I gave him a small smile.

"Are you here all alone?"

"Nope came here with my friend. He just passed out the moment we landed here." I rolled my eyes at the thought of Aryan. We were supposed to chill together.

"Yeah my girl...I mean friend passed out as well. Now I'm just roaming around the resort on my own." He shook his head.

"Friends, am I right?" I scoffed.

"I agree."

We both enjoyed the sundown in silence and when it was time to go we bid said our goodbyes and left in the opposite direction. I came back to my villa and saw that Aryan was still sleeping. Honestly, how exhausted was he? I walked over and sat on the bed next to him. I noticed his lips were parted a little and he was lightly snoring, his hair was on his eyes and instinctively brushed it away. He looked so adorable, so I pulled out my phone and took some pics of him. I could use it to blackmail him when he irritates me. I smiled at that thought. I sighed and settled into the living area. I decided to just read and order room service because I didn't feel like eating alone at the restaurant. Once I was done with my dinner, I just sat outside on one of the pool loungers just basking in the cold air. The sound of the waves is soothing, but I can't help but glance at the sleeping figure in the bedroom. Aryan you really are something else.