Janice POV
The sting I felt in my heart when he told me to stop meddling in his affair was a feeling I couldn't push out of my head. It felt strange, very strange that I couldn't fathom what the hell was happening or wrong with me. We weren't in love, so why would I care what he choose to do with his life?
"When everything is over, you should get a life for yourself, Janice," I whispered, tucking the strands of hair on my face to my ear, leaning over the rail afterward. I was looking forward to getting a divorce and staying away from this freak forever, but I didn't want anything more than to keep working here even after the divorce. No other company pays more than this, and you know how much money means to me.
'Carl' A part of my heart stung as that name played in my head, and I asked myself again what the heck happened between him and Connor that he could never forgive. I was still living in the dark and really wanted to know what transpired between them, but I didn't also want to meddle.
My phone beeped, disrupting my thoughts, and I checked to see that the text was from Connor.
'My flight was shifted forward. We need to be in the airport in an hour' I read through the text, and quickly hurried into the office where I found him getting ready to leave.
"You should get your things ready. We need to be at the airport in an hour," He said to me as he packed some files and shoved them in his drawer, locking it.
"I have nothing to take," I replied to him since I only come to the office every day with just my phone.
"Alright. Let's go then," He uttered, walking briskly toward the door and I followed suit. We soon got to the parking lot where his driver was already waiting for us, and as soon as we hopped inside, the drive to the airport began.
The atmosphere felt awkward, and he was staring out the window all through the journey. He looked like he had so many things going on in his mind, and I had to ask myself what he was thinking about.
The long drive to the airport was finally over, and we finally got there. It was literally my first time traveling by air, and I couldn't help the excitement that filled my heart. I have always dreamt of boarding a plane, so this was just like a dream come true for me.
We waited another twenty minutes before our flight started, and soon, we were on our way to Texas.
"We are taking off in ten minutes. Switch your phone to airplane mode, and fasten your seatbelts," The stewardess instructed, and we did as she said. In a few minutes, the plane took off.
Flying so high in the air felt so good and I was grateful for this journey. I glanced at Connor to see if he was having the same feeling as me, but he was just resting on his seat, his head on the headrest and his eyes closed while having his earpiece plugging into his ears.
"Wow! He's not even going to say anything to me?" I mumbled and scoffed. If only we were used to talking, I guess talking about the feeling together would've been nice. Don't you think so?
Barely thirty minutes into the ride, I felt my eyes heavy, but I tried to keep myself awake. It didn't work, so I gave in and dozed off.
I had no idea how long I'd been asleep, but I suddenly jerked awake and found myself resting my head on his shoulder. Slowly, I raised my head and found his eyes closed as he rested his head on the headrest. For a sec, I asked myself if he was sleeping or just resting, but I couldn't answer the question, so I just pulled back and stared at him. He looked like a regular gentleman while sleeping.
"Why are you staring at me like that? Do you think I'm so cute and you can't take your eyes off me?" I gasped as the realization dawned on me that he wasn't sleeping.
"You could actually stare at me all you want when we get to Texas. We can do that in the room. I bet those eyes will glimmer with excitement staring at me while I fuck you and take you to cloud nine and back," He winked at me, not minding that we weren't alone in the plane, because that moment, the person sitting in front of us turned to look at us, and I felt so embarrassed.
"What the fuck!" I cursed under my breath and quickly turned my face away.
"What? Why are you staring at us? You haven't seen couples before?" I glanced to see he was talking to the young man that looked back at us earlier, so he quickly turned his face away.
My heart fluttered and I blushed when I recalled what he said. His flirting game was sure perfect, and trust me, I had a sharp feeling down there, if you know what I mean.
"Goodness! What the fuck are you thinking about?" My subconscious mind screamed at me, and I chuckled silently.
We arrived in Texas in exactly three hours, and by the time we got there, a car was already waiting for us, so we hopped inside and the drive to wherever we were going to, began.
It was my first time being here, and I admit that the place was a beautiful sight to behold. The street lights, the surroundings and everything screamed beauty and perfection.
The driver drove into a magnificent mansion, and from the look of things, the house didn't look like a hotel.
"Is this his house?" I asked myself, but quickly dismissed the silly question because there was no way he would own this type of house.
I stepped out of the car when he hopped outside, and I trailed behind him as he walked toward the entrance door.
Stepping into the house, I was stunned at the number of maids queued in the living room. They were about fifteen.
"Welcome, master," My eyes almost bulged out of their sockets when they all bowed to him, and now I realized he really is the owner of the house.
"Make something for us to eat. We are hungry. Prepare our bathing water too," He instructed them before he walked away, and I blinked my eyes rapidly. Am I supposed to follow him?