Chapter 49 Jealous
\[Lilia\]
“What? No!” I exclaimed, almost biting my tongue at the moment as I expressed my contention.
Is he crazy? Why would he say that?
Hah! Me? But why would I get jealous? Of course not! Yes, I admit, that woman Shai is honestly beautiful and she made me feel something about myself, insecurities perhaps, but getting jealous that she likes to fuck Kael?
A big no! He can fuck her all he wants and I have no qualms about it. Why would it even bother me? Who am I to him? Nothing. Pure nothing, just his toy kukla he wanted to play with whenever he got bored with his life or if there was no one that he wanted to kill. Yes, that’s it. That is what I am to him. Nothing more, nothing less, right?
Then, why am I fuming inside? The hell, I don’t know! Damn it! I took a deep breath and bit the inside of my lower lip to keep my emotions from leaking out through my facial expression. There’s no way I am going to let him get on my nerves.
“Your face says the otherwise, kukla,” he suddenly smirked, mocking me with his lopsided grin. I gaped at his impossibility. Is this man serious?
Is he teasing me? Wait, since when does Kael the great learn to tease? I send him my most murderous glare, but Kael only shrugs me off and picks up the magazine he discarded, flipping through the pages.
“Whatever,” I mumbled exasperatedly, huffing on my seat and crossing my arms across my chest as I swept my gaze outside the window, taking interest in the fluffy-looking clouds and the seemingly endless blue sky.
I know I can divert my attention to any entertainment this cabin had to offer, but I kind of seemed lost interest in all of it. I just wanted to get off this plane and stay away from this man. Then, I remembered Aya and her excitement to roam the place where we are heading. I discreetly stole a glance at Kael to see what he was doing. He had his nose stuck in between the pages, and I could only see his forehead. I contemplated for a moment, mulling over my thought if I could talk to him and ask if he would allow us to have some time with ourselves when we get there.
“What is it?” He unexpectedly spoke out of the blue. He must have sensed me, huffing and puffing while I was looking distantly outside the window. “Don’t tell me that flight attendant troubles you?” He added.
I turn to look at him dead in the face with a scowl. “I do not care about that woman,” I said, sighing out as I sort the things I wanted to say to him about Aya. He closed the magazine and fixed his attention on me, as though he knows I am thinking of something and he was just waiting for me to say it aloud.
I am afraid that if I told him what I had in mind, he would get mad and my assumptions of him throwing me overboard will become reality. However, Aya’s face came to my mind, and the way she was so excited about seeing the place for the first time after what happened to her.
I steeled myself, and meet his mossy gaze, inhaling sharply as I voiced out my thoughts.
“I know you’re a kind of person that doesn’t care about anyone’s feelings. Especially those who were below you,” I started, swallowing my dread as I continue. “But, can I ask something? I will do anything you want me to do, just give this to us.”
Kael tilted his head, piquing up his interest towards the last part of my statement, and anticipation flashed across his eyes. My heart thundered inside my chest, having this notion that I somehow knew exactly what he wants.
“What is it?” He asks, raising one of his thick brows.
“Can you give Aya a day off once we landed in Italy? A day for herself to get around the place and enjoy herself.” I finally told him the things I wanted to say to him for the past few minutes, though I could still not breathe freely wondering what will be his response to it.
He became silent for a moment, his fingers drumming on his lap before he eventually spoke. “And what about you?”
Well, I wasn't expecting him to ask me that, though it could be a good sign that he consider my request.
“I can stay inside the room where you will lock me,” I say to him genuinely. I don't mind it all. I just want Aya to have her best day outside the country.
“Is that all that you want?” he prodded, scrutinizing my reaction and I keep my face neutral, implying to him that I am serious.
“Yes,” responding with a smile.
Kael nodded, unbuckling the straps of his seatbelt, and then he stood up. He came over to my side and held out his hand before me.
“Come here,” he said, and I look up at him with puzzlement.
“What are you going to do?” I asked, begrudgingly unfastening the straps of my buckles and taking his hands.
I stood up and he leads me to the long couch near the cabin window, in front of the big monitor. He motioned me to sit down there and pressed my shoulders to lean on the backrest.
Thrill and anticipation zinged on my body and my heartbeat down my throat as I watch Kael’s every move.
“You said I can do whatever I want with you,” he muttered, loosening his necktie and beginning to unbutton his shirt.
My throat suddenly dried up, and my words stuck inside my mouth. I wanted to take back everything that I said, but it was already too late and I am doing this for Aya. She's been my only real friend since I got this messed up life of mine, and this can be my only chance to give her happiness.
I took a deep breath and hardened my gaze on his face.
“You didn’t even say yes,” I countered, solidifying my decision.
Kael pulled out something from his pocket, a small piece resembling a beeper since a cellphone is not allowed inside the aircraft. He pressed the button and almost immediately it rings a confirmation.
“Val,” Kael spoke through the small communication device, his eyes never leaving mine.
“Yes, boss?” Val’s voice replied through the other line.
“Give Aya a thousand dollars and a day off,” he commanded, and Aya’s faint gasps reach my ears, exclaiming, “A what?”
“Copy that boss,” Val responded without asking more questions, and just by hearing it, I can confirm that he was true to his words and there is no other way for me to turn back.
Kael throws the device to my side as he leaned down, leveling his face closer to mine, noses barely touching with one another.
My breath caught up in my chest as the familiar sensation began to swirl inside me. Exactly what I have felt for him yesterday when we kissed at his car.
“Now kukla, where were we?” a smirk pulled right at the corner of his lips, and his eyes seared right through mine.
“Do what you want, just don’t hurt me.”