Blame It On Pride

C h a p t e r T h r e e

Y/n's POV:

'You will have precisely one hour to pack your kit, maximum weight is Two pounds, take solely the necessities, if you will need something else, we will provide you with that, so only the necessities.' She spoke as I nodded and exited the car,

'Only the necessities...' I mocked her and walked towards the house, parents were not home yet, thank Lord, I will just leave a note that I have a great career deal, that should do, right?

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Placing final items and zipping the luggage close I walked towards the threshold, glimpsing at the inner-furnishing of the house, I can still feel the ubiquitous scent of the Americano that my father was drinking in the morning, it always dissipates over the whole house, not that I am complaining though...

Walking through the entrance, a formally-looking man paces towards me as he takes my kit and deposits it inside the car.

I slide in the back seat, as the chauffeur begins driving,

'Where are we going now?'

'Airport.'

'Wait-what? Already? No goodbyes nor-'

'What else do you need?' She asks as I shrug and mutter to her...

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'Why did it take you so damn long?'

I hear a low voice ask, as I step out of the car and my eyes meet with his...

He is in a black-blouse, his top-three buttons open, as he is tailored in black jeans, the ends cuffed and then his polished shoes, physique appears trapped in his clothes, I can see the precise structure of his muscular legs and his chiselled chest, broad shoulders and his hands, his veiny hands grasping a the edge of a vehicle as his disheveled hair flutters in breeze, his ring ignites against the sun rays,

'She wanted an ice cream...' Lilah mutters as he frowns at me, I stand there, eating an ice cream,

'Don't fret, I got you one as well-oops! I ate it as well, what a shame.' I mutter,

'Maybe if you wouldn't eat so fucking much, we'd be on our way by now.'

'What's it to you?'

'Don't talk to me that way or I'll give you a reason to feel filled,'

'I cannot stand you!'

'Then kneel.' He responds, smirking, as he walks closer to me and takes the ice cream away, I attempt to reach it but it's languishing,

'You apathetic-'

'What?' He asks,

'That's it, you have to be on your way by now!' Lilah mutters as she gesticulates towards the threshold of a plane, standing there,

'Beg for it.' He demands as he hold the ice cream,

'Are you for-fucking-real-'

'Uh-uh, language.'

I clench my jaw as I sigh heavily and inhale deeply,

'Can I have my ice cream? Please?'

He smirks and gives it back, 'That's better.'

'Thank you, Duke of England.' I mutter, however he didn't hear me since I was already inside the personalised plane, it's reserved for just us, whoa...

'Never had an opportunity to even smell the leather of a jet, have you?' He remarks as I twirl around and glimpse at him, and I have to cope with him? Can I leave...now?

'Don't choke on your wealthiness.'

'I won't, I have that planned for you.'

'You wish.'

'If I'd want it, I'd get it.' He responds, as he sits down, we are parted solely by the modicum crevice in-between us.

I was gliding my eyes over the pages of a book that I deliberately decided to take with me, not regretting that I did, I don't have anything downloaded on my cell phone, so I'd just sit there...

I've never been to New York, I've no clue how far is it from here, Lord I don't know where are we even going, it happened...too fast even? I mean, everything in one day, and they simply decided to let me and that bastard out there, not trained, not prepared, I've never shot anyone, I've never inflicted harm upon anyone, well, on purpose, it was unscathed anyways...

It sounds...disbelieving perhaps? Ridiculous-preposterous, I am not sure to what I even agreed, maybe it was a rush of adrenaline but I am not ready, I am not prepared and I've never been trained, maybe it's nothing to fret about but just letting me on a plane that is determined to reach New-Fucking-York, and then work with forces in order to persevere in-in...I don't even know in what,

I gasp as the book feel out of my arms, Cameron tensed up and almost stood up, I think he was taking a nap,

'Fuck Y/l/n, careful for Heaven's sake.' He grunted as I clasped my book, for how long have I've been contemplating,

'Cameron?'

'What?' He tersely responds, irritated,

'Are you actually ready to do something like this?'

He chuckles and shuffles out of his seat, stepping closer to me,

'If you are scared, you should have stayed home with your besmirching-friends, otherwise you are not fit in here because I will not save your ass if we are in a critical situation, note my words.' He states as he smirks and paces towards the bathroom, on the way there, he grasps the stewardess and leads her in there as well, she looks exuberant, where is her self-worth? He is just going to use her since he cannot surpass his boner,

I fucking despise him.