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20:I cant forget

𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐀 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐓𝐓

I got out the car and stepped out onto a concrete road. I pulled the sunglasses out my bag and placed them on my nose. I saw a large space around us, almost like a airport. I looked around more as I stepped out the car, a plane. A private jet by the looks of it. How rich was this man?

"What the" I mumbled to myself as I shut the door and he came around to me. "Where are we going" I asked and looked back up him.

"Italy" he told me and began to walk up to the plane. My heart stopped at the mention of my home town. There was a fancy red carpet leading up to it and stairs that lead up to the plane. My eyes widened, Italy.

I snapped out my daze of thought and quickly I followed Christian. My heels clacking against the concrete as I caught up with him.

"Why" I asked. He didn't turn to me when I spoke, but continued to walk forward. Answer me asshole. I rolled my eyes and continued to follow him into the plane. Once we got to the stairs he stopped and stood aside so I could go first. He gestured me to go forward when I didn't.

Italy was hours away, there was no way we would get there, have a good time and get back in the same day. Looks like I'm taking a couple days off Uni.

I stepped on the steps and began to walk up them. He went after me and placed his hand on my hip as we walked up. I got onto the plane and Christian was right behind me. He directed me into a, what looked like, a lounge. It was a typical private jet interior you would see in movies, yet it was a black interior mostly just like his house.

He let go of my hip and took a seat on one of the seats. He done that oddly attractive thing, we're he lifted his hips and adjusted his crotch when he sat down. His legs were spread and he was sitting like a typical man. I took the seat next to him, sitting more politely.

I pulled the belt over my body and secured it, he done the same. There were other men in the room, all in suits. He gave one of them a nod and some of them walked out the room.

A couple minutes later, I felt the plane begin to move and I gripped into the side of my seat. He turned to me and took my hand in his. I didn't think I could look at him the same, knowing what just happened in the car. I felt a heat between my legs appear just from thinking about it.

I pulled my hand away from him and I could see in the corner of my eye that he frowned.

I reached for my bag and pulled out my phone. I saw a couple new messages from Jay and Oliver. Oh god Oliver. I unlocked my phone and went into Jays messages.

'When are you getting home.' When am I getting home? It's not like I had this planned.

"When will we be back here" I asked as I faced Christian. He turned to me from the window in no hurry and looked at my phone.

"Whenever you want" he said unbothered and faced back toward the window.

'Should be a couple days, spending time with Christian' I typed out, thinking about sending it to him. I told him I was staying with a friend the last time I saw him. I looked over the message and corrected it. 'Should be a couple days, so busy' sent.

I went into Oliver's message and my chest tightened when Christian looked over to my phone. I held my phone to my chest and frowned at him.

"What" he asked. Luckily I didn't give him enough time to read the message or see who it was from. It was fine, me and Christian were nothing so keeping things from him didn't matter. If I wanted to date other men I could. Yeah right.