AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Stepping onto the packed plane, I stopped dead in my tracks when I saw the person who was in the seat next to mine.
“Ah, shit,” I silently spoke to myself. This was definitely my punishment. Dark hair, business suit, the face of a God punishment.
Taking in a deep breath, I opened the overhead, and he looked up at me, his dark brown eyes locked on mine through my sunglasses.
“I don’t think there’s any room up there.”
“I can see that,” I spoke as I shut the overhead.
Suddenly, a flight attendant approached me and took my carry-on from my hand.
“I’ll find a space for it. Just sit down. We’re taking off now.”
“Thank you. Can I get a glass of wine, please?”
“As soon as we’re up in the air, I’ll bring you one.” She gently smiled.
The man sitting next to me stood up so I could easily get to my seat. Removing the pillow and the blanket, I sat down and took in a deep breath.
“Are you a nervous flier?” he asked.
Slowly turning my head, I looked at him through the sunglasses I wore.
“No.”
“Well, just the way you wanted a glass of wine before you even sat down led me to believe you were.”
Seriously? What business was it of his if I wanted a glass of wine?
“It’s just been a really shitty day,” I spoke as I looked out the window.
“I’m sorry to hear that. I hope it gets better for you.” He politely smiled and then went back to looking at his phone.
As the plane lifted off the ground, I stared at the life I was leaving behind. A life that was never truly mine, to begin with. My heart started racing, and my skin became heated. Reaching up, I twisted the knob to the air vent as the rush of cool air poured down on me, and I let out a breath.
“I thought you weren’t a nervous flier,” the man spoke.
“It’s not the flight.” I laid my head against the window.
Chapter Two
Jillian
“Here you go, miss,” the flight attendant spoke as she handed me some wine.
“Thank you.”
I didn’t waste any time gulping down half the glass. I needed it more than I thought I did. Realizing that I still had my sunglasses on, I removed them and set them in my purse.
“You’ve been crying,” the man, who was all too fucking nosey but seriously hot as fuck, especially with that light stubble across his jaw, spoke.
“How do you know that?” I asked with an attitude.
“Your makeup.” He swept his finger under his eye.
Sighing, I took out the compact from my purse and opened it. Ugh. He was right. I looked like a raccoon. So much for the waterproof mascara Giorgio put on me. I got up from my seat and went to the bathroom. After cleaning myself up and reapplying my eyeliner and mascara, I sat down in my seat and looked at him.
“Better?” I spoke sarcastically.
