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“I still don’t see what’s so funny about that. Are you a part of some kind of rewards program? Your sense of humor is a little strange,” I say, cracking my shoulder as I rise up from the mattress. Even though I was up all night, my body still feels like I’ve been lying motionless for the last eight hours. I hope he got us on first class.
“No, the plane is private. I’m paying for the plane. You could have brought everything in this room if you wanted to, but I guess I should have said something. Sorry about that,” he replies. “Come on, I need to run your suitcase out to the car. Hurry up.”
I’m irritated at his intentional ignorance. Why would an average person ever assume that their bags are going to be free on an airplane? He just wants to emphasize the fact that he has so much money. How obnoxious.
“Oh, here’s some stuff in case you wanted to take a shower before we leave. I’ll leave it here. I’ll be waiting outside the door. Don’t try anything, because you won’t get away with it and it’ll make me three times as angry to have to deal with your bullshit today.”
He hands me a small paper bag, then takes my suitcase with him as he leaves the room. When I open the bag, I reach inside and pull out a bottle of body wash that must have cost at least forty dollars. It smells better than any designer perfume I’ve ever smelled before, and it’s literally going to get washed down the drain.
Why is he so obsessed with showing off his wealth? He must have grown up poor. That’s the only thing that really explains his tendency to brag as hard as he does.
I take my new soap and clean clothes into the bathroom with me, and I’m a little disappointed that I don’t get to experience the unnecessary luxury of this shower just a little longer before we leave for the airport. I want to lie down inside of the bathtub and feel the hot, soft water raining down on me from above as I finally fall asleep. It would be stupid to sleep in the shower, of course, but if there’s anywhere I’d be willing to die such a death, it would be in here.
I scrub my skin with a washcloth that I find in the cabinet, scraping all the grime from the past few days off me until I feel like myself again. Going without a shower for two entire days is never something I would do regularly, and after a while, I felt dirtier justknowinghow gross I was. It didn’t even feel right to try on those clothes without showering first.
I’ve never felt quite this good about myself after a shower, and it makes me wonder if things like this are the reason that rich people always act superior. They get to feel just a little better than the rest of us do during insignificant moments in their lives. I’m sure it crosses over into their ego after a while.
My clothes feel far too comfortable to look as good as they do, and I’m grateful that Aleksander had the foresight to buy me something that would be somewhat functional. Based on the other choices he presented to me, it’s obvious that he wanted me to look one-hundred percent sexy all the time. At least he was able to put his own desires aside for me. Cody and I were together foryearsand he never did that once for me.
I’m absently feeling the fabric of my cardigan when Aleksander knocks on the door again, startling me. “You need to hurry up for real, we need to leave as soon as possible.”
I calm myself down, groaning as I check one last time that I’m missing anything. I don’t have a phone, so it’s not like I have to worry about charging it. I’m hoping that Aleksander gives mesomethingto do while we’re flying. I’ve never been more bored in my life than when I was on a plane with a dead phone and a sleeping boyfriend.
When I exit the room, I try to look around and get a good idea of what the house looks like as Aleksander leads me through. He can see what I’m doing, and he grabs my arm to move me along faster. If he’s really that worried about me seeing the house, that must mean he at least intends to bring me back here. At least I hope that’s what it means.
I just need to survive Tokyo.
He’s extra careful to watch me as he pulls the car out of the driveway, as if I’m suddenly going to try to jump out the front passenger door. He must really think I’m dumber than I am, but I’m not sure if that’s something I want to change. If he thinks I’m stupid, it at least means that I can use that misconception to my advantage.
Above all else, I need to remember not to give him any information about my family life or my job. I have no idea what he would do if he knew where I worked. I don’t want to give him the chance to ruin my life in order to make it impossible to return to.
“How long is the drive going to be?” I ask as we drive onto the highway.
“Don’t worry about it,” Aleksander replies shortly.
“Really? You can’t even tell me how long the drive is going to be? Now you’re just being a control freak,” I say, scoffing.
“Maybe I just need you to learn to trust me a little more,” he says, his tone neutral and unreadable.
“This isn’t how I want to learn how to trust you. I already have an unbearably long flight ahead of me, can you please just spare me the test?”
“Really, I think you’ll be okay,” he replies.
I’m about to finally get angry with him until he takes a turn off the highway right where I can see a small private airstrip stretched across the horizon.
Damn, ten minutes away. He must use this service often, and I can only imagine what for.
“See? I need you to trust me,” he continues as he pulls the car up to a valet.
“You’re going to let these people valet your car?” I ask, feeling a bit stupid for asking in the first place.
“Well, yeah, I know these people. I’ve kept my cars with them quite a few times. Besides, they know they don’t want to fuck with me. Maybe they’d fuck with a shady investment banker, but not with me. Again, trust that I know what I’m doing, sweet girl.”
When he calls mesweet girl,I feel my face flush hard. I try to cover it up, hoping that he’ll be too distracted with taking care of the car to see.
After we valet the car, we’re led down a short path to a plane. I haven’t been this close to a plane unless I was already inside of it, and I feel intimidated by how huge it looks on the outside. I feel so small as we approach it, but now I’m a little less confused about how it manages to hold so much. I’ve greatly underestimated how big a plane actually is, but I still want to fly one more than anything.
“Okay, you can give your suitcase to Anthony over there when we board. I just need to make a few last-minute confirmations, okay?” Aleksander says, breaking me out of my trance as I stare up.
