14. WATCH ME.

The wheels of her luggages made a rolling sound as she dragged into the jet. Olivia had thick dark sunglasses around her eyes as if she wasn’t taking the whole journey in a plane.

It was something Damien had noticed but chose to say nothing about it. One of the things he only considered as humor to himself. He had a sly smirk on his lips, in a loose vintage shirt unbuttoned halfway and cargo shorts hanging barely above his knees. His calves were well structured and a blessing to eyes that stared—but Olivia would never utter that.

Her eyes wandered as she stood still in front of the containment. Her bags rested against her sides as his bodyguard raised his to the top of he plane. The runway was large, in a secluded spot in the airport and Olivia could see out the windows.

However handing her bags to his bodyguard, Damien stepped in between them. “You don’t work for her” He uttered, making his way to the back of the plane and Liv resisted the urge to roll her eyes. She wasn’t tall, so securing her bags up there would be more than a chore. And there was something about having to go on her tiptoes that Damien found hilarious.

“If you’re here to make fun of me, i might as well just get off the plane” Olivia turned to him, for a moment letting go off her bags and they crashed to the ground beside her. She was sure she heard his stoic chuckle but she didn’t reciprocate his gaze. Instead she leaned forward to pack a few of her things that had fallen. She reached for a bag before her hands struck a shoe.

Looking up, she was met with his eyes.

Damien.

He struggled with he bag, wit fully and she stepped away. Merely a arm’s reach, he had in his containment just before the opening doors intercepted their gaze. “Are we ready?” A man assumed to be the copilot said and Liv noticed the hostess beside him.

A chic young lady with a grey bow around her slender neck. Arms that hung loose from her fitted top and eyes that wandered. She immediately looked to Damien who flashed a smile at her.

“Yes” He whispered, carried away and Liv looked to Amanda from the windows. “She isn’t—She isn’t coming with us?” She asked and he turned back to her. The doors closed with a thud, drifting from the young lady in front of him. “She’d take the next plane” He flatly said before walking to his seat. And Liv in the one behind her. Her hands found the table next to her as she heaved in a deep breath. She had never been in a plane—

—and this was just one of the many firsts that would come with this arrangement. Her eyes settled on the aerial view as she hefted out the jotter she had in her back pockets. “You may attach your seatbelts. The plane is now ready for takeoff. She was stunned by the click sound and she looked to her right. At him—but someone else had his attention.

The woman before him.

With legs of a goddess, peeking seductively from her skirts. She had a plate in her hands, full of cherry and she slowly bit into one fruit, having a staring contest with Damien. She was more than a hostess, she was a mistress.

And Liv resisted the urge to roll her eyes, she did anyways. But she reminded herself that his feeling burning inside of her was not jealousy. It couldn’t be. It was merely an arrangement with billionaire boy and the costly ring around her finger was nothing.

Meant nothing.

Her blunt pencil met the white papers as the plane jerked forward, and roughly, they stabilized in the air. From the windows, she could see the tall buildings that rose above Chicago. She looked out, and down below as they were headed for the clouds. It was a surreal experience, her first and she was overcome with inspiration. The world, was beautiful, unlike anything she’d seen before and she pulled her phone to take a picture, one she sent to Alli by default with the caption— look who’s in the air.

A text he saw from his table the moment his phone chimed and he hefted in his hands with a smirk. Typing, she could see until his message popped up.

Alli: have fun with Damien 😍

She unconsciously looked to him, and their eyes met. He was used to that intense glare, to remind her that he existed. That he was still there. And she didn’t look away this time; he did. But to the woman before him who inched closer with every step. Collecting the fruit from her hands, he tossed it to the side and she took a seat next to him. Liv arched her brows as their eyes met.

And a lump forcibly went down her throat.

She was beautiful, and his type as obvious. Slender, beautiful and tall—about his height but he still gave in to the urge of holding her chin in his hands. She had an ocean blue eyes, one that matched the nails that rested on his crotch. Liv cleared her throat and she drew his attention to her. “Can you—“ She stuttered.

“Can you not do that here?” She said feebly, fidgeting with the glasses in her hands. And Damien’s eyes pierced hers. “You can watch. Or you can choose not to” He dryly said, never letting go of the woman. But then a snarky grin crept to his lips.

“But i doubt you’d turn away.”

Liv clenched her thighs as his hands went down hers. His eyes feasting back on the woman before him and she neared him, arousingly breathing against his lips till they eventually met and Liv tilted away. It was urging, maddening that he dared do that in front of he. But there was something about watching him that struck a chord in her, between her.

He was a good kisser, and he knew what to do with his hands.

The woman occasionally looked to Liv as she grabbed his rising member in her hands. You could make out the shape between his shorts and from the size, there was really nothing left to imagination. He was big and Liv moistened her dry throats. As electrifying as watching him was, she turned away.

This was a part of him she had never seen. A part of him she wasn’t sure she wanted to. She heard footsteps draw further from her. The woman was gone, wiping the corners with her lips with a finger and Olivia looked to her husband-to-be. Damien had his signature smirk like a teenager after going second base at a party. It was then he stood, heading right behind the hostess.

“It’s going to be a long ride, isn’t it?”

He halted at the sound of her voice and he looked back. “You can always join in” He nudged to his bodyguard. And Liv icked. “Hard pass” She muttered, rolling her eyes to the back of her head.

“Your loss” Came a slithering whisper as she squinted her eyes. The door closed behind her and she shook her head off the thoughts of him another woman. “This was a bad idea, wasn’t it?” The only other person was Davis, his bodyguard and he shrugged his shoulders—paid way too much for his silence. And Olivia looked to the clouds instead, an idea lighting in her head.

“Two can play this game.”

The truth was, if Damien wanted to have fun—she wasn’t going to, too. Opening tinder, she filled her location with a proud smile on her face. “Vienna, Austria” She whispered. She was so much different than who she was merely days ago.

So what was the harm in trying something new? Someone new.

Someone else.

To be continued…