Flight

I jerked out of sleep suddenly to find Jordan staring into my face. I was startled at first. In my drowsy state of mind, I had forgotten all about reality, and I backed away from him in horror when I saw Jordan's face looking into mine. Then slowly, it all came back to me. Reality. I had just married Jordan, and I was in the back seat of his expensive limousine, heading to our so called honeymoon destination.

I looked around and noticed that the car had stopped moving, and once again I panicked.

"Where are we?" I asked, my voice dry and hoarse as I eyed Jordan suspiciously.

"Hey there." Jordan drawled. "You were sleeping so soundly, I did not want to wake you up." He said. "You should rest a little more, you seem very tired. Our flight can wait. Look, you got some drool over here..." He said, reaching his hand towards my face.

I backed away again and slapped his hand away. He looked down at his wrist where I hit him and scoffed. Then he looked up at me with hard eyes.

"You really know how to tempt a man, don't you?" He said in a tight voice. "I am trying to be a gentleman here, but I think you prefer to see my ugly side." He said to me.

"I don't need your gentleness. I cannot trust anything you do, you have no honesty in you!" I fired at him.

Jordan dropped his head and let out a cold laughter that sent chills down my spine.

"You are right, you know." He said, looking up at me again. "I am not a good man. I am a very dangerous man, even. But you know what I find funny, you are only just finding that out on our wedding eve. And you still don't even know all of it." He shrugged. "Were you really so desperate to marry me, you didn't run any background checks on your future husband? Or do you just lack the ability to pay attention?" He asked, still laughing.

I glared at him with a mix of anger, frustration and confusion. I wanted to spit at him, and curse out at him, but I couldn't. He was laughing so wickedly, but he still somehow managed to look handsome. How could anyone hate that face? He looked so breathtaking, and for a moment I got carried away, and found myself lost in his broad smile. But then, he stopped laughing suddenly.

"Fine then." He said, his face showing no trace of humor, you could never guess that he had been laughing only seconds ago. "I see you are well rested. Let's go." He said as he turned around and opened the car door. He stepped out and held the door open for me. When I hesitated, Jordan peered back into the car.

"You can come out now. We don't have forever." He said.

I was tempted to remind him that only moments ago, he had assured me that I could rest for as long as I wanted, but I quickly decided against that. Jordan didn't seem like a very patient man, and I had tempted him enough in one go.

I gathered my skirt and cautiously stepped out of the limousine. I was expecting that we were at the airport. Jordan had mentioned catching a flight. But the building before me wasn't the international airport. It took me a moment to realize where we were. It was a private parking for jets. I was staring directly at a jet. We were going to Greece in a private jet.

My mouth dropped and my eyes popped as a gasp escaped my lips. I put my hands over my mouth and turned to Jordan. He was smiling down on me, and when our eyes met, he leaned closer and whispered.

"See my love, you struck pure gold here." He said, then he gave a throaty laugh.

I knew he was mocking me, I could hear the sarcasm clearly in his voice. But I was too stunned to get angry. I wondered again, just how wealthy Jordan was. I was not a gold digger, I could never accept the allegation. But Jordan was right for this once, I might have accidentally walked into a gold mine.

There were a few men dotting around the shed, all dressed in black suits and looking like high profile security details. They rushed towards us, bowing and saluting Jordan. Two of them went around to the back of the car to fetch our languages, while the others walked beside us as Devon led the way to the jet. I followed behind him, half awake, half dreamy.

"What are you doing here? Who is this man? What are you doing with this man?" I kept asking myself as my numb limbs carried me towards the air craft. It was a miracle that they could move even, my legs. They had gone completely numb and no longer felt like mine.

When Jordan reached the foot of the stairs, he turned around to look at me. He looked surprised when he saw the distance between us, then he held his hand out for me. I doubled up and took his hand, then he gently led me up the stairs.

Inside the jet was luxury. The interior screamed expenses, designed in white and gold from top to floor. It looked like an entire wing of a royal castle! I was holding my breath as I looked around, and I didn't even realize it until Jordan put his hand on my cheek, turning my face to look straight in my eyes.

"Breath. You are turning green and ash." He said to me, and I heaved a heavy sigh, releasing my breath. He laughed as he watched me gasp for air, then he led me to a seat and held my hand until I settled in. He walked across and sat on the seat opposite mine. As soon as he did, all the thrill sipped away from me. Our seats were well spaced, so that our legs didn't even meet. But the way Jordan's eyes fixed on me, it felt like he was touching me physically. Everywhere his eye traveled, my skin burned. It was as if his fingers were trailing lines all over my body. I had never even felt his hands on me, but my imagination was so vivid, just by the way his eyes ate me. My chest suddenly felt tight, and I had to breathe really hard in order to get any air out. This made my breast rise and fall quiet vividly, and Jordan's eyes immediately went to them. I shifted in my chair as I felt my nipples harden. Luckily, the dress was made in thick cotton, and I was wearing a good bra, so Jordan could not see the reaction of my body to his gaze. My nipples began to hurt, seeking escape as they peaked even more, and the rise and fall of my chest increased.

I think Jordan noticed my discomfort, because an evil grin touched his face as he continued to stare at me. I felt naked, sitting there before him. It felt like he could see right through me.

I shifted again, and his eyes came up to mine. His eyes dilated when he saw the expression on my face, and I realized my mistake. My dress was hiding the reaction of my body, but nothing was masking my face. My skin was completely blushed, I knew this because I was burning all over, and my lips were slightly parted. My eyes were dreamy with lust, I could feel it, they were almost closing from the painful pleasure my aching nipples were causing. I watched Jordan's eyes harden with lust, and I heard myself moan aloud. Jordan's eyes widened, and I saw his shoulders tense up. I bit down on my lower lip, and my face reddened with embarrassment. Big mistake, Jordan's eyes went down to my lips, and I felt a moan rising in my throat again as his eyes kissed my lips thoroughly. His eyes came up to mine again, heavy with lust and desire. I was sure that he would pounce on me at any moment, but just then, a bright looking, red head hostess appeared.

"Good day sir, and welcome back on board!" The hostess announced brightly. I heard Jordan groan, startling the hostess.

"What do you want?" He asked in a rough, coarse voice.

"Uhm... Sorry... I..." The hostess stuttered. Jordan glared up at her and she

I realized and she quickly chewed out her words. "I came to see if you need anything." She said.

"We don't need anything! Getaway from here! If we need you, we will ring!" Jordan barked angrily.

"Sorry sir." The hostess whimpered in fear and began to hurry away, but I quickly called to her before she could get away.

"Sorry! Uhm, I would like some water please." I said. "Very cold water."

The hostess nodded and hurried away. Jordan turned his glare on me as if I had done something wrong by asking for some water. I quickly looked away, avoiding his eyes completely. The interruption had given me time to recuperate, and I didn't want to get dragged back down into that wild storm again.

Jordan kept staring at me, but someone interrupted again. This time, it was one of the men.

"Sir!" The man said.

"What?!" Jordan howled. The man was startled, but he handled his shock better than the hostess.

"We take off in five minutes." The man spoke calmly and with composure, as of he had not just been barked at.

Jordan was quiet for a moment, then he breathed heavily.

"Good." He said, waving the man off.

After the man had left, Jordan took just one last look at me, then he looked away. I guess he had been provoked out of the mood too.

I sighed in relief, but then I knew that I was in for one of the longest ride in my life.