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Morgan's POV

I screamed, kicking the seat that Dante was sitting on.

"I'm sorry ma'am, but you need to..." I glared at the hostess, shutting her up.

"Interfering with the flight could cause a crash." Dante said turning to look at me.

"I don't remember asking your opinion, so I suggest you shut the hell up!" I said to him, watching as the jet took off from the floor into the air. I could feel every nerve in my body tighten with fury.

The embarrassment I had felt today, was more than embarrassment, it was disrespect! How could Dante treat me like that?! How dare him? I took in deep breaths, trying to control myself before I would do something that might have me regretting for the rest of my life.

"You've gone quiet." Dante said with amusement in his voice.

"I hate you. I wish you'll burn in hell." I said to him, walking to a seat two seats away from him. He turned to me as I sat down, looking at me with his calm faced expression. I grit my teeth in anger, trying to pretend that he want there. When I knew that he would stop staring at me, I got up from where I sat, a pillow in my hand. I walked over to him, throwing the pillow at his face, making him double over in laughter.

"This I funny to you right?"

"Very funny." His phone began to ring. He pulled it out, and an amazing idea came to my mind once I saw the name on the phone. I snatched the phone form him, picking it.

"Hello Nora." I cooed into the receiver, listening as the other end went silent.

"What are you doing with Dante's phone?" She asked, her tone dead and cold.

"Uhhh... Feisty...." I sang with anger still inside of me.

"I asked what you are doing with Dante's phone?!" She yelled over the phone, making me pull the phone away from my ear.

"Relax princess. Guess." I said to her. "Perhaps your boyfriend might be a two timing cheat."

"Put Dante on, now!"

"I'm afraid that cannot happen."

"Don't make me repeat myself Morgan..."

"Or what Nova? What would you do? Come after me?"

There was silence on her end of the line, before she spoke again. "Give Dante the phone."

"Oh... He's here right now." I said to her, putting the phone on speaker. "From the way he's seating here, and not making a move to take the phone away from me, it seems that he doesn't want to speak to you. " I said to her, looking Dante dead in the eye, wishing there was a way to erase that amused look away from his face.

She hung up, making me smile. I threw the phone at Dante, which he caught before it could collide with his nose. "It seems you and your girlfriend have a lot of talking to do." I said to him, turning back to the seat where I was sitting in. I sat down, grabbing the eye cover on the table beside the seat I was sitting on. Thank goodness I made sure this was in all of Rosewood's my dad's private jets.

Picking up my phone, I connected to my headset, also one of the things I made sure was never missing in Rosewood's and my dad's private jets, placing it over my ears, and the eye cover over my eyes, allowing the music to drown out my anger and fury. Collapsing the seat, I let my self relax, preparing for the landing to take place.

***

"You being sleeping beauty does favour me." Dante said immediately my eyes flew open. I pushed him away from me, getting up form the set I had been lying on. Wait! I had fallen asleep, and while I was asleep, we had landed.

I looked at Dante, who looked at my eye cover he held in one hand, and the headset in the other hand. "You were always a light sleeper. Why did it take me almost eight trials to wake you?"

"Maybe because you don't know how much I have changed since I was forcefully kicked out by you four years ago. " I saw the expression in his face change from amusement to hurt and remorse, and knew that my words had struck a nerve. Not as if I cared though, he deserved every bit of it.

He cleared his throat, dropping the rye cover and headset. "We need to get to the hotel in time to book rooms."

"Wow!" I exclaimed. "You didn't even book rooms. Great!"

"Well..." He got up. "The plan was to get there on time, and book rooms on time. But since you chose a date over it, we are now in a tight spot."

"Still pointing fingers. What was I expecting? An apple to become a grape?" I scoffed, walking past him. I checked my phone, and it was four minutes past nine. The weather was chilly and I was just wearing a dress that could pass for a second skin. Rubbing my arms, I dialed Winston's number. I had to apologize for how our date had to end. For how Dante had treated him, and ruined everything.

"Morgan." His voice came on, as if nothing bad had happened during the day.

"Hey Winston." I replied, shifting from one foot to another.

"How's was your trip?" He asked in the most unexpected tine I was expecting him to use.

"Umm... Yeah, it was fine." I gave a little laugh. "Just landed."

"Oh. Okay "

"I'm so sorry Winston." I apologized before he could say anything else. "For everything that happened today, for how you were treated..."

"It's okay Morgan. It wast your fault. It's fine."

"You are supposed to be angry Winston." I said to him. "It's not fine."

"Yes Morgan, I'm supposed to be angry but not at you. You did nothing wrong, and I'll be more than happy if you wouldn't beat yourself up about it." I could sense his smile in those words, and somehow I found myself smiling.

"Okay."

"Okay. Good... I have to go now, I have a surgery by 9:30pm. Well talk later. Enjoy your trip, don't let anyone get you mad."

"I won't." I said to him, hanging up.

"Do you want to spend the night here? In the airport?" Dante asked, loading the luggage into the trunk of a car. Without giving him a reply, I walked to the car, getting into the back seat. He gave a loud sigh before getting in and heading for the hotel.

The drive was silent, save for the annoying horns of the cars in the road, and noisy atmosphere of everywhere. We eventually got to the hotel, and alighted. I steeped into the hotel, not sparing Dante a look as he struggled with trying to get all the luggage in.

"We only have one room left. " The receptionist was saying. Like hell I was going to share one room with Dante. I would rather jump off a bridge.

"We need two. Isn't there a way to get us two? Somehow?"

"I'm sorry sir, but we can't. The others have been fully booked."

I looked at Dante, glaring at him. This was all his fault!