ON AIR!

ORION.

As the plane soared through the clouds, I could hardly wrap my head around how quickly everything had changed. One moment, I was at home with him as we ravaged each other, and the next, I was off to Germany with him. His spontaneous invitation caught me off guard last night, and I'm still caught off guard right now.

I recalled my secretary's frustrated voice as I explained the sudden cancellation of a week worth of my meetings. I knew she was right to be annoyed, yet I was determined she had to do her job at the end of the day. And I should try and embrace whatever this trip had in store for me, it might be exciting. Harro's text had reassured me that my packing was unnecessary, but I couldn't shake the feeling of wanting to be prepared, I've never gone anywhere without packing a few necessities of mine before.

As we flew, I considered the state of the company back home. My dad would be in charge, plotting his next moves, and I could almost hear his incredulous tone when my secretary delivered the news of my sudden travel. I made it very clear to her that keeping him in the dark my reason for travelling was crucial; after all, I needed time to strategize my next steps without his interference.

Our flight is Germany-bound, I pondered the reason behind our spontaneous trip. Harro's grandmother was turning 60, and he wanted to celebrate with her. A noble gesture, but I suspected there was more to him bringing me along. Our unfinished business, for one. What exactly were we? I glanced over at Harro, his beautiful face serene in sleep. A smile crept onto my lips. He must have been as excited as I was, lying awake last night.

I chuckled to myself. Who invites someone they almost slept with to accompany them to a family function? Harro, apparently. I shook my head, amused. Maybe I should follow his lead and catch some rest. We still had an hour or so before landing. Sleep might do me some good. I haven't had a vacation in a while so maybe this is not such a bad idea.

I managed to sneak in a few minutes of sleep before Harro's gentle touch roused me. His hands cradled my face, his warm breath whispering against my skin as he whispered, "We've landed." My cheeks flushed as he sealed his words with a soft kiss, his lips brushing against mine. A smirk danced on his lips, clearly amused by my reaction. I couldn't help but feel a flutter in my chest. Harro's kisses still left me breathless, and I wondered if I'd ever grow accustomed to the sensation.

As we stepped off the plane, a sleek escort of three cars whisked us away to Harro's family estate. Upon arrival, we were warmly welcomed by Harro's grandmother, who exuded elegance and warmth. We were informed that Harro's father would join us later in the day, arriving from Canada.

As Harro introduced me to his grandmother, he described me as his friend and business associate - a label that seemed to fit our complicated relationship. Just as the introductions were underway, a stunning young woman with snow-white hair appeared behind Harro's grandmother. Her striking resemblance to Harro was undeniable. With a bright smile, she wrapped Harro in a warm hug, kissing his cheeks with affection.

"Cousin!" she said in greetings, her voice calm and confident. Harro smirked and returned her greeting with a nod, his hands tucked casually into his pockets. "Last time you were here, you fucked my boyfriend," she added, her words dripping with sass. "Hope things will be different this time?"

My eyes widened in shock as I turned to Harro, who merely shrugged, his expression nonchalant. "Correction, ex-boyfriend," Harro replied with a smirk, his eyes glinting with amusement. "And it's not my fault he preferred the male version of you, Azalea."

Harro's cousin rolled her eyes, her gaze flashing with annoyance, before walking away with an unbothered swagger. I stood there, agog, my mind reeling from the unexpected exchange.

Their grandmother chuckled fondly, her eyes twinkling with mirth, before muttering "Kids" under her breath. She then ushered us to follow her, leaving me to wonder: what kind of family was this? They seemed so unbothered, so carefree, and yet, their dynamics were undeniably complex. No wonder Harro had grown up to be the same – confident, charismatic, and unapologetically himself.

After a delightful afternoon of light-hearted chatter and savory snacks with Harro's grandmother, we were finally shown to our rooms to rest and recharge. I was eagerly anticipating a few minutes of blissful sleep, but that prospect seemed increasingly unlikely as I caught sight of Harro lounging by the door, a smug smile spreading across his face as he watched my every move.

His piercing gaze seemed to bore into my skin, making me feel like an insect under a microscope. I couldn't help but wonder what was going through his mind, what mischief he was plotting as he stood there, his eyes never leaving mine.

"My room is just around the corner," Harro said, his voice low and husky, as he leaned against the doorframe, his eyes never leaving mine. I rolled my eyes, a wry smile spreading across my face.

"I know it's not a coincidence," I said, my tone matter-of-fact. "It's clearly your doing that your room just so happens to be in the guest quarter, right next to mine." Harro shrugged, his shoulders rising and falling in a casual, fluid motion, as he began to stroll towards me.

My heart skipped a beat, then somersaulted, as he drew closer, his eyes burning with an intensity that made my skin prickle with anticipation.

Harro's whispered words sent shivers down my spine: "I love that you're hot and smart, you're such a catch." His lips brushed against mine, leaving me breathless, before he smacked my ass, the sudden sting igniting a flame within me.

As he strolled out, he spoke over his shoulder, "You should get some rest. I'll come for you when it's time for dinner." The door closed, and I was left reeling.

Well, fuck me! He's got me exactly where he wants me, and he's savoring every moment. I need a cold shower – pronto! – or I'll forget all about this afternoon nap I'd been dreaming about. My mind is consumed by thoughts of him: the way he moves, talks, and touches me. My body feels like it's on fire, my skin still tingling from his touch.

I don't know if it's the drought in my love life that's making me act like this or if it's the fact that I'm attracted to Harro. Whatever it is, I know one thing – I'm in big trouble.