I walked with my shoulders back and head held high, refusing to show any sort of weakness, a feat in itself considering I was dressed in a tshirt and panties. He lead me into the back seat of a dark, expensive looking sedan. Every parent that has ever existed is probably screaming right now.

He only released my hand when the doors locked and the car began to move, the world outside partially hidden behind the heavily tinted windows. He passed me a bottle of water. Deciding that there was no point in them drugging it and considering how thirsty I was from having just woken up, I drank the entire bottle. And there goes rule number two. Sorry mom and dad. I placed the bottle in a cup holder as I moved to sit as far away from him as I could, trying to cross my legs before realising that the logistics of my outfit didn't really allow for that.

About thirty minutes later, the silence felt suffocating, scenarios flashing through my mind at dizzying speeds. "Where are we going?"

He looked up from his phone screen, seeming at first, like his thoughts weren't completely present. He blinked a few times, meeting my eyes as his trademark bravado returned. Interesting. "How about you scoot back over here so we won't have to yell." He patted the seat between us.

I crossed my arms. "I can hear you just fine."

"Okay, but what about giving some to get some?"

My eyes widened slightly. "Are you seriously saying you won't answer my question unless I sit next to you?"

He chuckled softly. "Well when you say it like that it sounds stupid." His expectant look was proof enough that despite his earlier joking tone, my moving was fully a prerequisite if I wanted any information. I made a big show of my displeasure of having to do so, as I moved closer. Well I'm mostly annoyed, I thought to myself as he placed a muscular arm around my shoulders, the scent of his cologne washing over me. He appeared to be very pleased with himself when he said, "My father wishes to meet you."

My eyebrows narrowed. "And why is he interested in me?"

His arm dropped just a little lower. "Have you looked in a mirror lately, doll?"

I did my best to brush off that comment. I rolled my eyes. Very aloof. "You know what I mean. Why would a busy man like him, want to meet with me?"

He shrugged. "I told him about our night together." His ever descending arm continued to move along, sending a shock down my spine as he gripped my waist and pulled my body even tighter against his.

"What night together? It was basically fifteen minutes."

His other hand grasped his heart dramatically as he winced. "Ah, you wound me." He grasped my chin. "Let me make it up to you then, give me one more night and I promise we'll have at least hours together." The double entendre had my mind drifting off to such thoughts.

I cleared my throat, trying to regain my focus for the issue in front of me. Come on, don't let him get in your head. You can handle him. I flashed him a smile. "Is that so?" I placed a hand on his shoulder. "What are we waiting for, then?" I leaned in. "I'm about ready to take you up on that offer right now. Was never big on meeting the parents anyway." If I could get him alone, I might be able to escape. Plus a bonus little hookup won't hurt anyone. I mentally flicked myself. I really need to get a lid on this attraction to him, or this plan is going to go south real fast.

He lightly squeezed my chin before letting it go. "As tempting as that sounds, no one ignores my father's wishes." Damn it.

I tilted my head. "Is that a warning?"

"Yes"

***

The car arrived in front of the airport a few hours later, turning in and driving all the way until it stopped in front of an awaiting private jet at the end of the runway. An elegant logo was displayed on the plane's tail; the letter 'P' incorporated into the design.

Andreas took my hand once more as one of the guards by the stairs that led up to the jet, came over and opened the door. We boarded the plane, Andreas placing me in a plush, leather seat at the back. He strapped me in before returning to his own seat at the front, which on this plane, felt like half a mile away.

I crossed my arms as I faced the window, doing my best to remain calm and gather my thoughts as we took off. I was so preoccupied that I hadn't realised that one of the flight attendants was bent over beside me. I looked up to look at her and flinched when I realised she was much closer than I had anticipated.

She held a tray of food in her hands. I let her place it on the table in front of me. "Mr. Petrov said that you might be hungry." I looked down at the food with a scrutinizing gaze. She regarded my underdressed state and obviously found it distasteful, if the expression on her face was any indication.

Whatever her issue was, I decided it wasn't any of my business. I'm not trying to make friends anyway. "Thank you." I took a bite of the steaming omelette on my plate.

'Cindy' as it read on the nametag pinned to the flight attendant's fitted shirt, seemed somwhat molified by that, the hateful look on her face easing somewhat. "Would you like apple juice or orange?" I pointed at the apple juice carton while I ate, what I had to admit, was one of the best omelettes I'd ever had.

"Once you're done, I've set your bags up in the bedroom at the end of the plane. Mr. Petrov said you can use all the facilities as you wish."

I thanked her once more before she moved to see to everyone else at the front. I almost gagged as Callum rested his hand on her bum when she bent over to serve him. He really is a man whore. I noted to myself as I angled my head to watch his obvious man handling of that poor rear end. She removed his hand, seeming to deny him with a hard expression on her face, from what I could discern while being too far to hear their conversation.

I finished up my breakfast before getting up and walking to the bedroom as per Cindy's instruction. Upon looking back, I noticed that she was now sat in the chair next to Callum with his hand on her knee. He's a really good man whore, damn.

I found a pair of double doors, through which laid a room that almost had me convinced we were no longer on a plane. It was entirely decorated in dark wood and gold, the queen sized bed in the center of the room made up in satin, beige sheets and pillows. On the bed sat a stack of clothing that I was probably meant to wear, beside my small backpack of belongings.

The round, gold-framed windows displayed the blue sky outside, the frames providing a stark contrast to the dark wood walls. My bare feet brushed against carpeted floor as I walked in, heading towards the door at the corner of the room that must have led to the bathroom.

I walked right into a classy, small bathroom that was made up of nothing but polished, glistening marble. How the plane could fly with all this extra weight was beyond me. I shrugged out of my clothes and jumped into the shower, keeping it short.

When I was done, I grabbed one of the awaiting fluffy, white towels on the towel rack in the corner and walked over to a small counter with a variety of new, still-packaged, travel-size bottles of high end toiletries.

I applied some lotion to my arms and the deodorant, applying some lipgloss before letting my hair down, running my fingers through it a couple of times. This is probably as good as its' going to get. As I walked back out into the bedroom, I smacked right into a hard, muscular wall with dark eyes.

"Andreas?" I mumbled in confusion, grabbing a hold of my towel as it began to unravel.

"Yeah?"

"You mind stepping out?" I picked up the pile of clothes. "Trying to get to business here."

He held his hands up. "Hey, don't mind me. Just trying to get to the bathroom." He regarded my current look. "I hadn't realised it was occupied."

"Ah..." I felt a light blush come to my cheeks as I I stepped aside, looking anywhere else.

Once I heard the lock in the door click behind him, I quickly slipped into my bra, as well as the new panties, sweatpants and tshirts the staff had left for me. I was just tying the hem of the shirt around my waist when I felt someone come up close behind me.

Andreas wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling my back firmly againt his front. My heart lept into my throat as every hair on my body stood on end. "Hi." His voice was right by my ear, his cheek brushing against my hair.

"Woah." I don't know if I can do this. Despite my reservations mentally, my body responded instantaenously to his, relaxing in his hold. I caught myself smiling at the how good it felt to have his body against mine. I turned in his grasp, managing a look of disapproval despite my body's best efforts. "What's this?" My voice was just a touch rougher than usual, which I hoped he didn't notice.

He grinned, his gaze scanning my face down to my chest and back. "Me taking you up on that offer babydoll, unless you were just trying to play me after all."

I sighed, giving him a sympathetic look. "Ah, you're smart enough to know the answer to that, aren't you?" He chuckled, leaning in closer. My will faltered for just a moment as I found myself doing the same, before I remembered my situation. I'm not fucking doing this. I swiftly pushed away from him, pulling myself out of his embrace. It happened so suddenly he didn't have time to resist. "Gotta give some to get some, baby."

I left him high and dry in the bedroom, not sparing a look back as I strode from the room. I considered returning to my earlier seat, but knew I wouldn't be able to stay there for longer than a couple of minutes. I caught sight of Damien with a book in his hand. He doesn't seem all that dangerous, even before. And it's either him or Callum anyway.

Deciding he was the lesser of three evils, I moved to take the seat next to him. As I was passing by Callum, I heard an audible slap before the flight attendant he'd been 'courting' earlier stood up and left. Ouch. He stood up to go after her. "C'mon, I told you I wouldn't do that again. Why would I b-" His voice disappeared as he did around the curtain to the galley, deciding to keep whatever argument that was, private. Fine by me, I've got enough bullshit to think about without all that noise.

He didn't look up as I settled into the seat beside him. "You lost?"

I shrugged. "I got bored."

"Don't know why you're telling me this."

"You asked." He looked over with a brow raised. "Kind of." He seemed to be sizing me up. I refused to break eye contact. "So I'll be sitting here for the rest of the trip, cool? "

"Do whatever you want." I couldn't help but smile as he said that like what we were having was the most natural conversation in the world. I like him already.

"Thanks." I pulled the cover of the book towards me. "What are you reading?"

"You just looked at the cover." He responded dismissively, seeming truly engrossed in the book in his hands.

"This a favourite?"

"One of them."

"Can I read it with you?"

He gave me an amused look, my favourite one of his expressions thus far. "Are you really asking?"

I mirrored his look. "Guess not." I could have sworn his lips tugged up into a small smile for a millisecond before he got a handle on his expression.

I moved onto the armrests between his seat and mine, leaning an elbow on his shoulder to see the pages, the large man beside me not seeming to mind as we read.

It was quite the page turner, and managed to occupy my thoughts for the most part. Eventually though, my restless mind drifted completely back to thoughts of how this meeting was about to go down. I really need to find some way out of this mess, or at least put whatever off until dad can track me down. "We're headed to Andreas' father right?" Damien simple nodded, turning a page. "Any idea what that's going to mean for me?"

He sighed, laying the book on his lap. "I'll be honest with you."

"Wouldn't want it any other way."

"With Mr. Petrov, its never simple. That's one of the things that make him one of the best at what he does, he keeps a couple steps ahead of everyone else at all times."

I rubbed my temples. "Real comforting, thanks." I sighed. "So I won't know if I'll be sleeping with the fishies till we get there."

He shrugged. "When you really think about it, if he was gonna off you, you wouldn't be flown first class all the way over to meet him, would you?"

I crossed my arms. He does make a lot of sense there. "I guess you're right."

He reopened his book. "You're welcome Nicole."

"How'd you-" They did track me down. "Right." I patted him on the shoulder. "Thanks Dame."

"I see you're getting comfortable. You all done cozying up to Callum or is he next?" Andreas' tone and expression was light, but there was a tightness around his signature smirk that relayed his true feelings. He couldn't be jealous, could he?

Damien paid our conversation no mind, flipping to the next page. I flashed him a bright smile. "Ah, I thought I might skip that one, since he's getting busy in the galley."

"How considerate of you."

"Mm, that's me. Big-" I placed a hand on the top of my left breast. "heart."

His smile faltered just a touch as his attention flashed to a little under my fingers for a fraction of a moment. "Trust me, I've noticed."

Feeling emboldened by his obvious interest, I stood up. "You seem a little agitated sugar, don't tell me you're smitten already."

"And what if I was? Would you give me the time of day?" He took a step forward, and I, one back. "Or you just going to play with my feelings again?"

I fake-winced. "Oh, didn't like that huh?"

He and I took another step, as he shook his head. "Do it again and I'll show you exactly how I took it."

Despite how I kept reminding myself not to enjoy this, this entire conversation had me more and more in like with him. Fuck me. "That so?" I kept my eyes on his lips as I leaned in, my hand coming up to grasp the side of his face. Our lips were just a breath apart when his eyes slid shut and I took the last couple of steps back to my original seat.

I watched in amusement as his expression turned to one of confusion before his eyes flew open, his look as it met mine promising retribution that made me want to open my arms in invitation, amongst other things. This man is too fine. He surprised me by choosing a place quite a distance away. And the game continues. He looked over only once, to which I responded with a flying kiss that he did not react to, before he turned his back to me to settle into his new seat.

***

I was hot and bothered for the rest of the flight, fidgeting tirelessly as I watched Andreas' back not so subtly between magazines and 'contemplation out the window', when I wasn't doing my best to come up with a way to escape. We landed shortly after lunch was served, the plane touching down on what looked like a private runway, surrounded by a dense forest.

The pilot parked the jet in a well hidden hanger, the wall designed to blend in with the trees around it, before the door was opened. Andreas took hold of my waist as we got off, his hand suspiciously low as we moved towards yet another awaiting, dark sedan.

***

The drive was short as it seemed that the runway was just a part of a large estate. I did my best to note anything that could help identify my current location, but all I could see was what appeared to be miles of manicured lawns.

Andreas had a hold on my arm as we stepped from the car, my eyes travelling over the walls of the gigantic marble structure before me. The architecture appeared classic, compliemented by a huge fountain in the driveway amidst neatly trimmed hedges. We stepped through the large front doors into a tastefully designed entryway, the chandelier above us glistening in the morning sun. As my entourage of kidnappers led me through the house, I found that it was all decorated in a style to match the exterior, baroque style paintings adorning the walls above aptly chosen, velvet couches and other dark wood furnishings.

The group halted before a room that somehow felt more imposing than the others we had passed. Andreas seized my waist once more as he rapped his knuckles against the dark wood doors. He patiently waited for a gruff voice to allow him entrance before I was led in.

So, so sorry that I haven't updated for while. Will try to do so more often from now on :D Thanks for reading! -Roxy