“The flight has been waiting for us for half an hour but you wouldn't open your eyes. Are you on drugs?” He shouted at her with unlimited indignation.
Safia looked around her, feeling disoriented because of sleep. But when her eyes finally landed on Sion, she felt more like he was acting his anger upon her rather than really having it. That dream…was it really her dream with her in Sion’s arms or it was reality?
Ten minutes later the flight was in the air and the air hostess was openly flirting with him flashing her goods. “Good morning sir! What can I get you for breakfast? We have chicken noodles and fried eggs with toast.”
Safia’s lips tightened in anger but was clueless on why she was feeling jealous. The man sitting beside her was not even her friend. Being a husband is a far lost option.
Sion tried to distance himself, bending backwards on his seat feeling the hesitance with the air hostess. “Ladies first.” He signaled Safia almost leaning over her to avoid the stewardess’s touch.
Safia chewed on her lips in an irk, vacated the seat beside him and sat on the opposite row as if he was poison that she is not supposed to touch.
The air hostess came to her dispirited and Safia could easily see the relent in her eyes. “Thank you very much. I don't want anything. He is all yours.” She wore a plastic smile and told her.
The lady came back to Sion in high spirits. But he stopped, gesturing to her to keep her distance from him. “Don't you see I have company? You will be fired next time you make this unprofessional move.” He warned her by establishing his ascendency and command over her.
“Are you sure you don't want anything to eat? The journey is going to take long.” His temperament immediately transformed to concern when his eyes turned towards Safia.
Her stomach was growling for food. But she was a woman with heightened self-esteem. Safia very well knew that if she was not present they would have already been naked in the bed by then. “I know the type of a person you are. You don't have to act gentlemanly. Carry on with that slut.” She pointed to the door from which the lady went.
In a blink of an eye he was beside her making her appalled. Sion ground his teeth glaring daggers at her but his voice was not more than a whisper. “You don't get to choose the woman I fuck. Understand? Be in your limits.”
Safia's fingers started to shake with the ferocity that surfaced his eyes. But was she going to give up in the battle? “My dialogue is also the same. Be in your limits and stay away from me.” She pointed to the little distance between them.
Sion sat back in his seat without touching her but did not leave the place beside her. What bothered Safia more was, he could not even tell the stewardess that she was his wife.
Safia didn't know why the matter even bothered her because she hated the guy’s guts and couldn't stand his presence even for a few moments.
With the thoughts of Sion in her mind, sleep took over her. After sometime she felt being lifted and her back touched a super soft mattress.
In the sleep she turned around and her fingers touched something warm and hairy. There was a slight movement underneath her fingertips followed by a low growl.
Safia opened her eyes in terror and lol. She saw the monster in her thoughts right beside her. His heavy arm went around her waist and pulled her more into him.
Whatever this was, it was not supposed to be a dream. Because her eyes were wide open. Sion looked very pleasant in his sleep as against the horrific devil she witnessed every day and then all of a sudden reality dawned on her. How could he dare to touch her and also sleep beside her with no shirt? He was the one who asked her to get out of his bedroom in the first place. With the very invitation of the thought Safia’s nerves boiled.
She threw his arm that was around her and sat up on the bed with the whole world of anger. “Who brought me here? How dare you touch me and sleep beside me?” She fumed with temper.
“I brought you here because I found you feeling uncomfortable in the seat you were sleeping in. And what is wrong when I sleep beside you? We are husband and wife?”
“Only on paper. In reality we don't have any connection with each other. And there are no paparazzi here, so we need to act all cozy and in love. Next time you touch me, the result will not be pleasing because I'm not a whore like that lady who will come hopping to your bed and please you.” Safia told him sternly.
“Is it? Then how come you managed your company to float all these days?” Within a heartbeat, Sion pulled her back to bed and was on top of her kissing her wildly with fierceness. His hands glided to all curves of her body as if he possessed and ruled her.
Initially Safia opposed but with passing moments she felt his kiss difficult to resist. His tongue rolled into her mouth like a tsunami sweeping away her existence from earth to a celestial world.
Safia felt like she was swimming in the clouds as his hands crawled over all her curves reaching her buttocks before squeezing them. A soft moan erupted off her and that instigated him to turn their kiss deeper.
His tongue swept all the contours of her mouth with need bringing a nubile victory in her. Her heart began to dance in rhythm with his and body was filled with goosebumps. Safia accosted him in the swing following his tongue movements. His naked hairy chest and muscles arms were doing magic on her. They were hungrily kissing each other until their lungs ran out of air and were forced to depart.
