Hang On Tight

PART 5.

Breathe in. Breathe out.
Cover your eyes... Cover your ears... Don't look down, it's almost over... you're almost there...

I didn't think much about my travel with Can Bey until the night before the flight. As I was looking for a suitable outfit to wear to this mini work trip, I started feeling anxious. I never go on airplanes, I have a severe fear of heights ever since I can remember myself. My mom says I used to cry even when my uncle lifted me up in the air. That's how afraid I was of heights.

How am I going to tackle this fear without Demir by my side to hold my hand? Who is going to calm my nerves? I was absolutely mortified of the thought of Can Bey seeing me at my worst possible shape- sweaty palms and racing heart. It wasn't a pretty sight.
I thought about emailing him and cancelling the whole thing, but I knew that he would fire me without a second thought. Can Bey doesn't play around with new secretaries who fear heights. Can Bey doesn't play around period.
I finally decided not to think about it, and just wait for the morning to come and for this nightmare to be over. Maybe if I'll do well on this trip I can convince my boss to keep me local in the future.
I woke up at 5:30 in the morning, took a quick shower and got ready to leave. Demir was still sleeping, as I leaned over him and gently kissed his forhead. He slowly opened his eyes and mumbled "get home safe."
God knows how badly I wanted to get home already!

I waited for Can Bey outside of terminal 1, as he requested via email that same morning.
As tired travelers passed by me, I was nervously looking for my boss to arrive and tell me (please God!) that he decided to take the train instead. But that didn't happen.

A black Mercedes S-Class pulled over the terminal's busy entrance way, as the driver stepped out of the car and rushed to open the back passenger's door. Can Bey stepped out of the car looking sharp in a navy blue suit and a white button down, two buttons open, revealing a glimpse of his tanned muscular chest. Just enough to drive any female into volunteered madness, even as early as 6:50 in the morning.

"Good morning. It's nice to see that you're here on time. I hate when people are late." He said with his husky morning voice.
"I'm never late." I replied, looking down avoiding his gaze. The morning sun was piercing my eyes and having him standing so close to me made it almost impossible for me to look straight. Why does he always have to stand so close... Doesn't he recognize the right for personal space is one of the most basic rights we have as humans?!

"Good. We are going for a quick meeting in Marmaris. We have a new murder case, and we're going to represent the widower, Mrs. Sibel. I'll tell you about it later. Follow me, my jet is awaiting us." He said as he slightly pushed the bar on the revolving glass door, making room for the both of us to get in.

The longest three seconds of my life...

I felt the air being sucked out of my lungs at once, as he stood close to me with his back pressed against the glass door and his arm leaning against mine. His intoxicating scent of cologne mixed with the mint he was chewing were more than I could handle... I was attempting to stretch my arm uncomfortably, trying to move away from him as he leaned forward and touched my hair.
"Oh, I thought you had something stuck in there." He said as we finally stepped out of that glass cage from hell.
I exhaled loudly and followed him. He didn't even notice how distraught I was. Why would he? I'm sure he's used to making females around him feel uncomfortable with his lack of respect for personal space. How arrogant and rude. I despise every single thing about this man.

We finally arrived at the gate and we were quickly escorted out to his private jet. Needless to say that I've only seen private jets in movies. This one seemed massive.
The pilot, the copilot and a tall blonde stewardess were waiting outside the lavish aircraft, welcoming Can Bey and I with a warm smile. I could swear I saw the stewardess winking at my boss and him smiling back at her. Or maybe my imagination was playing tricks on me.
Knees trembling, I followed the stewardess into his jet as she introduced herself to me.
"I'm Ezgi, please don't hesitate to request anything at any time." She said.
Can Bey walked right in front of me, exchanging few words with the pilot.

The interior of the jet was just as lavish as its exterior: the cabin was lined with rich cream colored leather and custom wood veneer, perfectly matched with a light grey fine carpet covering the floor.
I quietly took a seat, trying to catch my breath as the stewardess came by and showed me how to fasten my seatbelt.
Can Bey was already seated, going through some paperwork and chatting with one of the interns over his cellphone.

I closed my eyes as tightly as I could as the pilot ran the engines and loudly took off, gripping the seat's armrest so hard, I probably left holes in that expensive custom made leather.
After the scariest few minutes of my life, I finally opened my eyes and looked across from me at Can Bey's empty seat.
Where did he go? I wondered. I opened my bag and took my cellphone out, as I heard strange noises coming from the back of the cabin right behind the closed brown curtain. It took me a second and half to realize that those sounds came out of Ezgi's throat as she was moaning in pleasure. I could vividly picture him pinning that tall blonde against the cold wooden veneer and fucking her hard. Her increasingly loud moans didn't leave any room for imagination, clear indication of what he did to her back there.
I was shaking my head in disgust thinking to myself for crying out loud we just took off, when did he even... when a loud thump of turbulence made the seatbelt sign go on. The jet entered a patch of rough winds, causing it to quiver and tremble in the air. I started uncontrollably shaking, my heart beating so fast I thought I'm going to die. I clenched my thighs together firmly and prayed for it to be over as tears streamed down my face. I sobbed loudly in what seemed to be the longest flight turbulence to ever exist, as I suddenly felt his firm hand on my shoulder.
"Melis are you ok? What happened?" He asked as I looked up in terror.
He was staring down at me with a concerned look as he adjusted his leather belt, fixing his pants with an abrupt hand movement.
"Are you afraid of flying?" He quietly asked.
I couldn't find my voice. He crouched down to my level, and unfastened my seatbelt helping me get up.
I felt like a baby learning to walk for the very first time, as he directed me to the empty seat besides him.
"Sit here. Everything will be okay." He calmly said.
"I'm so sorry I interrupted you back there, it wasn't my intention at all, I'm so embarrassed!" I blurted out.
"Oh, that?" He looked back at the empty aisle and chuckled.
"Don't worry about it. Just close your eyes and get some rest it's a short flight, we're almost there." He said as I leaned back against the headrest, feeling my heart rate slowly getting back to a steady pace.

The next thing I know, he was touching my leg softly, waking me up.
"We're here." He announced.