She Loved Him and He Died

6. The Golden Haired Girl

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"No."

"Yes!- wait! That's not fair!" I yell as Hero smiles triumphantly.

"Sorry, love, but you already agreed."

Currently we are in a argument about my conditions that still stand. "No I didn't, you tricked me!"

"Tomato, potato," he dismissively waves his hand at me.

"I think you mean tomato, tomato (tom-aw-toe)," I chuckle at him and he just shrugs he shoulders.

"Anyways, my conditions still stand," he says, "I will buy whatever I want for you, I will baby you as much as I want, I'd love to touch you as well but since we are trying to compromise- I won't. I'll just let you slowly get more and more sexually frustrated till you beg me to touch you." He whispers the last sentence seductively.

"Fine," I grunt, "but just know that last one will never happen." I exaggeratedly flip my hair over my shoulder.

Since Hero coming to my apartment a hour ago, he has seemed like a completely different person. He's joking, fun, nice and very smiley. He looks happy.

But now we are in a car on our way to Hero's private jet. I almost choked when he told me that's where we were going, I know he's loaded but I still thought we'd be riding in a regular airplane.

"You say that now," he responds as we pull up to where his sleek black jet is waiting for us. I'm sure I look stupid with the way my mouth is hanging open and my eyes are wide.

It looks so... expensive.

"You gonna come inside of it or are you just gonna stay here staring at it?" Hero asks with humor laced through his voice.

I am quick to unsnap my seat belt and climb out of the door that Hero is holding open for me. Giving a small 'thank you' he nods in response and leads me to the stairs. I pause and start taking deep breaths, Hero notices my sudden halt and turns to face me, "you alright?" He asks sincerely.

"Y-yeah, I've just flew once before." I tell him honestly.

"From Australia?" He asks with brows furrowed.

"Yeah, how'd you know?" She cocks her head to the side.

"Your accent," he states.

"Oh," now the reason I still have the car Miss Martha gave me is because I payed all of my savings to get it here. It was way too sentimental to me to leave back in Perth. Finally I gather the courage to enter the small plane after Hero and I take a seat in a comfortable black leather couch that matches the also black interior. I admire the way everything fits so nicely together and isn't overwhelming either. It seems dark and mysterious just like Hero.

"So, Mr. Finnes-Tiffin, where we off to first?" I ask as the engine starts.

"Well, first off," he holds up his pointer finger, "please stop calling me that, it's just Hero," he tells me and I nod, "second," he then also puts up his middle finger to signal 'two' "we are gonna go and enjoy the beauty of my home city."

"Where is that?" I ask curiously.

"London." A fond smile takes over his face. It's a smile that you can tell he hasn't shown in a while. It's fresh.

"Ooh, I've always wanted to visit there," I tel him truthfully.

"Really?" His voice sounds a bit surprised.