Chapter eleven: Little whore

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"Well, this is the lounge," Cel lead me into the room beside the bar. It was far more spacious than I expected from the outside. After all, I haven't been on a plane this huge ever. The colours throughout the inside of the plane were very light and consisted of mostly white, light brown and gold. The lounge had a giant couch, a small coffee table and a decorative fireplace. Right by the couch, there was a counter that separated the living room from the small kitchen with stairs on the side. "That's the kitchen; it's full of drinks and snacks so you can have anything, anytime." I nodded. "And here," she opened the door at the end of the huge room and waltzed inside the next room. "This is the meeting room."

This room wasn't big but around ten people could easily sit here. It had a big screen across the room and a light wood table surrounded by chairs. I took a sip of my drink as she began to go towards the stairs. We reached the second floor and I immediately noticed a hallway with many doors.

"So these are the bedrooms. The first eight bedrooms are regular and have three bathrooms to share," We went further into the hallway. "These two," she pointed to two doors across one another. "Are the first two master bedrooms and will be taken by mine and your grandparents." Might end with devastating consequences. We moved further. "These two would be our parents and these two are our separate rooms." I nodded.

"So we're not sharing?" She looked at me.

"No. Nothing is happening between us, remember?" I nodded, sipping my whisky. I liked seeing her annoyed. I liked just knowing I had an impact on her.

"But we'll have to share a bathroom." I smiled.

"I don't mind."

"I do, but it's for a short time." She opened my room and motioned for me to go in. I went in and saw a double bed in the middle, a window, a small dresser, a mirror on the wall and a TV.

"I like it. It's cosy and nice." I said while looking around.

"Yeah."

"Signore e signori, decolleremo tra cinque minuti, quindi per favore trova un posto nel salotto o nel soggiorno e preparati per il decollo. Ladies and gentlemen, we will take off in five minutes, so please find a seat in the lounge or living room and get ready for take-off. Avere un bel volo. Have a nice flight." We heard the pilot say.

"Go sit down, Liam."

"And you?" She smiled.

"I'll be fine." She walked into her room and closed the door. I saw Aldo go out of his room as I began to head towards the stairs.

"Mr Martinelli," I smiled.

"Aldo, just call me Liam." He nodded and we began to walk downstairs.

"We haven't really got a chance to chat, but I'm going to ask you straight out," I nodded. "Do you like my sister?" His question was definitely something I should've expected. It still caught be off guard.

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