The runaway bride

Chapter 19: The plane ride.

Ivy found herself sitting in Jimin's private jet. He wanted to show her how his other hotel was doing. He wanted to show her that he had no intention of destroying their small community, before she made the final decision, which he knew she won't take lightly. Ivy agreed. More so, because it gave her the opportunity to know more about him. She lowered the magazine that she was holding and eyed him up and down.

She replayed in her mind the time spent with him. How his eyes lit up when he explained how the ballroom will look like, the smile that spread on his lips. His eyes turning into little crescents as he genuinely laughed. The kiss they shared, the kiss that made all her walls explode in tiny pieces.

He wasn't buffed, he wasn't muscular, but his body was toned. He had soft features that made his overwhelming aura knocking the air out of her every time he would look at her. His plum lips were driving her crazy. Was it possible to fall in love with someone just by hearing his stories? To watch him in delight as he explained the things that made him wrapped up in his own world? Ivy was screwed.

Indeed she was falling in love with him. Not due to his looks, because of the passion in his voice. His sparkly eyes when he would talk about his future projects. She could listen to him for hours, drink in his every word. His compelling voice made her soul sing.

Yes, she was definitely screwed. She didn't care if she would become the next mark on his bedpost. She didn't care if the next day he would turn his back on her. She would only have one chance to completely lose herself in the mirage he was offering. Ivy knew better than to wish for a serious relationship with him. He didn't do relationships, it was more than obvious, but the hope was still there. Lingering on the edge of hopelessness.

Jimin was typing something on his phone, his eyebrows furrowed. Without a second thought, she pushed any logic thought away, and got to her feet. She took his hand and Jimin raised his eyebrow.

"What are you doing?" He got to his feet as she winked at him.

She placed her finger on his plummy lips and leaned in to whisper in his ear. "I'll show you what making love means."

Jimin's ears perked up hearing those words. He never though that the cold calculated Ivy would give in. With a smile on his face he nodded with his head. "Lead the way angel." His soft voice sent tingles down her body.

They walked a few steps and Ivy pushed the door open, revealing a very appealing bed. That must be one of the perks of having a private jet. You could do whatever, whenever. Ivy pushed Jimin on the bed, then sat on top of him.

Her hands caught the ends of her T-shirt to take it off, when Jimin's hand caught hers. "I don't want you to feel compelled to do so. Don't do anything that you might regret later."

Ivy didn't miss the desire in his eyes, or how his voice had an edge in it. She rubbed herself against his crotch, feeling his member twitch underneath her. "I want to do this." She whispered. She didn't want to change her mind, to allow doubt to creep inside her thoughts. She wanted to be a special time for them, and maybe who knows, next day she might not regret it.

"Are you sure?" He asked again, staring into her eyes, looking of any sign that she wasn't ready.

"I'm sure." She brightly smiled.

That was all the confirmation Jimin needed. In a matter of seconds, he was the one on top of her. His leg rested between hers, while she rubbed herself against him. Without any words spoken he ripped up her t-shirt, undo her bra, her breast on full display. He beamed at the sight. She was perfect. Not too small, not too big either. Just perfect, just like she was.