I Hate You But I Love You More

Chapter 3

I don't know if I have mention this but...I'm really not friends with heights. Or departing land for that matter. I haven't travel by plane in my entire life and it is all for a reason. I am mortified to even think about plummeting from above. I mean it's a plane with 'wings'. Let's be honest it's no bird. My entire life is in the hands of some guy. No offense.

I am standing on the stairs, just in front the entrance of Darson's private jet. My feet are glued to it. I am not ready to make such a decision. How high do these things even go? "Mrs. Meldeev, please enter." A man gestures for me to proceed but all I can do is blink at his order.

After an awkward round of stares exchanged between us both, I make a small laugh. "This is a whole jet, huh?" I nod to myself with an awkward smile. "Isn't it amazing what the world can do? Stick a few things in there and up we go." I tap the jet lightly, my following laughter humourless. "Don't even mention these pilots. I commend their braincells-"

"Just get in the jet. Unlike you, I have business to do and is a very busy man." I glare at Darson before an eye roll surfaces.

"And apparently you're an insolent jerk too." I stomp my way into the jet. The flight attendant beside the door snorts, a smile fighting to pull at his lips. Darson looks between us for a split second before going back to stare at a document. He really thinks he's that important.

I drop down in the seat opposite him just as another flight attendant emerges. "Good day, Mr. and Mrs. Meldeev. Please fasten your seat belts. We are preparing for take off." Darson and I nod before complying. My palms are beginning to sweat and I am too prideful to wipe it because I know Darson will jab at me. He doesn't talk much but when he does, it's never something good. He puts the phrase 'if you have nothing good to say don't say it at all' to shame.

"If you continue shaking your leg like that you'll bring down the plane." My attention snaps to Darson, my legs immediately halting. Wait, what? He just said-. My breathing slowly increases and the only way I thought about helping my current situation is to open my mouth. Of course, I can't make promises that it'll be smart.

"Can it really?" I lean forward as though asking him a secret I don't want the staff to hear. He doesn't spare me one glance. I swear if I keep rolling my eyes like this they'll roll right out of its sockets one day. "I was only joking, anyway." I mutter before leaning back in my seat.

"You can now remove your seatbelts." My seatbelt is fine thanks. Darson removes his and I can't help but snicker in my head. Such a show off. So I'm terrified of heights much more planes, big deal. Look how smug he appears. Just because you're clinging onto a white sheet of paper and not your seat doesn't mean you get points over me. Face palm. What am I even saying?

I glance back in Darson's directions to be met with an empty seat. Why is Darson's seat empty? My eyes settle on a retreating Darson as he makes his way down the little hall. "W-where are you going?" He ignores me as expected and the panic starts rising in my chest as I stand to my feet. There's no way I'm staying here alone. I grip onto the seat, my feet dragging against the floor as I go. My hands don't dare part from any solid object. The nausea is clambering its way up my throat and honestly it's becoming harder to keep it down. I feel like the floor is about to open up and swallow me whole.

When my hands do not meet with anything tangible, I slowly stoop to the floor. Darson is busy reading some kind of book so I bet say he will not notice me clinging onto the floor for dear life as I make my way to the small sofa opposite him. Almost there. Almost there. A little further. Just one more-. I freeze in place, my hand lingering in the air as a result of my inability to finish my next step forward.

I almost jump out of my skin for crying out loud. Wasn't he reading his book? Why is he staring at me in...what is that? Amusement? I'm a bit creeped out honestly. Since when does he sport such a look. He's pulling it off too. Darn him!