"You scumbag! Can't you keep your fucking dick inside your pants! You're a jerk for taking her home!" She yelled, and he crossed his arms across his chest in an attempt to intimidate her.
"I wouldn't have if I had known she was from your family; instead, I would have kicked her out of my club." He replied curtly while watching her eyes darken with hatred.
"What else would I expect from a jerk like you? Agnor, make sure I never see your fucking face again!" She spun around. "You said it last time, Callahan!" He responded, and she cocked her head slightly.
"Nonetheless, here we are. I still had to deal with you, you fucking ogre!" She turned around and stormed towards the church, the girl trailing behind her timidly. As he got into his car and slammed the door shut, his blood boiled with rage. After all, the world was small, much smaller than he had assumed.
3 weeks ago:
Judith stretches her stiff limbs after the amazing slumber, and a smile forms on her lips as she looks out her hotel window at the waves of the mighty sea.
After a 19 hours flight from Dubai to Hawaii, she had finally landed and checked into her hotel the night before. While her co-pilots had rested and left for their next flights, she was excited to enjoy the much needed vacation after two whole years.
She took a shower and changes into a light dress before heading downstairs for breakfast. She takes a seat at a single table overlooking the ocean and digs into her plate of food as it is brought to her. What a wonderful morning, no chaos, no work, only peace, and quiet. As she sipped her coffee, she breathed a sigh of relief. She leans back, her gaze drawn to the crashing waves on the long beach. Her phone on the table suddenly vibrates, informing her that she has received a notification. She picks up the phone and notices a new message from the Flight Dispatcher. She frowns and scrunches up her brows in annoyance as she opens the mail. She goes through her contacts and dials, "I'm officially on vacation!" She exclaims, and the man on the other end sighs
"I know and I'm sorry, but Sage called in sick."
"What do you mean, 'I'm sorry!' I just returned from a 19-hour flight!" She exclaimed frustrated,
"He is a very important client Judith."
"He may be an important client but why not ask somebody else?" She whined,
"There is no other available pilot there nor we have the time to fly in someone else.
You are the only available pilot we have there and you are one of the best, Raven. Just fly him to Berlin and you're done. I'll make sure you get an extra day of leave." The voice on the other end begged and she sighed giving in.
"Fine!"
"Thank you. I'll send a car to pick you up in ten minutes." She hung up the phone and returned to her hotel room. She put on her uniform and pulled her hair back into a slick bun. She was on her way to the lobby after moisturizing her face and applying lip gloss. She only brought her pilot's bag and left her luggage in her hotel room because she planned to return after the flight.
She walked out of the hotel, and soon a Delta Airlines car stopped in front of her. She slipped in, and they were on their way to Daniel K. Inouye International Airport. After checking through security, she headed for the crew lounge. When her phone rang, she took it from her pocket. She rolled her eyes as she saw Sage's name flash across the screen. She took the phone call and placed it against her ear.
"What?" She said brusquely,
"Hey ya, Raven! How's it hanging!" When his upbeat voice came through, she felt like punching him in the face. "I thought you were sick Sage!"
"About that, I'm sorry for this. My girlfriend arrived here yesterday, and if I told her I was leaving for Berlin today, she would kill me. Worse she would destroy my Xbox!" She shook her head as he exclaimed. "You gotta think through your priorities. This is the last time, and you owe me!" As she walked into the lounge, she stated firmly.
"Of course! I gotta go now. Have a pleasant flight! Aloha!" She hung up the phone as she noticed another pilot approaching her.
"Captain Callahan?" He asked,
"Judith Callahan." She said, extending her palm for a handshake, which he gladly accepted, "Albert Ross, your First-officer. I apologize you had to come on such short notice." He apologized, feeling guilty. "It's alright. Is the crew here?" She inquired as he nodded and motioned her to the opposite end of the lounge.
After Albert introduces her to the three flight attendants, they begin reading the latest airline information and checking the weather forecast.
They walk to the gate after reviewing the report, where the gate agents have the flight release ready. The flight release is a formal document issued by the flight dispatcher that informs the pilots of the airplane they will fly, the exact routing that has been filed, the fuel calculations, and the altitude that has been filed. She was going to fly a Gulfstream G650, even though she had flown a lot of Boeings and Airbuses, but she had only flown the Gulfstream G650 a handful of times. It was the most expensive private jet in the market so there were not that many clients. She, on the other hand, preferred flying larger planes.
It was the first flight of the day; the airplane had been shut down the night before because the client had arrived the evening before. The ground crew had shut the door and retracted the jetway. The jetway doors were closed, and the terminal door was locked.
They proceeded to the airplane after the jetway was unlocked. The flight attendants checked the cabin emergency equipment's as they settle into the flight deck. They begin the flight deck setup, ensuring that every switch and lever is in the correct position. She then goes outside to inspect the plane visually. Before each flight, a walk-around is performed to look for leaks, bird strikes, or anything else out of the ordinary. She returns to the flight deck after the walk to continue with the preparations.
They go through their checklist to ensure that there are no errors and that the correct task is completed at the correct time. While she begins reading the checklist aloud and Albert responds to each task, the fueler arrives with the fuel slip, which must match the dispatch release fuel and the actual fuel on board.
Albert glances at his watch before turning to face Judith.
"The passengers are expected to arrive in about 10 minutes." He informs her, and she nods. "We should be greeting them at them as they board the plane." He says quietly, and she raises an eyebrow. She responds with a hum and turns her head to look out the window to her left.
She sighed and looked at her watch once more. She tried to be patient while standing near the jet's entrance. The lead passenger was supposed to arrive 10 minutes ago whereas she was stood up. Albert looked at her with apologetic eyes, and she shook her head. When the sound of blaring engines reached her ears, she straightened up and clutched her hands in front of her. A black SUV approached the jet and came to a halt. The back door of the car was thrown open as a leg covered in black clothing was seen getting down, followed by its entire physic. Her gaze moved up the male specimen, from his well-polished shoes to his thick thighs hidden behind the black clothing that fit him perfectly. With his left hand, he expertly buttoned the first button of his suit jacket. Her gaze moved up his toned body, which was clinging to the fabric of his expensive gray shirt. Her eyes moved further up and her breath was caught in her throat. He wasn't a male model, but he ought to have been. His lush, mother lode-gold hair had a rippling quality to it, a sign of his rude health. His only flaw was that he had beetle brows that knitted in annoyance.
His celestial nose complemented his high cheekbones. His basalt jaw and Spartan shoulders spoke of strength in an understated way. He walked with purpose and authority and possessed a latent, leonine power.
He was yelling into his phone, which he clutched tightly against his ear, and this jolted her out of her trance, and she found herself staring at him. He took off his sunglasses and his captivating, wayfarer-brown eyes glanced at her. His eyes narrowed at her, resembling two liquid pools of flashing fire. His sonorous, rumbling voice filled her ears as he walked by her and entered the jet. Behind him was a woman dressed formally in a suit who gave her a smile and a nod of her head as she entered the jet.
She followed them in and entered the flight deck. While she prepared for take off her mind was engrossed with his image. They were ready to take off as soon as Albert informed her that all of the passengers were seated. Every other thought was pushed to the back of her mind as she concentrated on getting the bird into the air.
After determining and confirming the route, they flew 33000 feet above the ground for the first hour of the 15-hour flight. She leaned back in her seat, attempting to find a comfortable position. She was fatigued despite having had a good night's sleep. Albert looked at her out of the corner of his eye and after a few moments asked, "Are you all right?" His question piqued her attention, and she turned to face him, saying, "I flew for 19 hours yesterday, and here I am again." He looked sympathetically at her as she sighed. They conversed for a while before being interrupted by a flight attendant. She whispered something into Albert's ear and then walked away when he nodded. Judith looked at him with questioning eyes,
"Mr. Agnor wants to see you." He informs, and her brow furrows in perplexity.
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Drazhan returned to work after they took off. He had traveled to Hawaii for an important meeting and had planned to stay for about a week, but his plans were shattered when he learned that his Grandfather was gravely ill. He had a lot of work to do and only a limited amount of time. For him, family was just as important as work, and because of leaving these meetings his company might face a huge loss, he couldn't possibly stay there without seeing his Grandfather.
As he typed, those slate blue eyes flashed through his mind.
"Lilian?" he called his secretary's name and she looked up from the file she was holding.
"Yes, boss?"
"Where is Sage?" He inquired about the previous pilot, but he was more interested in that woman. But he didn't think it was appropriate to inquire about her directly.
"Captain Sage called in sick this morning, so Delta Airlines sent Captain Judith in his place. They had sent me an email this morning." He raised his brows as she informed him. "Is she any good?" He inquired,
"From what I've seen, she's a better pilot than Sage and far more professional than he is." She rolled her eyes at the end. "How do you know that?" He furrowed his brow.
"Last year, she was assigned to fly your mother to Greece. And I had accompanied your mother in that trip." He nodded as she informed him. Through the corner of his eyes, he saw his two bodyguards nodding as well. "What is it that you two are nodding about?" He asked, his eyes narrowing, and they stiffened. "We had also accompanied Miss Smith on that trip, boss." In a rough voice, one of the bodyguards said.
"Looks like you all met her except for me. So, call her in and tell her I'd like to see her." He leaned back, continuing to work on his laptop. A flight attendant was summoned, and soon the thumps of a boot hitting the floor drew his attention.
"You wanted to see me, Mr. Agnor," her soothing yet stern and formal voice reached his ears, and he looked up. He couldn't help but let his gaze freely scan her being. She had a sculpted figure which was twine-thin. Her waist was tapered, and she had a light burnished complexion. A pair of arched brows looked down on a sweep of lashes. Her delicate ears framed a button nose. Her moon shadow-black hair was tied back into a neat bun tucked behind her cap, and her alluring, constellation-slate blue eyes narrowed at him over her puffy, heart-shaped lips. She was standing a few feet away from where he sat.
"Yes, I was curious as to who was flying my bird." He sat up straight and placed the laptop on the table in front of him.
"Identify yourself." He couldn't think of anything else as he was at a loss for words. "Captain Judith Callahan, sir," she responded, raising her brows.
"What makes you believe you're qualified to fly my jet?" He asked curtly. He felt like smacking himself as the question came out rather rude and arrogant.
"I'm qualified enough," he watched her gaze harden, "Otherwise they wouldn't have taken me out of leave and asked to fly you to Berlin, sir." She said it emphasizing 'sir', and with a hint of despondency. He'd caught up on her disdain in her remarks, and he knew he'd offended her. She didn't appear to be the type of person who would let someone go even if they had been disrespectful to her. And on the very first meeting, his word was disrespectful.
"If this was it, I would very much like to return..." her words were cut short as the jet rocked violently, throwing her off her feet towards in front where Drazhan Agnor was seated. The plane went through turbulence, she whatsoever had nothing to hold for support she was thrown straight into his lap. Both of their eyes widened in shock, and before she could get off, his hand held her waist firmly as the jet passed through another torrent of turbulence. While with his other hand, he struggled to keep his body steady on the seat. She groaned, struggling to keep her balance, her palms unconsciously grasping his neck for dear life. Her breasts pressed against his chest as the sandalwood perfume she was wearing infiltrated his nostrils. It was a pleasant and soothing scent that temporarily distracted him from the tumult. Even though he didn't realize it, just feeling her flesh on his and the scent of her perfume was getting him excited. He was jolted out of his reverie as she coughed, clearing her throat in an attempt to get his attention.
"I need to get to my flight deck, Mr. Agnor," she said quietly. "Of course, no one is holding you captive here," He responded. "Someone, it appears, is. You!" She said sternly his brows frowned, "Me?" He asked, finally noticing his firm grip on her waist and all six pairs of eyes of his secretary and bodyguard and the flight attendants on them.
He cleared his throat as he hurriedly released go, and she scrambled out of his lap. He saw her eyeing him and clutching her jaw in rage and leaving quickly. He stared at her bewilderment until he discovered the source of her anger. Sighing in irritation, he hurriedly picked up the laptop that had fallen on the floor and placed it on his lap. He felt a slight heat reaching his face and ears, all of this was very embarrassing. He acted as though he had no control over his body or mind. She was making his mind and body work against his will, and if this was the case on their first meeting, he could only think what would happen in the future.
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