INTOXICATED

CHAPTER 3

BLAIR GANNON

I have never been to Florida.

I know its going to be scorching hot there, I've seen so many movies where the Florida weather is unbearably hot so heavy clothing was off my list. My duffel bag fit everything I needed. At exactly ten o'clock he arrived. On time, as always.

I heard a knock on my door. 

"Good morning... Mr. Flynn"
"Peter, call me Peter. Gorgeous as ever, Miss Gannon." Laville's driver complimented . I chuckled and Laville abruptly walked in my apartment looking around. Judgy much! He then looked at me.

"You are going to Florida dressed like that?" Laville asked. What's wrong with my outfit? I thought I looked  cute in my mini flare dress and white sneakers. I know it will be too hot in Florida, yet he was dressed in his full suit. I have never seen him without a suit.
"This isn't a vacation Gannon and the..." I am not tolerating him today, or tomorrow. Until we leave Florida. I'm going to prove to him that taking me anywhere is a very pathetic idea. This will be suicidal, I am willing to take the risk.

"My outfit is perfect. If you don't like it then leave." I nearly stammered.
"Peter, take her bags. We are leaving right now." He said then left. Fucking hell! I felt powerful for a few minutes.
"My heart literally dropped." I said. Peter stared at me.
"You... You talked back and he just... How did you do that?" Peter asked. I honestly did not think he'd react that way. Or maybe he didn't have a gun nearby. Peter carried my bag down stairs. 

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The thirty minute drive felt like five hours. I was basically in a warzone. Laville could not stop threating me with those grey cold eyes of his. A lot of women would want Laville gawking at them but this? This is definitely not it. 

I am destined to die at his own hands.

We finally arrived...  And he has a private jet? Its expected because he is stinking rich but why was I so surprised? I swear it was the most gorgeous thing I've ever seen. Absolutely breath taking. Oh My...

"Miss Gannon... Miss Gannon!" Peter was calling me. I looked at him, then at Laville who was on his phone, pacing behind his car.
"Are you sure you brought enough clothes with you?"
"Yeah. I'm sure. It won't be a long trip anyway." I replied as he took our luggage to the cabin.  

I gasped the moment I got in the jet. It was way too classy for me.  Laville walked past me while I was feeling the comfy seats. 

"Stop being so childish and sit down." He just had to ruin my fun. He ordered me to sit opposite him. I blindly obeyed.
 Call it childish but I was happy I boarded a private jet. The services were impeccable. The food and drinks were just perfect. After roughly two hours we arrived in Florida.

It was raining!

Fuck my life.

I could have done some research on the weather here. I had no idea it would be raining heavily. I did not carry heavy clothes. 

"Sir... I don't have any jackets with me, so..."
"What? I thought your outfit was perfect. Now why do you need to cover it up? Its not that chilly." Life couldn't get any worse. A couple of men came to pick us up and one offered me his suit jacket. Laville had to piss me off more by telling everyone there that no one was allowed to aid me with clothes because 'my outfit was too perfect to be covered up'. I fucking knew it, coming here was a horrible idea. God I hate him.

We were escorted in some SUV and drove off to a hotel. His hotel apparently. I didn't talk to him again ever since we got off his private jet.
This man is just too cold. He has the audacity to tell me to show up to his meeting the following day completely fine with no illness. No cold, no nothing.

The hotel suite he booked for me was phenomenal though. The humongous bed, definitely king-sized, was inviting, the room was so spacious and elegant, like nothing I've ever seen before. The large marble bathroom was double the size of my bedroom. The bathroom had a separate shower and bathtub and a spacious walk-in closet filled with bathrobes, towels and slippers. Let me not get started with the view from my hotel room window. Although it was raining, it was somehow worth the trip. I drowned myself in hot water at the bathtub. The bath cooled me down a little bit. Focusing on not getting a cold. I still can't believe he did that to me. It's more embarrassing just thinking about it. My white sneakers were soaked and why on earth did I have to put on a short dress? I sighed.

The suite was perfect. It had everything I wanted. All I need now was clothes! Time to go shopping.

I was so happy I found a fashion boutique. The clothes were a bit expensive but what was I supposed to do? It was raining cats and dogs and that bastard would not even try to help me. Fucking idiot.

I went back to my hotel suite and to my surprise I find bags on my bed filled with new clothes. Ten times the number of clothes I bought. Did he do this for me?

No. Not possible. He could never.

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"Kylian Laville, it has been a while." Laville greeted Aleksandr. "And who is this fine lady beside you. Is she..."
"She's my secretary." Laville quickly responded. 

Aleksandr Lyan, I have never seen him up close. He was young, handsome, but the Laville effect was still in motion. Aleksandr was a hot blob. Kind of. He grabbed my hand gently and kissed it.
"Malyshka." I blushed a little bit. "No wonder Kylian was hiding you all this time. My oh my, you are breath taking." Aleksandr stated and I thanked him for the compliment. Laville cleared his throat behind me noisily.

"Shall we get to business, Aleksandr?" Laville roared.

"What's the rush? We have plenty of time. Isn't that right, Malyshka?"

"Uum..." I looked at Laville and he was furious. "Yes sir, we have plenty of time." I smiled at Aleksandr.

"Shall we leave then?" He offered me his hand and I accepted it. 

I need to step up my game or else Kylian Laville will crush me completely.

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I'm having a little fun writing this, really enjoying this... Lmfaaaaoooo

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Grammatical error I shall fix

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