•Innocence•

•9• dark rooms•

•Arabella's POV•

I stare at my glass of water, we're on the plane half way there now and when the waiter came around with drinks, Leo told them I'm not to have any alcohol.

Asshole.

So now I'm staring at water I highly doubt I'll even drink.

I look up to see Leo with a glass of whiskey in one hand and his phone in the other he looks relaxed his legs spread as he scrolls through something on his phone.

"Why cant I have Alcohol it's not like I'll drink 4 glasses again." He looks up at me from his phone in astonishment.

"Once you have one glass I know you'll be begging me for another." he replies taking all his attention back to his phone.

"Oh come onnnn" I say giving him my signature puppy dog eyes.

"No Arabella that's enough, don't argue with me." He tells me not even sparing me a glance.

I look at the ocean from the plane window again, I wish I had my phone.

I get up out my chair and walk off. "Where are you going?" Leo asks and I stop dead in my tracks.

I'm definitely not going to tell him I'm going to get some wine.

"Uh the toilet." I say as confidently as I can he gives me a once over before looking back down at his phone again so I take that as my signal to go.

I walk down the air craft to the built in bar.

Where on Leo's private jet and when I tell you it's amazing, it's amazing.

I get to the bar and rest my arms on the railing.

I eye the bartender trying to get his attention.

"Hi, can I have one glass of red wine?" I say the bartender looks at me weirdly before putting his hand on his hip.

"Don said that you are to have no alcohol."

"No no," I laugh thinking of a lie. "This isn't for me this is for Don, he said he wants something different, something that isn't whiskey and he ordered me to get it for him." I tell the bartender in hopes he will believe me.

"Hm, okay." He says getting out a glass and pouring me some wine.

I'm such a good liar.

Once it's poured he hands it to me, I thank him and walk off gulping half of it down on the way back to my seat.

I wonder if Don will even notice he's that engrossed in his phone.

I slump back down into my seat sipping on my wine.

Not even 10 seconds later he snaps his head up and looks at the wine, then looks at me dead in the eyes.

"How," he says putting his phone in his pocket. "Did you." He grinds his teeth. He's mad.. "get that?" He says finally getting to his feet.

I crane my head up to look at him, regret washes over me as  I move as far back as I can get in my seat.

"-I uh." unable to finish my sentence, the Don snatches my glass taking from my hand and putting it on the coffee table.

It's okay I drank most of it anyways.

"I uh what? I don't have time for this Arabella, spit it out." He's mad mad...

"It's not the bartenders fault." I spit.

"Okay, so how the fuck did you get it Arabella?" He slams his fist on the arm rest next me caging me into my seat.