mr ceo is possessive (ongoing)

chapter 4

Faint light from the slits of the curtain woke me up from my sleeping state. I rubbed my palms to my bare face and sighed.

I pushed myself out of bed and went into the bathroom to clean myself. After that, I whipped up a simple breakfast.

I grabbed my tray of breakfast and plopped down on my couch. Whilst munching on the food, I scrolled the television channels, to only settle on a sitcom.

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It's now Sunday and I was scrolling down my Instagram feed when my phone flashed a notification. It was a text from Christian.

We're flying to Italy for five days. Pack up and Finneas will pick you up in an hour.
- Christian

After I read the message, I almost instantly dragged my suitcase from under my bed and folded clothes that I thought were suitable for the occasion along with my undergarments.

I grabbed my duffel bag and stuffed my toiletries, make up, accessories and shoes.

After that was handled, I took a shower and put on white underwear set and a simple black jumpsuit, and open toed heels.

I dried my hair and tied it into a messy bun. I applied mascara and eyeliner. I quickly grabbed a simple sling bag and put my passport, charger and phone into it.

Suddenly, someone knocked on my apartment door. I opened it and revealed a man around his late thirties in a black suit.

"Hello, miss. I'm Finneas Mars and I'm here to escort you to the airport."

I nodded and Finneas helped to carry my suitcase.

We took the lift and he walked to the black SUV and opened the door for me to enter. I thanked him and got into the vehicle.

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The journey to the airport was a fifteen minute drive. As we drove to our destination, I was replying Christian's emails.

When we arrived, both of us met up with Christian, who was standing with all his glory in a two-piece black Armani suit.

He noticed us walking up to him, he buttonned his suit.

"Our flight is in half an hour." He informed and passed me a ticket.

I read the information on the ticket.

Business class. ofcourse.

I slid the ticket into my passport and walked to a nearby cafe. I ordered two iced coffee and some pastries.

"That'll be $16.50." The cashier announced. He was fairly young, around my age.

I gave him a twenty dollar bill and tucked the change in my pocket. He packed my order in a bag. He handed me the bag, smiling and winked at me.

I raised my eyebrow and shook my head. I got out of the café and found Christian, sitting down in one of the seats, with an IPad on his hands.

I walked up to him and plopped down on the seat beside him. I took his gadget away and replaced it with the beverage I bought.

He raised his eyebrow but said nothing and sipped on the coffee.

"You should take a break for awhile. You can deal with it in the plane later. After all, it is an 7 hour flight." I advised.

He nodded. I handed him a bag of pastries so he could choose one. He placed his hand inside and retrieved it back. A tissue was in between his fingers.