OPPOSITE POLES (BL)

CHAPTER 9

Before 30 minutes, I reached the airport, and the plane was ready. It was a private plane. Don't tell me we are traveling on Matthew's private plane. Oh my goodness, there are approx. 6 to 7 members traveling on this large plane. I never even dreamed about it; this was beyond my imagination in my present situation. I wouldn't dare to dream either. I was enjoying the beauty of the plane when Simon and David came; I didn't bother to greet them, and at last Scott came. Once everyone was in, the plane took off.

We reached France around 6 a.m.; it was Monday, and when we got off the plane, two cars were already waiting for us; one was for Scott, and the other was for us.

We reached the hotel, and wow, the outside view of the hotel was amazing. We entered the hotel, and Scott's assistant took the hotel room keys and handed them over to Scott; he gave one to Simon, and they departed. I didn't receive my room key, so I asked, "What about my room key?" "Our expected budget was not approved, so we must make quite an adjustment. We were able to afford only two rooms. You are staying with me." Is this an acceptable reason? The CEO took a private plane, arranged for two branded cars, and couldn't afford a room for me. What the fuck? "Are you serious?" He came closer to me and spoke, "You are just an ordinary executive; are you worthy of spending the suite cost of a 5-star hotel, are you?".

He was very intimate, and words were not coming out of my mouth, so the best option was being mute, which I am really good at given certain circumstances like now, so he replied, Fucking follow me. As if I had any other choice, I cursed within myself and followed him. This is just the beginning, I guess.

We entered the suit; it was a big one with a luxurious interior. I was like Dam; obviously spacious; those pieces of furniture looked like Dam antique; paintings on the wall wow; it's a really expensive suit; and now my biggest question was where I was going to stay as this room had only one king-size bed. In my dreams, too, he would never let me sleep beside him. As I was battling within me, he spoke, Here I am going to stay; there is an adjoining room you can stay in. He gestured for me to go to another door.

There was another small door in the room which I noticed later and I made my way to the same room, it was small where the single bed could fit in, with an attached bathroom as I was observing the room he came near me and spoke, "Is it ok for you, I mean it's not too much for your standard, it is perfectly matching right, I personally selected this room so you can easily fit in", this arrogant bastard definitely I am not going to give him the satisfaction, I replied "Thank you I can adjust anywhere easily unlike others", for which he replied, "That's called Faith everyone carve for our life and only a few like us will be lucky, yes you can thank me later get fresh up within 2 hours we are leaving", by saying that he left.

Such a bastard; all rich people are fucking bastards, ruthless, cold-hearted pricks. I started pouring in all the cursing words I was getting until I was feeling better and went to take a shower.

After getting freshened up, I walked out of my room, and Scott had already ordered breakfast—I guess not for me—so I thought of having it at the hotel dining hall. I was making my way towards the room door when he spoke, "Where the hell are you going? I ordered for both of us, come and have breakfast, and don't make it a bloody habit only for today, I ordered". I was shocked. Was he serious? Did he order for me too, or did he mix something with that? Seeing my hesitation, he spoke, "I won't let you die that easily, so have.".

I hesitated for a few seconds after battling between 'odd and even' within me. 'Even' won the battle, so I made my way towards the dining table. I was so starving that I didn't give it a second thought.

He had ordered a few well-known dishes like scrambled eggs, French toast, rollups, donuts, and coffee, and I started enjoying my food; it was so delicious, and within no time I finished every item. Then a realization hit me: was it for both of us that he had it right? I mean, I don't think he was waiting for me; should I ask him? I was hesitating to even look at his face when I finally took courage. Already, he was watching me with an intense stare. "You are a fucking pig; you know that you finished everything just like that; you don't have the courtesy to ask whether I had or not." Okay, he didn't have great. "I am sorry; I was so hungry I didn't realize. Should I order something?" "Oh no, thank you; your stomach is filled, which is fucking more than enough. Let's just leave the bloody pig." With that, he left. I didn't bother to respond to him; I just followed him.