Soren Bianchi [+18]

20. Private Plane

AURORA DANIELS

Warning contains mature scenes!!!

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I was beyond excited. Despite everything that has happened, I focused on the positives. One, I got to see my favorite person in the world, and two, I got to spend a week alone with Soren, with no distractions whatsoever.

With the way life was going, this trip was a much-needed escape. I didn't want to think about work and I certainly didn't want to think about Arturo and all of Soren's mafia problems.

All I wanted was to forget that I was now on a most wanted list for a rival mafia gang. I wanted peace.

As I gathered the rest of my belongings, aggressively shoving them into my suitcase, I waited for Soren's arrival. He insisted on covering the costs of this trip. He explained that this was his way to help me de-stress, after the shitty month.

From being stabbed in the arm to now being a target, he said it was the least he could do. Who was I to decline a free trip?

"Amore," a sultry voice called out to me.

One thing about Soren? He loves taking advantage of that spare key. He never hoots outside or even knocks on the door. He just makes himself at home. Not that I mind, it was nice having someone consistent in my life.

Life was easy when he was around. "Do you need help?" He asked, walking to my room and leaning against the door frame. He looked extremely ravishing.

Dressed in a simple black T-shirt and some cream-coloured shorts. He sported an expensive watch on his tattooed wrist and his gold chain clasped deliciously around his neck, as usual, he had rings decorating his fingers.

The more I looked at him, the more I realized our taste in accessories was the same. Albeit he didn't wear as many rings as I did, our style was more or less the same.

He chuckled when he saw me sitting on top of my suitcase trying to zip it closed.

"Please help," I whined, breathlessly.

He smiled at me, walked over to my disgruntled self, and lifted me off the bed. He placed one hand over the suitcase, squishing it down and zipping it closed with ease.

He turned to me and smiled, I rolled my eyes, "Whatever," I said dramatically. He lifted my suitcase with one hand.

"Ready to go?" He asked, walking out of my bedroom door and to the lounge.

"Let me pee!" I screeched, scurrying to my bathroom.

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Soren had driven us to a closed-off lot. The area was completely tarred and was extremely large. Sat on the tar was a large industrial-sized garage and a small building. The further into the lot we went, that's when I noticed the runway. The lights decorated the ground in a long line. My eyes widened at the realization.

A private plane.

Of course, the fucker had a private plane.

He drove into the industrial garage, where a gorgeous silver plane or jet or, whatever the fuck it was, sat. It was huge and extremely breathtaking all at once.