SURVIVOR of the WOODS

(11)

Ever since I was in that mansion, I've experienced things I've never been through before. Some of the feelings were pretty new to me. But I think for me, it might have been a hard time to endure each and every second while another part of me demands that strange yet magical feeling when we lived under that roof. It's like craving for that peaceful atmosphere while standing on the balcony and cherishing those soothing moments but fearing getting punished by Freya for not following her rules.

"What are you thinking?" Freya asked, seated in front of me in her private jet.

"Just some random thoughts about the weather."

"You wanted Damien to come along."

I nodded.

"Are you comfortable around him? And do you trust him?"

"I'm not sure about trust yet but he does make me feel at ease whenever you're rude...which is all the time." I said the last part in a lower tone but I'm afraid she heard it anyways. She stood up and went to the other end of the jet.

After a few minutes, she came back with two beverages. It looked like cranberry juice. She handed me one and sat down to drink hers.

"How did you know I love cranberry juice?" I asked.

"I didn't know." She started drinking.

I guess she's trying to be nice.

"I have to make myself clear, so when we're going to land, don't question everything that I do. Just follow my instructions."

"Okay." I gulped down the contents.

She raised her eyebrows, probably expecting some arguments from me. She then nodded in satisfaction and rested for a while. I equally closed my eyes and waited for a safe landing.

.....

When we quit the jet, an uber driver picked us up and then drove to I don't know where.

"Are you not going to get us any guards?" I asked Freya, who was busy on her phone. From the angle that I was looking at her, that is her side profile, she looked gorgeous. It was already winter in New York, so she was wearing a black coat, a white classic long sleeved shirt, black pants with white boots and her hair was tied up in a pony tail. She also had a white scarf around her neck.

"Do you need them?" She asked, her eyes not leaving the screen.

"No...we might need them right?" I emphasised on us.

"Why?" Her eyes glued on her mobile.

"Uhm...well because we're ladies and you walk around with men by your sides all the time when you go out. What if we got into some battle? Like a fist fight?"

She smirked, "Who's gonna get us into that huh?"

"I don't know. It may happen."

"Don't worry." She focused back on the phone.

"Freya, I'm being serious. You're a gangster, you might get us into trouble." For a moment, I forgot that there was a driver among us. Freya looked at me. I noticed the uber driver checking us out on his rear view mirror with suspicious glares.

"Uhm...I meant you look like a gangster." I tried lying but I probably messed up. I mentally cursed myself.

"You mean a gangster in bed?" She smirked, acting oh so casual.

My eyes widened. I looked at the driver and his gaze went towards Freya, "You don't carry weapons right?" He asked her.

"No, I carry panties." Freya said.