Darkest Devotion

Chapter 7

*TRIGGER WARNING: This chapter contains scenes of abuse-- mental and physical --so please be cautious when reading this chapter. I will place *** where they start and end.*

Zaide's POV

As the morning light dawns on my form, my eyes open, a permanent scowl on my face from last night. 

"What's it to you?"

The snarky comment lingers in my mind making my fist twitch. I wanted to put her in her place right there in the middle of the restaurant. If she was mine... 

I quickly discard that idea, not needing any more reasons to want her than I already do. Fuck it drives me mad that I want her so bad without even knowing much about her. There are so many other things I could be doing, but she runs every thought. When I'm jogging-- I wonder if she'd go with me; when I'm getting coffee-- I wonder what she would order; when I'm sleeping-- I wonder what she would feel like, nestled against me; when I'm jacking off-- I wonder what it would be like when her mouth wraps around my cock. 

Fuck.

I look down, a prominent erection taking place under the sheets. It's just morning wood, I tell myself. Definitely has nothing to do with her. 

With that, I get up and ready for the day in a sleek black suit, my overnight bag for the weekend already packed last night. Today is the day I spend an entire weekend with her, my only solace being the fact that we have separate bedrooms on separate parts of the hotel. The flight, however, will be sweltering. 

Shaking off the thought, I grab my premade protein shake and a bagel before taking off. Knowing the time crunch we're on to get in the air, I prepared something to take with me. A boss needs to take care of themselves in order to run their company properly. 

I make the trip to the flight landing, my private plane awaiting my arrival. When I step out of my car, I hear another car lead up to me. Turning, I see a sleek black car, nothing too fancy but also not a cheap ass temporary car. 

When the car is stopped, I see a familiar head of hair coming out of the car before the rest follows suit. There she is, her brunette hair curled in a soft beach waves; her body clad in a black tight dress, a queen anne neckline adding to the class of the sleekness. Her feet, I notice, are covered in black open-toe heels, an ankle strap adorning her silky skin. 

I clear my throat, shifting my pants a tad to make the growing boner less obvious. 

My pilot walks over to take her luggage-- she packed lightly surprisingly --before she walks over to me. 

"Mr. Castellan." She does a small bow of acknowledgment towards me before looking away. 

"Ms. Austen." The comment comes out more gruff than I intended, not that she noticed the difference as I've purposely been trying to push her away. 

"Sir, we're ready." My pillow calls before gesturing us to the stairs. 

I move my hand in a sweeping gesture towards the plane. "After you Ms. Austen."

She scoffs slightly before pretending to pick up a long skirt and curtsying towards me. "I am honored." Standing regularly she walks towards the plane, taking my pilot's hand as he helps her onto the first few steps, smiling kindly at him. 

A fire burns in me. I treat her with gentleman intent and I get attitude, but HE shows her the same respect and he gets a smile??

I feel a rumble in my chest as I try to quell the animalistic side of me before stepping onto the plane myself. 

My pilot follows suit, closing the hatch before preparing for takeoff. Elara and I sit as far apart as possible, which is pretty hard considering this plane is not very large. I sit towards the front of the plane, my chair facing the back as Elara's does the same, facing me. There is a single table that sits in front of each of us so we can do work during the flight.