Maven and Adrianna were like the sun and the moon. Their paths were meant to cross but not to sync eternally.
Both from prominent wealthy families separated by hatred and vendetta, they should've left it at that. But fate has a funny way to let them...
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"Are you sure about this? Ditching that party at Valk to go out of town with me?"
Lining up to pay for travel tax, boarding pass and terminal fee, I was at the NAIA with luggage in my right and Maven's hand on the other at 4 in the mornng. This was the closest thing of running away with him and I knew the moment I decided on it, there's no turning back.
"I'm always sure when it comes to you", He said when we were finally on our way to the immigration to present our passports, return trip ticket and printed copy of hotel booking.
We booked the coach at the fourth row of the Business class and I took the window seat beside Maven.
I turned to the window, my hazel eyes reflecting in the glass. I was surprised that guilt wasn't glaring back at me. I looked, if anything, serene and happy. Happy despite the fact that I knew what we were doing was something bad but I liked it nonetheless.
But most of all, the intoxicating adrenaline rush I cannot simply compare to anything, as if I was teen again where I sneak out of the house at night, waiting for my mom to fall asleep, creeping out the door with exaggerated stealth, and then running down the road, cackling at my freedom in the night.
The only difference this time was Maven had planned this quietly with me, whispering about our escape route, back-up plans and alibis in case we were caught. All the while, feeling like I'm his Bond girl to his 007.
I looked down below. In 4AM, the airplane runway lights of NAIA looked like tiny glistening stars, looking so beautiful down below.
I heard a snap as Maven buckled his belt and when he was done, he was so sweet to lean on my seat to help me on my own. I can't help but noticed how his silver Rolex gleamed as he worked on the belt for me.
He touched my cheek lightly, "I still can't believe I have kidnapped you for two days and a night in Hongkong"
My heart did a kickflip when his face was this close. The ledge of his lips cast a shadow that I couldn't simply look away.
I felt a weird, bittersweet sort of elation as I chuckled, "Silly! You can't kidnap someone if she agreed to come along, Attorney"
The captain got on the PA, announcing our flight. This was it. I reached for Maven's hand and squeezed it, wondering if he felt nervous as I was. He turned to me, a smile creeping up his lips.
While we were in the plane, one of the skinny flight ladies handed out another immigration card for Hong Kong immigration. I guess, this is it for us.
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Hong Kong International Airport had that sterile white ambiance, bright enough to remind me of a hospital. Hand in hand, Maven and I walked slowly to the gate while listening to the voices of PA talking in English with regards to, what I think, delays and gate changes.
