Accidentally On Purpose

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➴ Emilia ➶

'This is your captain speaking, this flight will be landing in approximately eight minutes. Please fasten your seat belts. Thank you for flying with Emirates today, we hope you enjoyed your flight.'

I cursed under my breath, realizing just how full my bladder was, and now I'm unable to go and relieve myself in the lavatory.

Just hang on a little while longer, I thought.

My flight landed and I made a direct beeline for the bathroom — after I've grabbed my carryon from the overhead locker and exited the plane, of course — and decided to brush my teeth while I was there too.

I was nervous to be back home, in Italy.

I felt my phone vibrate in the back pocket of my jeans and I pulled it out.

Unknown:

Hey. I'm waiting for you, already. Hope the flight was okay.
- A

At first, I panicked when I saw the 'A' since I watch too much Pretty Little Liars for my own good. It's probably just my brother's friend — whom I do not know the name of at this very moment, which is something I have to go yell at my brother for — texting me, since he's my current designated driver. I haven't been in Italy for five years, after all. Then, after I shook my head and laughed at my ridiculousness I proceeded to get my luggage from baggage claim after going through passport control.

I rolled my suitcase and looked down at my phone, holding the power button so it could turn on.

Stupid iPhones, always taking so long to turn the hell on... I thought.

Then I collided with something. Or rather, someone, causing my phone to slip from my grasp due to the suddenness of the situation. I sighed, attempting to keep my temper under control.

'Watch where you're going.' I warned whoever bumped into me, with an edge to my tone. I hurriedly pick up my phone with fear constricting my heart. Dammit. It fell screen side down.

Shit. I got this six months ago, I thought. Dad is going to kill me.

I tentatively picked up my phone, and surely there's a big, fat crack from the upper left corner, stretching downward, in a haphazard manner.

I looked up at the person who bumped into me. His startling blue eyes struck me, first. Almost managing to distract me from my anger. But then I glanced down at my phone again and my irritation returned.

The stranger noticed my phone and he actually rolled his eyes and his – wonderfully – full lips slightly parted. 'Don't look at me like I just stabbed your newborn. If you watched where you were going we wouldn't be dealing with this, now would we?'

'Stuff your shit up your ass, you dick.' I spat at him, the words escaping me before I had a chance to filter them.

Humor danced in his eyes and his full lips formed an insolent smirk. 'Rawr. Feisty, but I like it, Princesa.' he retorted and I scoffed, an irritatingly handsome smirk, spread out on his tanned and chiseled face.

'Shut the hell up. Don't call me that. You do not want to irritate me even more than you already have.' I seethed and glanced down at my suitcases to ensure they're still intact. Luckily they are. One less thing that I'm gonna have to strangle this blue-eyed stranger for.

'And what're you gonna do about it if I don't shut up, huh? You gonna kiss me?' he retorted, and he had the audacity to glance down at my lips.

I stood there, with my brows raised and he took a step closer so that I felt his breath fanning out on my face.

'I'll take that as a yes, then?' he mumbled and I decided to accept his challenge, pressing my lips to his. I pulled away five seconds later to slap him hard across the face.

'What the hell!' the both of us exclaimed simultaneously, although he responded with shock in his voice and his features screamed of confusion, as he cradled the spot of his face where a red handprint was imprinted on it. Whereas, I wore an expression of disbelief and my words dripped with venom.

'How dare you! I'm meant to be meeting someone right now, what is she supposed to think when she sees this red fucking handprint on my face?!'

I laughed coldly. 'You've at least got an uncracked phone. How am I supposed to contact my brother's friend? It won't even turn on.'

The stranger's brow furrowed further in confusion. 'Wait. Say that again?'

'What? Did I slap you so hard that the few brain cells you have left decided to decompose?' I quipped.

The stranger sighed. 'That's insulting but I'm too confused to address it. You say you're meeting someone?' he enquired.

I rolled my eyes. 'Yes. I'm meeting with my brother's friend.' I reply. 'Why? Are you an axe murderer?'

'No. I'm Ace. Konstantin's roommate. I'm meant to be meeting with his sister, Emilia. Is that you, by any chance...?'

My eyes widens and I suppressed a groan.

'Yes.'

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A/N: Hi there! Please don't forget to vote, comment or share. Thank you for reading. I've also recently published a new work of mine, The Arrangement! It's more fantasy but definitely still has elements of romance and drama. Please feel free to check it out.

NOTE: the chapter numbers are indeed in Italian and check out the preface if you'd like to see who I've envisioned to 'play' my characters. thank you.