(Editing) Sold to Be His

Chapter 3

"Morning, we need to go to the airport," I hear Shawn's voice in my ear. I fully open my eyes and turn to see him. He is still without a shirt and his hair is messed up.

"Huh?"

He smiles, "We are going to visit my father remember? We need to go so we can be there by tomorrow."

I groan, "I hate planes." I rub my eyes and see he has moved closer to my face.

"Cute," he smirks, "Come on, let's shower."

Whoa! Buddy! I sit quickly and push him away, "No way! you go ahead and shower. I take a shower once you are finish."

"Good, you are awake now." He stands and stretches. I see how his abs stretch back into place as he breathes in. I want to go more down but I feel weird and he will mock me.

"I am going to get ready in a guest room. You can use this room to get ready. Bonnie will help you pack some clothes for three days." He walks towards the door and leaves.

I sigh in relieve. Well I am going to see Paris and might even go shopping. That's a thing I can take off my bucket list. My legs decide to move out of the bed and get ready.

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Bonnie and Franky put our luggage into a fancy black Fiat car. I fix my pony tail and white sun dress. I look down at my white sandals and twirl around.

"You look cute," Shawn wraps his arms around me from behind.

"Let's go," I say as I cross my arms.

I hear his deep chuckle against my ear. It feels weird and the feeling feels good in my stomach.

"Ready Monsieur!" Bonnie giggles. She skips towards me and hugs me. "Gonna miss you Madam."

"Me too," I smile. I pull away, "Just gonna be out for days."

"I know," she says.

"Okay well let's go," Shawn says. He gets my hand and says bye to Bonnie. He opens the passenger door and I go in. He gets in and presses the start button.

I pray in my head that I will not die in a plane crash and hope that Shawn's father is not a bad man as I may think. I think Shawn is doing the same since I hear him say amen at the end.

We arrive to the airport and get our tickets.

"Yes, Mr. Trevor, first class private plane tickets" the ticket person says. I am not paying attention. I am just looking around feeling paranoid. I really don't like flying. I rather walk to France.

"Athena," Shawn pokes my arm. I turn around, "What?"

"You going to be okay?" he asks.

"I guess," I answer.

He smiles and takes my hand. He kisses me, "Don't worry. I won't let anything bad happened to you."

We start walking towards the tunnel of no return. I see a small red jet. I see a french word on the side but can't read it.

"Welcome Mr. Trevor," a brown skin woman greets us. She is wearing a typical navy blue skirt suit.

"Hi Pearl," he says. "Meet my wife Athena."

"Pleasure is mine Mrs. Trevor. Step in please," she says. The jet's door opens and we step in. The seats are leather red and comfy. There is a medium size TV in the front wall with speakers on the side.

Shawn sits on the other passenger seat while I am siting on the other. I am looking at the window. I see cotton balls being crushed and leaving a white trail.