Kidnapped by the Mafia Prince

16. New York Dream

Lawrence

four hours later we were in my private jet on our way to New York. For the past three and a half hours we went all over Seattle. My phone filled with pictures now of us everywhere we went today. Then had a late lunch at one of my favorite restaurants that she enjoyed herself. Saying next time her we had to get back as he talked over the delicious food. The only downfall was when Melanie asked/yelled at me for leaving Dario in his room all night, complaining that he should never be alone. Lets just say he will not be alone again and I for one will never hear the end of it because I was force, FORCE! To hire someone to be his personal helper to take care of him when Melanie or I were not around. (Kyle can do it). So there were also funny pictures of him in them as well. Even one with him biting me, I thought with a sigh.

Once in the plane Melanie pleaded a headache, I suspected it was a hangover from the wine. I had her lay down with a glass of water giving her some pills that would help. The flight wouldn't be to long so while she slept on a nearby couch with Dario curled at her feet, I did some arrangements in New York. I had space out on coming back to New York City. 

Damn, already she was a distraction and I have only had her for only a week! But oh, such a good distraction. And now here I am finishing last minute things. Something I never do. I never am like this, to forget dates and times. But for once it felt good just to do as I pleased with her. Forget the outer world for a minute, just to be me. She didn't treat me like any one special, like I was just a regular guy. 

Not a celebrity, not the playboy. Just Lawrence...

I finished everything in two hours for business and notifying my house to prepared for my arrival. For an hour I just started out the window watching the clouds form shapes like when your a kid. Making out bunny's, a horse or other thing. It felt peaceful to be done and have nothing to do. Just time to myself. 

Melanie seemed to always be in my thoughts from now on. But the question still was, who was she to me? What do I want her to mean to me? She isn't an acquaintance, maybe a friend, but did I want more than that? Yes, I want more than that! I already have her, but I still want more. I want her to want me. I want Melanie not as a friend, but as a lover. But not any lover, I felt like I wanted more still? I want more than that with her. But I didn't understand the what?

I was massaging my aching temple when a hand gently laid on my shoulder, making me look up to worried filled green eyes. "Is everything okay?" She asked softly, her hair still ruffled from sleep but still perfectly curling over her small shoulders. Gazing straight down to me with those vividly innocent green eyes as if she could see straight to my soul.

"Ya, just thinking... How do you feel." I asked swinging my chair towards her. Grasping her waist that always felt perfect in my large hands. As if we were a puzzle that just fit together surprisingly compared to our complete different sizes.

"Better, I finished signing those papers. They were a little weird though as if I was filling out a transfer paper for my education. I get what they were asking for but for what reason?" Having not looked threw the binder myself but had a just of what they were for. The papers probably asking permission for her GPA and a few that had to do with pictures and grade releases to the press. Already beating she deline on the pictures but it would be useless seeing as once we were back in New York the press was going to have a field day with her.

"You will find out once we get to New York. We should be there in no time, why don't we watch a movie or play a game to pass the time." I asked standing, watching her eyes follow me that had a slight blush raise on her delicate cheeks making me grin.

"I'm not to good at games, so movie sounds nice to just set and watch." Her body turning slightly in my hold to walk towards the couch she had left moments ago.