ROMANTIC TAKEOVER (HIJACKED BY HIS CHINESE BOSS) (YiZhan Fanfic)

CHAPTER FOUR

The jet glided onto the runway of National Airport just before sunset. Zhan quaked all over as he stepped off the steps and onto the tarmac. In the distance, the town's lights were already coming on, twinkling like fireflies.

A wind swept across the open area, whipping his dress between his legs There was a slight chill to it, but Zhan embraced it, opening his arms & breathing deep. Since they were going to pretend,Zhan had started to dress up as a woman. The China they had just left behind had been unbearably hot, and Zhan felt like a new person just being out of the city.

"It's amazing here," he squealed.

Yibo laughed, the first sign of pleasure he'd seen from him since he'd gotten the phone call last week.

"The airport? Ah, wait until you see the landmarks my love.Then you will be amazed."

Every muscle in Zhan froze, save for his heart, which doubled its speed. My love? He had never - absolutely never - called him anything like that before.

He glanced over at him, but he was already looking away. Perhaps he was embarrassed as well? Certainly, he hadn't meant to call him his love. It must have been a slip of the tongue, brought on by some sort of nostalgia for his homeland.

"Here comes our car," Yibo said, nodding his head at a sleek black BMW heading their way. He still wasn't looking at him.

Zhan turned, craning his head to look back through the jet's doorway.

"Did you get your briefcase? Damn it, I forgot it in there. Sorry."

"Zhan. This is a vacation, remember? I don't need my briefcase. And for the next five days you're not my assistant."

'You're not my assistant'. Zhan had always dreamed of hearing him say something like that; of getting lost in the meaning behind those kinds of words. If he was ever going to not be his assistant, then what would he be?

His friend. His lover.
His pretend fiancé.
Don't forget that, Xiao.
It's all pretend. Next week you'll be his assistant again.
He swallowed hard.

"Right. That's right. I'm your fiancé. I almost forgot for a minute there."

The driver from the car stepped forward, popping the truck then grabbing their suitcases. Yibo opened the backseat door, motioning for Zhan to climb in. Self-consciously, he did. So they were already getting into character for the week? All right. Groovy. He could do that.

"Thanks," he smiled at him as he slipped into the car.

Once the driver was done with the luggage he and Yibo both climbed in, Yibo sitting in the back next to Xiao.

The driver asked something in french, Yibo responded, and then they were off.

Dark fell as the car wound through the town, past beautiful square white houses and lively bars. Zhan rolled his window down to breathe in the fresh air. It was unexplainable, but he felt right at home.

After what seemed too soon, the car paused in front of a wrought iron gate. The driver pressed an intercom near it, and a voice came over the crackling system. Yibo leaned forward to answer and, after another short moment, the gate swung open. The car moved up a steep drive that was surrounded on both sides by beautiful and lush foliage. In front of them, a house appeared, looming like a stoic monolith.

Zhan swallowed hard. He knew how rich Yibo's family was, of course, but actually being here, now, in the lap of luxury... It was a little intimidating.

The car slid around the circular driveway, stopping just in front of the porch. What only seemed to be a second later, the driver was opening Zhan's door, and it was that time. Time to climb out of the car and see if he was really as good an actor as he hoped. Not that pretending to be in love with Yibo was going to be hard. He didn't have to fake that part at all.