Intuitive Purple

Chapter 10.

AMETHYST

"Welcome, Sir and Ma'am." The air hostess gives us the signature practiced smile once we step into our flight jet.

We are flying in Nick's private jet and from research it takes approximately 11 hours to arrive at the airport in Greece.

Nikolas nods his head at his crew all the while keeping a straight face. I could not miss the way the air hostess looked at him and with the quick look he sent her way, it is obvious they had something between them which most probably involved him having sex with her.

He holds my arms and leads me to our seat. I love flying but at the same time scared of height. I always make an effort to reserve seats that don't have window views whenever I travel as seeing the clouds and looking down the distance from land scares the shit out of me.

"Anything but window view, please." I quickly state for my sanity and to avoid any form of panic attack.

"Did I just hear fear in your voice, volída?" He asks, clearly amused by my request.

"No." I reply.

"Well, since you are not scared, you will sit by the window." He taunts me more.

"Fine. I will." I would not let my guard down just because he wants to have fun at my expense.

"This will be fun." He laughs and takes the seat by the aisle leaving me with no other choice but the window seat.

"Good morning, Mr. and Mrs. Galanis. This is your Captain speaking. On behalf of the flight crew, let me officially welcome you aboard. Please fasten your seat belts and make sure your seats are in the right position. In the next 2 minutes we will be flying to Aigos Nikolaos to touch down in 10 hours 40 minutes." The pilot announces.

The plane takes off and finally balances in the air. My eyes mistakenly look outside and panic sets in. I quickly close my eyes in fear waiting for the moment to pass. Next thing I feel Nikolas' hand on mine reassuring me that it will pass. He unhooks my seatbelt gently and lifts me up to exchange seats with me. After that, he rests my head on his shoulders mumbling soothing words.

"Thank you." I say in a low voice.

"Shhh. Rest." He pats my head slowly calming my beating heart.

•••••

Touchdown Sitia Airport at Crete Island which is just about 35 kilometres from Agios Nikolaos.

As I get down from the jet, I reach out for my sunglasses from its case and put it on to help shield the effect of the sun.

"This way, Sir." His security details lead us to a limo already waiting to pick us up. We get into the car and zoom off to our destination.

In 30 minutes, we arrive at Agios Nikolaos. We were introduced to our travel guide who took us to our place of residence for the vacation.

The flight to Crete Island was approximately 11 hours long. Then the road trip afterwards. I am so exhausted right now.

The moment we arrive at the house we would be staying, I ask for my room and notice that the bags had already been brought in and the room is also clean. Amazing! Without wasting time, I take off my clothes and accessories leaving me in just my underwears. I slide under the blankets and the moment my head touches the pillow, I fall into a deep slumber.

NIKOLAS

Flying for 11 hours is not fun at all. It wears down the body cells. I desperately needed to rest so I dismiss the tour guide with an instruction for her to return.

I am sure you are wondering where the change of heart came in. Well, it all started with the boys majorly Lucas and Fabian. Lucas thinks my 'whoring ways' -as he defines it- can never stop even though I am married.

So we make a pact with an uninterested Fabian as a witness. I work out my marriage in the span of 2 months and stay women free. The winner gets whatever they want from the loser.

I am glad they reserved a house that fits my specification. Amethyst lying on the bed covered in blankets is an amazing sight to see as she looks so peaceful underneath it. Nothing like the fireball she often portrays herself to be.

I chuckle at the nickname I gave her. It really sooths her personality; fierce and stubborn. It is not everyday you see a woman with such attributes. Also, it is always fun to taunt her especially the way her eyes squint with annoyance when she so desperately tries to ignore you.

My phone rings, making her stir in her sleep. I quickly end the call not wanting to disturb her any further. She really looks tired from the trip because she had a hard time sleeping due to her stubborn self. It was obvious she wanted to play strong and unbothered but it backfired. I made it a mental note not to allow her sit by the window seat when we are returning to New York.

"Hello, Dad." I say, the moment I am of considerable distance from the room.

"Son, I hear you are out of town." He says.

"Yes, vacationing with the wife." I state back.

"Alright. How long do you intend to stay and how far are you from here?"

"1 to 2 months maybe. And I am approximately 11 hours away by flight. I left Steve in charge." Steve is the COO and a very good one. He has been working with Dad even before I joined the company and he is very dependable.

"Okay. Enjoy your stay there. Say Hi to Amethyst." He ends the call and I head back to the room to join Amethyst on the King-size bed since it is big enough to accommodate up to four people.

AMETHYST

I open my eyes and the bed beneath me is breathing and snoring silently. Wait a minute, since when did beds start breathing? My eyes widen in realization and I quickly jump up, tapping him in the process. What is he doing here?

"Wake up." He makes low sounds and turns his body sideways then continues sleeping. I know it is expected that I allow him observe his sleep but I need answers! And I need them now!

"Nick!" I continue tapping him but he shows no sign of waking up. So, I head for the bathroom and scoop water into my palm then pour it on his face.

He shrieks in horror as he opens his eyes and I laugh at his displeasure. He would have continued in sleepland.

"Why are you in my bed?" I ask glaring at him.

"Urgh. Is that why you woke me up?" He hisses and I throw a pillow at him in return.

"That does not answer my question. Why are you in my bed?" I repeat.

"It is our bed, moro. This is our room and in fact the only bedroom in the house except you want to sleep in the sitting room, kitchen or bathroom." He smirks and turns his back at me. The blanket slips a little exposing his well structured back.

We get to share the same room? What the fuck?!