My Life As That Fat Girl

Chapter 11

    Okay! So I realized my stories may be spaced weirdly because I write them on Word and then transfer them over. SO with that said, sorry if it bothers you too much. I'm just too lazy to take the time to correct it.

-Joyce

                                        Chapter 11

The plane ride was horrid. For many many reasons, including the fact that I hate planes with a very fierce passion. Who would’ve thought? Definitely not Mr. Chen.

Firstly the flight attendant was a major bitch. I’m like ninety nine percent sure she spit into my food. She looked like a friggin Barbie doll and was flirting with Mr. Chen the entire plane ride. Yep, that’s right; Mr. Chen.

Mr. Chen, whom I didn’t know would be one the same plane as us. But I guess I should have assumed it would be his private plane he was taking us in. It was absurd to think anything else right?

“Are you alright, Luna?” His deep voice interrupted my mental rantings. Think of the devil.

“I’m perfect, Mr. Chen,” I said as sweet as peach cobbler. I hope he noticed the sarcasm and very radioactive acid in my tone.

He smirked at me. Was that even allowed? “I was just concerned. You seem a bit on edge.” Bastard.

Every time the plane skaes I quake in mmy skin and nearly piss on myself. He must be taking pleasure in my utter fear.

“Again. I’m alright. Not on the edge at all,” I snapped causing his smirk to grow much more noticeable.

Although this makes me angry, it’s also a turn on. He could smirk his way into ladies underwears no doubt. He was absolutely yummy. Butttt…he wasn’t my flavor of tea so I remained glaring lasers at him.

“Luna doesn’t really like flying,” Jason piped in from across from us. He was a snitch. Only because he liked Mr. Chen and told me he wouldn’t mind having Mr. Chen as a brother. Ha! He was hilarious and stilllll a snitch.

“I can tell,” Mr. C smiled at me. It wasn’t a very warm smile. He loved torturing me. “Would you like some wine, Luna? To calm your nerves?” He offered.

“Yes, actually I would,” I told him. Wine would help me calm down. Hopefully.

“Stella!” He called. He has a very loud booming voice. Perhaps that’s why Josh idolizes him.

Little Miss Harpie comes from wherever she’d been, pushing a cart. “Yes, Mr. Chen,” Her voice oozed sex. Her very chipmunk sounding voice.

“Could you please pour us a glass of good wine?” He asked, not even looking at her. He was too focused on his tablet.

“Anything for you, Mr. C,” She gushed, fluttering her, had to be fake, eyelashes. I mean…those eyelashes were just too big to even be real.

Give me a break.

“Mr. Chen,” He corrected her briskly, voice very stern and commanding.

“Yes, of course,” She looked flustered as she poured our drinks. “Here,” she gave us each the globets.

“Thanks-“

“Anything else, Mr. Chen?” She interrupted me. Total bitch, I’m telling you!

“That’s all. Leave.” He said. Same tone, same expression.

Ha Ha!

“Okay,” She begin to walk away.

“I would like some cookies and a Coca-Cola,” I added. “Is that alright, Mr. C?” I mimicked her sexy tone to the best of my ability. Which wasn't a very good ability. It was pretty much a sucky ability.

What I had not expected was for him to turn his gaze on me. His very heated sexy gaze. Someone help me. I think I’m drowning…

“Get her what she wants,” He ordered. “Now,” His gaze was locked on mine. Kind of like a predator and it’s prey. And we all know exactly where I stand in this relationship

I slowly looked away, cheeks heating. Good gawd.

“Thanks,” Josh broke the moment. He knew I had delivered the Coca-Cola for him and would give him one of my cookies, maybe.

“Wait Stella,” He voice was sharp. I looked back over at him, noticing he still had his gaze on me. “What kind of cookie?” He asked. Wowza. He was very intense…kind of scary but also very sexy.

“Triple chocolate chip,” My voice was just barely a squeak.

“Go,” He was talking to Stella and she knew it because she scurried out of the room fast to go get my stuff.

“Thank you,” I said.

“Anything for my Universe employee,” He said to me softly.

I honestly don’t know how I am to survive the rest of the flight.

Someone please help me.