The Arrangement

10: Yep. . .It's not a dream

It had been three weeks and I was getting married that upcoming Saturday. . .sigh. I still fely nervous and the whole thing just didn't feel real yet. Adrian was driving us somewhere. I was supposed to be happy for the suprise but instead I was anxious. I trusted him. . .but not with my life. . .yet. So it was kind of hard to just hop in the car with nothing but my handbag and trust him to take me wherever he wanted to. To do whatever he wanted to do to me. . .

I'd left Amethyst and Victoria going crazy, arguing over the simple detail of gold or silver cutlery. I didn't even have a say in it because I, apparently, know nothing about weddings. André was upset with me and had decided to call Sofia and invite her to a trip to South Africa. Now I was upset because my brother decided to fly halfway across the globe 5 days before my wedding.

After what seemed like an eternity, Adrian pulled into the lot of a huge factory like building in the middle of nowhere. "What is this place, Adrian?"
Now I was nervous for real. He smiled and got out of the car. He seemed a little agitated when I opened my door and stepped out, before he could do it for me. With a gigantic smile on his face he took my hand and led me inside the building.

The first thing I saw was the large white aircraft. A private jet. His private jet. Wait. My private jet? I looked up at him, wide eyed. "Adrian." He had the most smug look on his face. "What. . .That's my name." The jet had my name on it in big cursive letters. . . except. . .instead of Weston after my name, there was Adrian's surname. . .my surname, in a few days. Was this a dream?
"You like it?"
"Is this for me?" I was tearing up. Somebody bought me a PJ? Me? "The whole thing. You wanna see the inside?" I nodded, my face graced by a foolish grin and tears.

It was absolutely beautiful. The mahogany wood was polished to perfection. White leather seats sat on either side of the jet, with tables between them, leaving the isle that led further down the aircraft. Everything looked so new. I turned around and jumped into his arms. "Thank you! You really didn't have to, but, thank you!"
"Only the best for my wife." That word. Why did I still feel a pang in my stomach when I heard it. Why was I still scared. I had to be crazy, considering the fact that the man I was marrying was absolutely amazing. I snapped out of my negativity and looked up at him. "So, Mr Reed, when can we take this thing for a spin?" I said playfully. His answer was unexpected and surprised me. "Now."
"Now? Where to?"
"It's a surprise."
"But I don't even have clothes packed and-"
"It's all taken care of, princess. Just say the words and we'll be off."
"Are we eloping?" I asked sounding more alarmed than I realised. He chuckled softly and cupped my face. "No. We'll be back in time for the wedding."
"Oh."
"So?"
"Let's go." He kissed me lovingly while holding me like he wasn't ever letting go.

Adrian's POV

She was curled up in my lap with her face burried in my neck, breathing softly. The first two hours on the plane she talked my ears of about her favourite holiday destinations, while trying to get clues as to where we were going. At some point she just stopped and started snoring softly. I won't lie, I was grateful for the silence.

I'd decided to take her on this mini vacation to relax her because I could see the effects of wedding planning taking their toll on her. I also wanted her to forget about the accident. Actually I needed her to forget. As each day passed she talked less about it, but sometimes she'd just ask me about out of the blue and catch me off guard. The FAQ being, "I didn't hurt anything, right?" I always gave her a simple "No." Maybe women could feel it in their blood. The more I reassured her that she only hurt herself, the less she asked but I was getting tired of it. Tired of the guilt.

The jet finally landed after five hours in the sky. "Wake up, princess."
"Five more minutes, please." She was the cutest thing ever. My innocent angel was even polite in her sleep. She stirred in my lap, causing my member to come to attention. "We're here, you have to wake up." I urged softly into her ear, needing her off me before I got the urge fuck her senseless on that very chair. She moved again but this time in two swirls of her ass. She was totally awake now. . .and she knew what she was doing to me. I'd teach her not to mess with me. . .all in due time. But at that moment I needed her off my lap.

When we got off the jet she looked slightly disappointed. "The surprise is another creepy building?"
Funny. "Patience, Miss Weston." She sighed and walked with me to the other side of the building.

Amelia's POV

A helicopter stood, waiting for us. Did he buy me another aircraft? Adrian helped me in, then followed behind me. I put on the huge headphones with the mic and started to buckle up. He stopped me. Does he want me to fly without the safety? He didn't notice the surprise on my face when he said he'd do it and did it. When he finished he looked at my body with a hunger I'd never seen before. He moved his eyes up and down my body, then to my face. Our eyes met and locked for a while and I found myself hoping that wherever he was taking me would have a bed.

We were flying over a place I couldn't recognise from the top, but I felt I knew. I thought we'd land on one of the luxurious looking buildings, but we didn't. We kept flying until we reached the sea. And we didn't stop there. We flew over the sea for a good minute before I felt the helicopter lower. I looked down and saw a helipad. In the middle of the ocean?What the-

We hopped out of the helicopter and Adrian led me to a flight of stairs. He smiled brightly at my delight when I realised where we were. We were on a yacht! A huge one. Everything was so beautiful, with the same colour scheme as the private jet. Whites, browns and gleaming gold. I suddenly felt relaxed. . .calm and at peace. I wasn't even sure I wanted to go back for the wedding. Again I jumped into his arms for a thank you. I was sure that I couldn't wait. I couldn't wait for him to be mine and me, his. . . forever.