Chapter 27A gun.
That's why Gülizar gave me the Chanel purse. I twirl the heavy gun in my hands. This is what she meant when she said it would help me when I needed it. I never even used one before. How did she expect me to automatically know how now?
I place it back on the purse. This somewhat made me feel more at ease with the situation. At least I have some form of protection with me in case the need arises. I haven't been alone in so long, and with Quinten still out there... I silently thank Gülizar.
The flight attendant exits her hidden station and walks over to me. "Would you like me to bring your breakfast to you now?" She asks with a sincere smile plastered on her face.
"Just a bagel, please." She acknowledges my request with a nod before excusing herself.
I look out the windowsill. The faint clouds have been calming me from my nerves as we reach the end of the flight. It's been a long ten hours of just waiting with too much overthinking from my part. I don't know if I should just wait until tommorow to find Marcus. I figured a good night sleep in the hotel I booked would give me time to build the courage to talk to him. It's supposed to be 10:30am back home, it's actually 4:30pm in Italy, that's late too start finding anyone.
I shake my head. I know I'm making up excuses, but how do you tell your ex that your pregnant? There isn't a handbook on this. I softly touch my stomach. "I'm only doing this for you." I tell my baby. "If I never had to see your dad again, I would've been just fine."
Funny how things work. Two months ago I was in love and so dependent on this man. Now...Well, now I won't truly know until I see him again. The only thing I do know is that he hurt me. And I don't know if I could see him the same way I did before again.
"Here's your bagel." The flight attendant places my breakfast in a fancy tray on my desk.
"Thank you."
"We will begin to land in a few moments, Ms. Aslan." She informs me before going back to her hidden station.
I don't find ny bagel appetizing at all, but I'm still on eastern time which makes it breakfast time for me. I take a bite of my bagel. Stale, or bitter? That's what it's tasting like. I scrunch up my face and put it down. That's so gross. My stomach begins to whirl.
Oh, no. No. No. No.
I rush to the bathroom and kneel over the toliet seat, releasing the contents of my body. I hurl and heave until I'm completely empty. The nausea doesn't leave me though. I groan to myself. "Come on baby, don't do this right now. Do it when we see your father. I wouldn't even be mad if you made me throw up on him. I'll even eat extra dessert, if you do." I control my breathing as another wave of nausea overcomes me. "This is so gross." The smell isn't helping at all. A slight knock on the door, makes me jump a little.
"There's another bathroom in the private cabinet, if you'd like to change there. I already placed fresh clothes on bed."
I stand up and open the door, against my body's instinct. "Thank you." I say to her before rushing to the bedroom. I go to the bathroom and splash cold water on my face and brush my teeth. I can feel the waves of nausea slowly leaving my system. I change of out my red dress and put on my black sleeve top, and grey highwaisted jeans. I pair it off with black ankles boots the flight attendant took out for me. I feel more comfortable and overall better, but I'm in dire need of a long bath once I get to the hotel.
"Ms. Aslan, if you could please take your seat. We will now begin to descend." The flight attendant says through the door.
I open the door immediately. "I'm done. Thanks for the h-" I notice her holding up a water bottle and some salted crackers.
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Trillionaires' War
RomanceChole Aslan has been successful in taking control of Alsan Verdell International. Making her, and her parent's, the first trillionaires known to existence. Even with amount of zeros in her bank account, it doesn't take away the amount of loneliness...