Running The World With You

Kill all men

Mark, one of the butlers, loads our luggage into the limo. I run over to my parents and hug them. I can't believe I'm going to be leaving them.

"Baby, you be safe now. Don't do anything you feel uncomfortable with, ok?" My mom cups my face. I smile and nod my head.

"Be safe now, I love you Ileó petit" my dad beams. He's been calling me little lion since I was a kid.

"Your Majesty, the car is all packed." Mark says. I smile at him and get in. Lucius shakes my father's hand and gets in next to me.

I haven't barely even seen Lucius since that night. I cancelled all the sessions, saying they didn't help us at all. I also have been seeing my mom's therapist. She's had mental health issues in the past, so we have a live in one.

I go see the therapist whenever I feel like my life gets out of control. That night has made me go multiple times. It's made me feel better, but being alone with him for a week is terrifying.

"How long until the airport?" His husky voice demands.

"Thirty minutes, your Majesty." The driver responds. I am trying to scoot as far away from him as possible.

Lucius is just on his phone. I'll do that too. I go on Instagram through my secret account. I'm not allowed to have social media as it's a safety concern. I suppose I understand it.

Another twenty minutes pass and our car pulls up to the private jet. It has the Balcray emblem and Monaco flag all over it. Not surprised.

Lucius gets up and so do I. I see a women in business wear talking to the pilot. They are both outside of the plane. I suddenly feel very embarrassed of my sweats and hoodie.

The driver grabs our bags. I help him, Lucius does not. Of course he doesn't.

The staff bow and greet us both. It's just the women and the man who I'm assuming is the pilot judging by his badge.

The plane is wonderful. It's white interior compliment the chic patterned rug and very comfy looking black recliners. Another door leads to what I assume is the bedroom.

We sit on opposite ends of the plane. I don't want to be near him, and he isn't interested in me right now.

"Quelqe chose à manger?" (Anything to eat?) The women asks. I wonder if she knows that I speak French.

"Whisky por moi." Lucius responds. Him speaking French is very attractive, I won't lie.

"De l'eau pour moi s'il vous plaît!" (Water for me please!) she looks taken aback that I speak French.

Lucius smirks at me. The women goes back into the refreshments.

I can't believe I'm going to Monaco. Meeting his parents. I wonder if they will like me. Not that I care. It's not like this isn't a sham.

"I like it when you speak French." Lucius mutters, just loud enough for me to hear.

"Ok." I say. He looks up from his phone. Did that piss him off? Shit.

"Ce'st du matériel de femme." (It's wife material) oh good god. Is he flirting with me?

"What?" I lightly say. I don't know why he would say such a thing.

"Any wife of mine needs to know my native language." He looks back down at his phone. That just pisses me off but I keep my mouth shut.

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We land soon after that. It's only a one hour flight. Also the girl never brought us our drinks, apparently she was fucking the pilot. Either way they both got fired. Yikes.