Lethal Secrets

Chapter 3 : Captured

Andreas took my hand once more as one of the guards by the stairs that led up to the jet, came over and opened the door. We boarded the plane, Andreas placing me in a plush, leather seat at the back. He strapped me in before returning to his own seat at the front, which on this plane, felt like half a mile away.

I crossed my arms as I faced the window, doing my best to remain calm and gather my thoughts as we took off. I was so preoccupied that I hadn't realised that one of the flight attendants was bent over beside me. I looked up to look at her and flinched when I realised she was much closer than I had anticipated.

She held a tray of food in her hands. I let her place it on the table in front of me. "Mr. Petrov said that you might be hungry." I looked down at the food with a scrutinizing gaze. She regarded my underdressed state and obviously found it distasteful, if the expression on her face was any indication.

Whatever her issue was, I decided it wasn't any of my business. I'm not trying to make friends anyway. "Thank you." I took a bite of the steaming omelette on my plate.

'Cindy' as it read on the nametag pinned to the flight attendant's fitted shirt, seemed somwhat molified by that, the hateful look on her face easing somewhat. "Would you like apple juice or orange?" I pointed at the apple juice carton while I ate, what I had to admit, was one of the best omelettes I'd ever had.

"Once you're done, I've set your bags up in the bedroom at the end of the plane. Mr. Petrov said you can use all the facilities as you wish."

I thanked her once more before she moved to see to everyone else at the front. I almost gagged as Callum rested his hand on her bum when she bent over to serve him. He really is a man whore. I noted to myself as I angled my head to watch his obvious man handling of that poor rear end. She removed his hand, seeming to deny him with a hard expression on her face, from what I could discern while being too far to hear their conversation.

I finished up my breakfast before getting up and walking to the bedroom as per Cindy's instruction. Upon looking back, I noticed that she was now sat in the chair next to Callum with his hand on her knee. He's a really good man whore, damn.

I found a pair of double doors, through which laid a room that almost had me convinced we were no longer on a plane. It was entirely decorated in dark wood and gold, the queen sized bed in the center of the room made up in satin, beige sheets and pillows. On the bed sat a stack of clothing that I was probably meant to wear, beside my small backpack of belongings.

The round, gold-framed windows displayed the blue sky outside, the frames providing a stark contrast to the dark wood walls. My bare feet brushed against carpeted floor as I walked in, heading towards the door at the corner of the room that must have led to the bathroom.

I walked right into a classy, small bathroom that was made up of nothing but polished, glistening marble. How the plane could fly with all this extra weight was beyond me. I shrugged out of my clothes and jumped into the shower, keeping it short.

When I was done, I grabbed one of the awaiting fluffy, white towels on the towel rack in the corner and walked over to a small counter with a variety of new, still-packaged, travel-size bottles of high end toiletries.

I applied some lotion to my arms and the deodorant, applying some lipgloss before letting my hair down, running my fingers through it a couple of times. This is probably as good as its' going to get. As I walked back out into the bedroom, I smacked right into a hard, muscular wall with dark eyes.

"Andreas?" I mumbled in confusion, grabbing a hold of my towel as it began to unravel.

"Yeah?"

"You mind stepping out?" I picked up the pile of clothes. "Trying to get to business here."