56 Outing { 2 }

Soon, we got out of the car because we arrived to a private airport.

I can see that Ryan's private jet was waiting for him, ready to take off.

I got out of the car and crossed my arms, "Ryan, seriously, could you please tell me where we are going."

"Nope, now let's go."

" Hmmph , no, I am not going to move from here unless you tell me where we are going." I said, holding my nose up high.

Ryan smirked, "Is that so?"

I nodded.

"Fine, than you are leaving me with no choice." He said, walking up to me as his smirk grew.

I knitted my eyebrow, but i can understand he scooped me up off of my feet.

My eyes widened in shock.

I hate that feeling, having your feet off of the ground. I especially don't like that feeling because you feel like you might fall any moment.

"RYAN!!!" I screamed, "PLEASE!! DON'T!!!"

He chuckled, "I have to."

I squeezed my eyes shut, clutching onto his shoulders really tightly.

"How much do you weight? You are so light."

"I am less than 101 pounds and please put me down. I swear!" I cried.

"You are underweight for your height." Ryan said, like we were talking abut the weather.

"I don't give a shit! Please put me down! I am so scared!!" I cried.

"Nope."

"And I am wearing a dress, everyone could see my underwear!!"

"If everyone meant me, than yes I could see it and it's ok, I don't mind." Ryan said, winking while his smirk grow.

'I swear, I am going to slap him until his eyes come out of his head when I get down.'

"Please." I struggled with my voice, "Put me down."

"If I do, you have to walk??" Ryan said.

I nodded, mindlessly.

He lowered me to the ground and the first thing that I do was pull my dress was low as it could go.

Ryan chuckled from behind me.

I blushed and I speed - walked ahead.

I made a mental note to myself: Don't ever wear dresses, unless you don't mind showing off your underwear to the world.

I stomped up the steps of the private jet and plopped down on the seat.

I quickly pulled my dress because I don't need Ryan to study my underwear anymore. It was long enough.

"Good afternoon Mr. and Ms. George, this is Captain Andrew KIPP speaking.

I would be flying this jet and I hope you enjoy your ride. Thank you." the speaker said.

I sat back and soon, the jet took a flight.

The flight attendant rolled the cart full of beverages down beside me.

"Hello, good afternoon Mr. and Ms. George, would you like to do drink anything?" she said.

I shook my head as Ryan shook his.

"Well, if you need any help or anything you press that button next to the light and I would be right here with you." she said pointing to the button.

I nodded and she scurried away with the cart.

I turned towards the window and pulled the window up, looking down at New York from here.

I smiled. It was beautiful up here. I wish I could take some picture because of the view.

I stared at a little longer, while I felt a pair of eyes on my back. I turned around, finding Ryan looking at me.

I reddened with shyness. I hated it when a guy just stare at you, unsure of their thoughts in their mind.

I don't know what was it in me, but I feel so attached to him. I like being near him, I feel safe when I am with him, I feel comfortable when I am with him. I feel . . . complete when I am with him.

I don't know what was going on with my mind, but I lean in towards him.

"Jennifer, are you still mad at me that I left you?"

I couldn't speak, his beauty was so stunning that I can't even tear my eyes away from him.

I don't even think it is legal to be this handsome, so I just shooked my head to stop staring.

"I'm sorry, I want to apologize . . ."

"Are you still mad at me?" I said, finally finding my voice, "You didn't talk to me. I didn't know what I did wrong. I am sorry for whatever I did, I really didn't mean it. I didn't mean to make you mad. Why didn't you tell me? I would have fix it for you . . . I wouldn't do it agin, I - "

He leaned in closing the space between our lips.

My stomach twisted when he moved his lips against my lips.

The sparks flew off of his lips and onto my lips. My breath was hitched in the middle of my throat when he held the back of my neck to bring our body closer.

Being this close to him is exotic.

It drives my wolf crazy being this close to her mate and knowing that I am enjoying this moment.

And that rush of emotion coming from your chest makes you dizzy and your heart beat faster every second . . . It's like losing yourself . . . like escaping the world for a few moment.

It was one of those perfect moment where you feel like you are the strongest and you care nothing about the world anymore.

But it didn't last long before the speaker squeaked.

We both jumped back in surprise.

I turn away blushing, I can't let him see me right now.

I quickly smoothen my dress as the speaker spoke on, "Mr. and Ms. George, we have arrived. I hoped you enjoyed the ride. Have a nice day."

I was too busy smoothening my dress that, Ryan turned impatient and grabbed my hand, pulled my off of my seat.

I looked at him surprisingly.

"What - "

" Shhhhh , just follow me." Ryan said, grinning at me.

He pulled me to the front door of the jet.

Everyone that was on the flight (pilot and flight attendees) were standing on the side, waving and bowing to us in respect.

I quickly flashed them a smile and wave at them good - bye.

"Ryan, seriously, where are we?" I asked, groaning a little.

We stood at the steps of the jet and I tried to look around to see if I could at least get a hint of where I am.

He ignored me and pulled me to the limo that was waiting for us.

Just stepping out of the jet, the hot air hit me on the face. It made me realize how cool it was on the jet.

The doorman opened the car door and Ryan pushed me into the limo. Thanks.

"Ryan!" I said a little louder.

I turned to look at him, seeing him relaxing in the limo like he doesn't care about the world made me realize that he was no help.

The limo started and I looked at just in time to see a big, fat sign that says, " WELCOME TO L.A.! "