TEN

Miran stepped out of the hotel in a white thawb and a white and black keffiyeh wrapped around his head, holding Kim's hand, she wore a black dress with short sleeves and her hair packed in a ponytail as they walked to the black BMW, behind them Tony, Lima and the rest of his bodyguard followed.

"Oh my god, Miran… the escort?" She asked looking at him, He looked at and smiled.

"I need them," he says, opening the car door for her. Kim got in and smiled at the new driver. "Tony and Lima would follow behind." He said.

"Of course, they would" she rolled her eyes, behind them were three cars that followed. Miran placed his hands on her lap. "I'm sorry" she swallowed, looking out of the window.

Moments later the car slowed down, in the moonlight his jet was waiting for them on the landing strip. Kim looked outside the window.

"Oh my god, Miran" she looked back at him and back at the sparkling white jet, her mouth opened wide like a child.

"What?" He asked.

The car stopped and Tony opened the car door for them, coming down from the car they were led across the tarmac to the waiting plane.

"Is this new?" She asked, and a sly smile tugged his lips, he pulled her closer.

"Yeah, it is… I told you I went shopping, didn't I?" Kim blinked, and giggled.

"You're insane!" She moved away, Miran pulled her back, lifting her into his arms. "Oh god! Miran, drop me" she tapped, smiling. "Your people are watching" she continued tapping.

"Mr Mayer?" A lady called Kim recognized her, she was always flying with them. She smiled seeing them both.

"Maryam" he called, finally she knew her name. She smiled at her. Miran still had Kim in his arms.

"Miss Cortes?" she said, lowering her gaze. Kim tapped him to drop her down but he went up the stairs into the plane where they were greeted by two flight attendants, the captain and copilot. Bodyguards followed suit behind them before disappearing into the back of the plane.

"Drop me" she says, Miran finally lets go of her. Kim looked around, this was nothing like the other, it still looked new. "So, how many jets do you have?" She turned around and asked.

"Three?" He guessed, Kim cleared her throat, unbelievably. He amazed her every time.

"How could you not know how many jets you own?" She looked at him.

"Because I do not manage them, you could ask Tony, he knows," he argued.

"Mr Mayer?" The captain interrupted, Kim narrowed her gaze to him. He gave Miran a respectful nod.

"We are ready for takeoff at your order, sir."

A blonde flight attendant took Miran's coat, while the other one, a black head, greeted him with a silver tray holding drinks. Kim heard the cabin door close behind her with a loud bang.

"Thank you." Taking a flute of champagne from the tray, Miran sat down on a white leather seat in the front cabin of the jet and Kim followed, placing her bag on the chair beside her. Miran gave a small, private smile and nodded at the captain

"It's really beautiful" she shrugged, complimenting the jet. She dropped her champagne on a table close to the chair and came closer to him, climbing over him and sitting on his lap. "You need a haircut" she played with his grown beards. Miran held her waist, caressing her back gently.

"Yeah? Should do in Dubai" He replied, Kim locked eyes with him for a while.

"I miss you" she leaned forward, planting a kiss on his cheek. Miran pouted, requesting for a kiss on his lips. "Oh, Miran Mayer" she laughed, getting off his lap, Miran pulled her back.

"Don't you think you've teased me enough?" He asked. She wrapped her hands around his neck.

"So what? You want to fuck me on your jet?" He smiled at how raw Kim was. He raised his brows at her, aroused by her words.

"It's mine, after all," he smiled. She bit her lips, why did that just turn her on? She stared at him, blushing. Kim looked away.

"I don't think so," She smiled. Miran pulled her closer and kissed her nipples through her clothes. He suddenly remembered, Kim dressed up in his presence. He didn't recall her putting on any panties or bra. He raised his gaze at her and she had a sly smile on.

"You're not wearing panties, Kim," he said. She smiled lewdly, blushing, she raised her brows at him and licked her lips. Kim leaned closer to his ears.

"You didn't get me one" she whispered. "Oops" she could feel him getting hard, Miran shook his head, releasing her, leaning backwards resting on the white leather seat

"Get down," he laughed.

After several hours, they arrived in Dubai. Miran and Kim went down the stairs to the tarmac and three cars were waiting for them.

"We are in Abu Dhabi?" She guessed, the airport looked similar to the first one.

"No, baby… Dubai" he said, holding her hands tighter.

"Oh, okay" She said, Miran's eyes fell down at her and back up, he sighed.

as they approached a uniformed driver opened the passenger door for them, shutting the door as they entered the car.

"That was exhausting" she complained, "I hate traveling" she added. Adjusting her hair.

"You have to get used to it, cause you're mine, and I am taking you along with me" He said.

The driver entered the car driving them away from the private airport.

"Do you seriously need so many bodyguards?" Her mouth twitched as she said.

"Yes, Kimimela, I do," he said, staring at the tablet Tiny had handed him not quite long. '"Lima arranged some clothes for you," he paused and glared at her. "With panties of course," Kim laughed.

"Yoo!" she nudged him, and looked at the driver. She eyed him. Miran chuckled.

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