35 flight

✨Andi✨

He's really here, in the flesh. It seems like he's hell a lot more than okay to me.

His pearl white teeth showed when he grinned widely. "Leaving without saying goodbye again?"

Oh, God. Why is he here?

"I'm working," I said plainly, not bothering about the hammering inside my chest.

"Ah, that's why you're going to disappear again, babochka" he leaned back on his seat and closed his eyes. How I miss him calling me like that.

"You should still be recovering, why are you even here?" I pouted, trying to buy some time and unlock the handcuffs.

"Don't even try it. The lock is broken, I made sure of it so you can't escape from me" he didn't even open his eyes.

What he said was true, the lock was broken. I can break my bones to get out of these shackles though.

"Don't" he murmured "just stay for a while."

What can I even do? Throw him or myself out of the plane? I have nowhere to go. He got me where he wanted me to be.

Someone cleared their throats, the man seated on Yuri's place was back. His tattooed arms crossed over his chest while he glared down at us.

Yuri stood up and the man sat, glaring at me. Because this Russian had a very bright idea of handcuffing our hands, we are blocking the tattooed guy's space.

My abductor motioned for me to stand up and follow him. Heaving a sigh, draping my accessible jacket over our locked hands, I took my bag and followed him. I sighed, I kinda love the seat by the window.

As we passed by some passengers and flight attendants, the envious glare they threw at me sent vicious thoughts in my mind. They see Yuri as if he was some crux for them to feast their eyes on.

We entered the first-class section. It was pretty empty, mostly because it was too expensive for a regular human being. I mentally rolled my eyes when he took a seat. When I didn't follow him, he pulled me over his lap.

"I'll sit. Let go" I whined.

"No" he stubbornly retorted.

"Everyone's looking, Yuri" I whispered. Everyone's opinion didn't really matter to me. They can go kill themselves if they want but this position I'm in right now makes my insides flutter.

"Who cares" he snuggled his face on the crook of my neck, pulling over my hair away from his face. "I miss you, butterfly."

My heart. Oh, God. My poor stupid heart was doing backflips and summersault inside my chest.

I leaned in closer to his warmth, Yuri smiled on my skin. "Stop and let me go, Princess."

I gasped when he nipped my earlobes and whispered "don't tell me what to do, babochka. I know what your body wants."

A moan escaped my mouth when he licked my neck, finding that sweet spot only he could find. "See? I know what's mine…" He said.

I hate it when humans claim girls as their property but there was something sweet when it's Yuri who claims me. "Fúck off." I pushed him off and went to sit beside him, still looking over the clouds.

"Can I get you anything, sir?" the attendant in a skimpy uniform said in a sultry voice.

"I'm good," the man beside me said in a bored tone.

"How about whiskey, sir?" she insisted.

"Gimme that whiskey" I took the bottle from her, her eyes narrowed to slits before storming off, probably back to the ditch where she came from.

Yuri shook his head, chuckling a little while I finished half of the whiskey in three sips. All the time I was drinking, my right hand was held hostage by Yuri's left under the clothes of my jacket. He was sleeping peacefully and I fell into oblivion.

When I opened my eyes, I felt good. Something I haven't felt waking up in quite a while. Warmth engulfed as the air-conditioning of the plane evens my skin temperature. It's a perfect balance of warm and cold and the warmth tightened around my waist.

Huh?

My eyes flutter open, my body was tangled over Yuri's while my human cushion let out soft snores. I felt the urge to pee really bad but how can I go without waking him up?

Cursing, I broke my thumb and slid my hands out of the cuffs before popping my thumb back.

When I came back, the human cushion was already awake with blazing green orbs looking up at me.

"Morning Princess" I smiled forcefully before rolling my eyes. Why was he mad when I should be the one mad at him!?

Before my bottoms bussed the leather – undeniably – comfortable seat, hands gripped my hips pulling me over another person's lap. I wasn't really that easy to startle, but Yuri manages to make the little girl out of me scream five octaves higher.

"Yuri! What are you-" the words died down in my mouth when he once again cuffed my hands.

"Mine" he rests his face on the crook of my neck, nuzzling like a kid. "We go anywhere together."

My eyes rolled from east to west "I went to pee and I didn't want to disturb your slumber, Princess."

"No. You… go, I go…" he was slurring a little on his words, he must be still on pain reliever. He shouldn't be needing it if he just stayed on the estate.

"We can't do that" I answered truthfully "some things should be done alone."

"No… I don't want to" he pulled me back down with him, his eyes fluttered close while his grip on my waist tightened. "You're mine Adrianna Belford."

I stiffened. How the flyingfück did he learn my last name? Isiah was the only one who knows about that and old Laskin but I don't think they'd endanger Yuri's life like that.

He's digging his grave by getting deeper into my life. Does he know who my mother is, and worst did he find out who my father is? I wanted to ask him but he was snoring softly again.

"What are you doing, Yuri?" I asked softly, tucking away locks covering his forehead. "I'm not good for you."

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