The Flight

It's a nice sunny day for our flight to Dubai. The sun rays blaring through the windows of my car making the weather hot this early in the morning.

After minutes of driving, I finally arrived at the airport. My driver opened up the car door for me and offered his hand as leverage when I step a foot out of the car. I'm only in my black jeans and faded blue sleeveless shirt, opposite to what I expected Lincoln's be wearing.

Speaking of the devil.

I scanned the whole entrance and all of a sudden a Maserati pulled over just a few inches away from my BMW. Just by looking at it I already knew who was behind the wheels. As the door flew open, the person I assumed to be inside the car popped out. Of course, it's Lincoln. Who else could it be?

I was about to approach him when he took a turn around the car and opened the door of the passenger seat. With my eyebrows lightly narrowed, I watched as heeled sandals stepped on the ground along the feminine hand that held onto Lincoln's.

A gasp of awe left my lips. Samantha appeared in my view. She looked like an innocent heroine in her chosen attire. A wavy white dress that merely reached her knees, hair falling freely on her shoulders and back.

"I was not expecting this," Samantha muttered loud enough for me to hear.

It made me scoff unbelievably. What? I'm the fiancee so I guess it's normal that I'm to be with Lincoln in times like this. Especially when it connects to his family's reputation and businesses.

Shaking my head, I chose not to mind what she said and told the airlines staffs to prepare our seats in a private class. My heels clanked on the tiled floor of the airport as I walked inside the premises and to the departure area. The couple tailing along behind my back.

The whole situation almost has me cursing Lincoln for his foolishness. Here I am being careful of my actions and there he goes, flaunting this girl who might ruin everything for the both of us.

"Have a nice flight, Miss Madrigal."

I flashed a warm smile at the flight attendant before claiming my seat. Heaving a sigh of relief as I lean my back against the backrest, I closed my eyes, determined to fall into slumber throughout the flight.

"Can you move?"

A familiar voice spoke out and even though my eyes were completely shut I can tell that the person was standing right in front of me. Momentarily, I popped my eyes open to look at the owner of the voice. There I saw him, Lincoln with Samantha clinging to his arm.

"I'm sorry to disappoint you but I can't," I softly said then flashed a sweet smile.

Lincoln was about to reply when I shut him off by plugging the earbuds into my ears. Hastily picked a song to play and set the volume to its fullest before waving my hand off as if telling them to get seated in their assigned place.

I watched as Samantha walked away with a frown on her face as Lincoln settled himself by my side. As he should be.

A triumphant smile creeped out of my lips at the thought of finally having them separated for the whole flight duration. I then removed the earbuds from my ears and put them back nicely on their case.

"What's with you and Damian?" Lincoln asked all of a sudden. His hand holding a magazine that I supposed he found somewhere.

"Nothing," I answered before grinning sheepishly once I got to know that the WiFi was working perfectly fast inside the plane.

I heard him hissing at my response which made my forehead crease. Turning my head in his direction, I softly mouthed a few inaudible words causing him to glance at me for a while.

"So nothing means kissing on somebody else's veranda?" He scoffed.

His question gave me gasping in both awe and annoyance. I kind of want to punch him to bring him back to the reality that he's trying to turn the tables of who's the bad guy now.

"Oh wow, says the man who tag her girlie along to this business trip that was supposed to be just the two of us alone," I retaliated with a huff. Left eyebrow raised while looking at him.

"That was two different things," he insisted.

Out of annoyance, I suddenly hit his forehead with the magazine that he was reading. I made sure that it was rolled up nicely before using it to harm Lincoln.

He released a pained groan before throwing me a deadly stare. Almost looking like a lion who was ready to tear my flesh into pieces and swallow me up.

"You should be thanking me that up until now I'm not saying anything to your mother!" I claimed, my voice slightly raised than my usual tone.

Lincoln then went silent, his jaw clenching and I can hear him gritting his teeth. He took one last glance at me before looking ahead of him.

Now it's my turn to hiss. Great, what a beautiful way to start this trip.

Throughout the entire flight, neither I nor Lincoln dared to start a conversation. We were drop-dead silent until the very moment that the plane landed in Dubai.

Carefully, I stood up on my heels and was about to head out of the plane when unfortunately I tripped on my own feet. My eyes went wide and I expected to fall to the floor but to my surprise, I didn't.

It took me seconds to process what was happening in my surrounding before finally noticing two different sets of hands gripping both of my arms. Momentarily, I looked to my left, and of course, Lincoln was there, gripping my arm and wrist to prevent me from falling. Slowly, I shifted my head to my right and the face of the last person I was expecting to see is the owner of the hands that were gripping my other arm. The same pair of blue eyes appeared in my vision.