Arrogant Billionaire - Part ll
His jaw clenched in rage, and he did his best not to lash out and rip Ross away from her when he saw the uncomfortable and uncertain look on her face and how she snatched her arm away from his hold.
He took out his phone and looked through the contract, but he couldn't find Ophelia's phone number. Of course! He doesn't even have her phone number! Instead, he contacted the private jet's controller, "Plan on taking off in thirty minutes. I couldn't care less where the crew is! I recall telling them to be prepared to take off at any time!" He roared into the phone, and Lilian stared at him, terrified, unable to figure out what had caused his abrupt outburst. He abruptly hung up the phone and roared angrily at the driver, "Turn around, we're leaving for the Netherlands!"
Lilian wanted to question him, but the murderous look on his face silenced her.
'How could he touch her?' How dare he touch her in that way! I will see to it that you suffer, Ross!' These were the thoughts that raced through his mind as they drove to the airport.
The SUV soon came to a halt in front of the private jet, and as soon as he saw Ophelia on the steps, he sprang out of the car and stormed onto the plane, followed by Lilian and the two bodyguards. They were apprehensive and anxious. That caused Ophelia to frown in confusion.
'Perhaps someone served him the wrong water.' She pondered walking into the jet as well, preparing for take-off. They heard Onyx shouting for Ross about twenty minutes into the flight. He jumped a little in his seat when he heard Onyx's voice and dashed over to see why he was being summoned.
Ophelia yawned batting her eyelashes staring out of the window to her left when Dallas dragged his body and sat down on his seat. She asked hastily, with a concerned look on her face, "What happened? Are you all right?"
"I suppose I'll live." He muttered.
"Dallas, what happened? What exactly did he say?" She inquired angrily.
"He raged because we had left to roam around despite his instructions to do so and to be prepared. He accused me of being irresponsible for failing to heed his orders, and he couldn't even reach my cell phone when he attempted to contact me. And how he had to contact the operator in order to reach us the crew" He uttered it all in one breath, staring up ahead. Ophelia signaled for water and a flight attendant brought water for Dallas. He gulped it down, and Ophelia inquired, "Did you tell him that I requested you to accompany me?"
"I did."
"And how did he respond?"
"He said you were new and would be gone soon, but I was his permanent employee, and I had to follow through his plans effectively." Sighing, he informed, and Ophelia's blood boiled with rage. "That arrogant bastard! Who does he think he is to treat you in this manner?" She exclaimed,
"It's all right, please calm down, Ophelia," With a hesitant smile, he tried to soothe her down, and after a few attempts, she calmed down.
Onyx stormed away again when they landed in Amsterdam, while Ophelia and the crew hung around at the airport. Onyx had returned a few hours later, and they were once again in the air, on their way to France.
This has been going on for a week, nonstop flights to various countries and cities. Over the course of a week, she had spent the night in seven different countries. Her vacation was over, and while she was meant to be back at work as a commercial pilot, her airline had shown no sign of calling her back. She was becoming increasingly annoyed and enraged with Onyx and her airline.
She tossed and turned in her bed in the opulent hotel suite in Luxembourg. Throughout the week, she had stayed in a number of lavish hotels. Her sleep had been disrupted by the various time zones. She rolled out of bed and made her way to the balcony. As the late summer wind blew over her, blowing her hair in the wind and causing a chill to run down her spine. She looked up at the sky, watching the clouds cover the black canvas, hiding the full moon and the shining stars. Even though it was summer but the nights were chilly. While she would have preferred to spend these frigid days in Hawaii basking in the sun, fate had drawn her to the unknown cold city of Luxembourg.
It felt so serene in the quiet night, with nothing but the soft wind to be felt and heard. She looked down at the grassy lawn, and a particular strolling figure drew the entirety of her attention. Onyx Reighs was out on the grassy lawn, his hands tucked inside his slacks and nothing but a black tee covering his body. He walked aimlessly and all she could think was, "Doesn't he feel cold?" She was dressed in a pajama, a jumper, and the duvet was wrapped around her as well. But what was she talking about, she had always been sensitive to the cold. That's why, throughout the winter, she would always flee to the warmest cities.
When the clouds scurried away, revealing the brilliant moon, she noticed Onyx looking up at the sky. She could only stare at him as the moonlight enhanced his sharp, stunning features. Making him appear even more attractive if that was even possible. She was captivated by the beauty of his browns as they twinkled in the dazzling moonlight, and in the smile that graced his face. She had no idea how long she had been staring at him, but when he felt the heat of her gaze, his eyes turned towards where she was standing. She ducked down quickly to avoid his prying eyes. Her heart throbbed in her chest as she hid from the male. She glanced over to see whether he was still there, but disappointment washed over her when she saw he was gone. Her eyes sought for him, and she's not sure why she wished to catch another glimpse of him. But he'd already fled within the confines of his chamber. She, too, stepped inside and climbed onto her bed, gently drifting off to sleep as those browns consumed her thoughts.