Chapter 4 The Flight

Juliette Leclaire's POV

I lugged my luggage down the stairwell with much struggle and cursed at him as I watched Rogan sat on the couch at the lobby, with his legs crossed, shaking his leg, while enjoying his glass of martini in his hand. He had his fancy shades on and was in his banana print shirt and khaki shorts. He was totally indulging in a festive mood that he couldn't even be gentlemen enough to help me out with my luggage.

He never fails to prove that I was right about him being a complete asshole.

I couldn't help but stomp my way down the stairs whenever my blood boils at the sight of him and that is when I finally caught his attention. He lowered his shades and peered at me, before he whistled and commanded me, "Hurry up, we ain't got the whole day to spare."

Yes, that's Rogan Morgan. A playboy who knows nothing except for squandering his family asset. Notorious for having his scandalous image splashed all over tabloids magazine with countless hot models and whatnot in several getaway destinations for the past five years, while Romeo sloughed his ass out for the family business. If Romeo was heaven, Rogan is truly the definition of what hell is.

Thank god he slept throughout our chauffeured car ride to London's airport like a dead log, I wouldn't even know if I would survive the ride if he didn't sleep. I wrecked through my brain during the entire car ride, thinking about what I should do with my life, at least for now. I was desperate for a solution, but nothing concrete surfaced despite pushing myself to think hard. There were just too many thoughts whirling in my head.

Where's Romeo? Where's Julius? What exactly happened? Why did they leave?

Somehow time flies when you needed time. We reached London airport in no time. The chauffeur went out of the car to unload our luggage from the boot.

I exhaled heavily before I nudged Rogan, "We're here, wake up."

There was still no response from him, he continued to sleep soundly with his mouth unglamorously gaped.

What a sickening sight.

"Wake up! We're at the airport already!" I shouted into his ear and continued to nudge him even harder.

There was still no response.

Oh my god... did he passed out?! Must be the Martini, what kind of fool would have that in the morning!

"Hey! Hey! Wake up!" I started to pat his face repeatedly to get him to respond to me.There was still no response! I know I hate him, but it still sets me up in a panic to learn that a man is dying right in front of me.

I crossed my leg across his thighs and was ready to commence CPR if his pulse or breathing is absent.

I leaned my head over to his face to feel for his breathing. Then out of nowhere, a loud voice jolted right through my ear, "Gotcha!"

My heart lurched as I screamed out loud, "Ah!!"

"What are you?! 5-year-old?!" I slapped his chest at how childish he was to have played dead on me.

Gosh... My faint heart...

He gave me a suggestive smirk and said, "I don't think a 5-year-old would enjoy this as much as I do."

"Huh?" I didn't get what he said.

Then the door to the back seats where we were in opened, the chauffeur gasped at the sight of us.

"I'm sorry, should I come back later?" The chauffeur asked with his face blushed red.

"No, it's okay, we are done, my wife just couldn't control herself," Rogan replied with a wink.Couldn't control herself?!

That suggestive line finally hit upon me to look at what exactly was going on between me and him.

Shit! I was thoroughly embarrassed when I looked down and realised my legs went feeble when he scared me and I've been sitting flat on his crotch with my legs apart, the hemline of my skirt was also rolled indecently up to the suggestive zone.

"You pervert!" I jolted up from his laps immediately and stupidly banged the top of my head against the ceiling of the car.

He burst into laughter while I scrambled my way out of the car winching in pain.Someone get me a pistol! I need to get rid of this guy!

He stretched himself and yawned as soon as he got out of the car, "Woah, that certainly was a good nap!"

After we checked in, we got to the line for the security check. I made sure I queued up behind him so that he couldn't play any more pranks on me again.

Just when I thought I could finally enjoy a brief moment of peace, I felt someone standing near to me at the back of the line. This person was so near to my back that I could feel his breath on the nape of my neck, it was getting really uncomfortable. I tried to inch forward behind Rogan to get some space away from whoever behind me, but this person just keeps inching forward too. Very soon, I went out of space and I felt sandwiched between Rogan, whom I refuse to stand close to, and this pressing idiot behind me. Then I felt this person's crotch bumped against my butt and his voice hissed along with it, I turned around annoyingly and I was thoroughly creeped out by the pervert look that claimed the face of this man who was sticking his crotch against my butt.

At this point of time, I had no one better to turn to, other than Rogan.

I turned back immediately and moved closer towards Rogan, I tugged his shirt and squeaked for help.

Rogan turned around immediately and I think it didn't take him long to notice that this man behind us was way too close to me because his face turned black almost immediately.

Out of the blue, Rogan placed his right hand across my waist and scooped me over to his side. Along with that scoop was a loud groan from the man behind me, "Ouch!!!"

I turned around immediately, the man was on his knees while cupping his crotch as he groaned in pain.

"Oh sorry Sir, I didn't mean it!" Rogan appeared startled and started apologising to the man as he grabbed him by his collar to get him to stand up.

"What do you mean by you didn't mean it?! You fisted my crotch!" The man yelled back in anguish.

"Oh, I must have accidentally brushed your crotch when I was trying to grab my wife to my side. I'm really sorry, do you have to blow this matter up?" Rogan apologised once again as he tightened his grip around the man's shoulder. It was obvious Rogan wasn't really apologising, the intimidation was real with the grip tightening around this man's shoulder.

"I'm sure you get what I mean?" Rogan gave him a commanding deadpan look as he continued to tighten his grip.

"Ye...Yes..." The man winced in pain and immediately scrambled out of our sight.Yes! Win a goal, Rogan!

I gleamed at the victorious revenge at the pervert. He deserved it!

When I turned back, Rogan was looking at me with gloat.

"Okay, thank you for coming to my rescue," I thanked him even though I never imagined I would ever thank this person in my life for anything, but I can't deny that what he did just now was a heroic act.

"Which is why you should always stand in front of me when it comes to line," He placed his hand against the back of my waist and scooped me over to the front of him.

I felt my adrenaline rushed down my spine when he touched my waist that my back arched uncontrollably at the touch of his large manly hand, and then I felt my face turned warm that I had to fan myself to cool myself down.

What is wrong with me?

When we finally got onto the plane, I thought he was going to sleep like a dead log whenever he commutes, but I was wrong. He was wide awake after that power nap in the car ride.

When it came to the in-flight meal, he pops a piece of sautéed scallop in his mouth and savoured in delight, "Hmmp... This is delicious, first class just never fails."

Then he rattles on and on about the food, the comfiness of the cushy seat, the in-flight entertainment, not forgetting the bum of the air stewardesses.

My head was throbbing from absorbing his load of nonsensical rattles. I couldn't stand another moment of having to tolerate yet another word that is coming out from his mouth.Just when Rogan left for the washroom, the air stewardess started serving another round of drinks again, I knew my chance was here. I raised my hand and waved hard at the air stewardess.

"Yes, Ma'am, how can I help you?" The air stewardess leaned over and asked me."May I know what's the hardest liquor that you have here?" I asked discreetly."That would be...Spirytus at 96% alcohol. Would you like a glass of that?" She asked."Yes, please," I smiled in response.

Thank god that she returned swiftly with the liquor I asked for before Rogan returned to his seat.I'm so going to knock the shit out of him.

"Hey... you're finally back, you were gone for quite some time. Are you okay?" I asked with the best plastered smile that I could ever pull off.

"Aww... That's rare but nice of you to ask me. Someone's missing me already?" Rogan asked with a look of surprise, not forgetting to end it off on a cocky tone.

I forced a smile on my face shamelessly once again.

"I was just unloading my goodies back there," He attempted to explain his time back at the washroom and I stopped him immediately, "It's okay, spare me the explanation, the last thing that I would want to know is about your bowel movement please."

"Look, I've got you a drink while you were away," I raised the glass over to him, pleading hard in my mind for him to gulp it down and be "in peace" for the rest of the flight at least.

"Just nice, I was feeling thirsty, thank you," He took over the glass of liquor from me and washed it down his throat in one gulp.

"Woah... now that's refreshing!" He slurped in delight.

Is this guy for real? If this hard liquor can't even take him down, what can?!"

Just as I was fretting over how I should survive my remaining time on this flight with him, he passed out in a split second with his head against snugged against my shoulder.

Thank god for that!

I attempted to shrug him off my shoulder and place his head away from me but it was all futile. The more I tried to push him away, the more he snugged his face up towards my neck. He slept soundly like a baby.

I could feel his lips against the skin of my neck, every warm breath that he exhaled against my skin made my heart thumped erratically and my face warming up in heat with every second passed.

Stop! Stop! Stop! It's just the unfamiliar intimacy that is playing games with my mind now.

Well, at least I saved myself from his next wave of nonsensical rattle.

I decided to make do with the "peace" that I have now and turned my face away from him. I couldn't help connecting my thoughts back to Romeo again as I stared blankly out of the plane window.

My parents have always wanted to get close to the Morgans for business interest, so five years ago when they learnt that I needed an internship experience to graduate from my last year at Harvard's business school, they went to great lengths to secure me an internship position at the Morgans, one of the biggest and the most promising enterprise that every business school student was dying to get into.

Romeo Morgan is the heir of the infamously rich Morgan's Enterprise after his twin elder brother, Rogan, decided to give it all up for a ridiculous YOLO lifestyle overnight five years ago.

Rogan was a MENSA recognised genius at a young age, so it wasn't difficult for everyone to have their attention on him, especially when he was able to magically churn multiple millions of profit for the company during his first few years as CEO of the company. Despite being shadowed by Rogan's achievements, Romeo still consistently worked hard for the company with no qualms and complaint as the Chief Operating Officer of the company when I first knew him. While most had their eyes on Rogan, I had Romeo in my heart...