Chapter 5 5. Survived but Trapped

Paris POV

Breeze

That was the first thing I felt and heard as my eyes slowly fluttered open to see the sun shimmering and sparkling behind what looked like...trees.

I sat up immediately, my head aching as I glanced around confused. I'm surrounded by thick trees. Where the fuck am I? Am I dead? That can't happen!

I quickly checked my body for injury but miraculously there was none. Maybe I'm dead. Just then everything started coming to me. The plane crashed. The jerk.

Fear gripped me at the thought I had almost died. Thanks to an incompetent pilot and a useless helicopter. Anger rises to my core and I clench my fist as I glance around me in search of the jerk.

How hard was it to handle a plane? Or is he dead?

Just then my gaze landed on him as he calmly walked out from behind a big tree, his eyes fixated on his phone. Anger rushed through me and I stood up, making my way toward him, ignoring the dull pain in my head.

I caught his attention as the dried leaves crushed beneath my feet. The annoying jerk raised his signature eyebrow at me and I smirked. Oh you don't know what's coming at you

I raised my hand and it collided with his cheek. The impact pushed his head to the side. Oof! Now I feel a little bit much better even though my hand stings from the slap. I've been wishing to do that since I met him this morning

"What was that for?" he gritted, his eyes blazing with anger

I met his gaze, and in that moment, my anger softened. "For almost killing me," I muttered, unable to tear my eyes away from his captivating eyes.

He has discarded his sun shades blessing me with the view of his gorgeous orbs. They are brown with a mix of gold. A perfect pointed nose, sharp jaw, and full kissable pink lips

"What?" He demanded, snapping me out of my daze. His cheeks had reddened from the slap.

"You almost killed me, motherfucker," I yelled. "Who sent you? My stepmother or her daughter? Or is it one of my rivals? Who sent you?" I yelled to his face, while he just raised his eyebrow at me

"Looks like you have a whole lot of enemies"

"What?"

"I don't know what you're talking about. All I know is that I just saved us both. Shouldn't you be thanking me for that after you fainted"

That shut me up and I wince in embarrassment. Heat rose to my face. I can't believe I fainted at that moment. But then, it wasn't out of the ordinary. It's a normal reaction to fear. I should blame him for not checking the helicopter before flying it or rather, I should blame that stupid, cunning old man. I knew something was wrong

"It wasn't my fault you didn't bother checking the helicopter before flying it" I argued stubbornly

"That wasn't my duty, princess"

Well he's right but that doesn't mean I would accept he's not at fault even though I know he isn't

"What happened?" I asked

"Finally asking the right question" I threw him a glare which he ignored again, seeming unfazed "The helicopter crashed and we are in the middle of nowhere"

"Okay?" I know that much. "Have you called the airport and where is the chopper? Can you fix it?"

"I'm not an engineer. Not like it's repairable anyways" he said and I furrowed my eyebrow in confusion. What does he mean by it's not repairable? "And you rented the chopper, remember? So, I don't think the man has the money to keep a tab of his chopper's journey" he said, staring at something behind me

I followed his gaze, squinting and there it was, the chopper, in the middle of trees, head first into the ground

I gasp at the view. What the hell!

Panic started to rise in me and I clutched my dress in fear. Does that mean I almost died for real and we're stuck in this jungle? Oh my God. My phone! My phone!. I turned around searching for my purse but it wasn't there

"Looking for this?" He asked, my purse in his hand

I shot him a glare before snatching it away from him. With a shaky hand, I quickly unzip it and pull out my phone. I tap on the screen to check if it's okay. Maybe, just maybe we could get out of here if I get to reach my assistant

"It's probably useless too. There's no service here. Trust me I've checked", he said making my finger halt on the fingerprint button

Another wave of panic rushed to me and for the second time today, I felt faint once more. How the hell did I get myself into this mess? I should have stayed at home. I should have taken the family jet instead of renting a wrecked chopper

"It's getting late. We should find a shelter before night falls"

Why the hell is he so calm about it?

"Why are you so calm about this? We are stuck in a jungle with a ruined chopper and no escape route. And God knows whatever is lurking around here."

He didn't say anything but just stared into space. After what felt like forever, he finally stared at me

"What do you suggest I do then? It won't benefit us if we are both panicking"

I furrowed my brow, agreeing with him. He bent down to pick up our bags I hadn't noticed.

His eyes scanned me, "It would do you good to change your heels into something more comfortable"

He dropped my duffle at my feet and with that, he walked away leaving me to carry the bag by myself. I stared at my heels and then my manicured nails. Seriously?

"Umm, excuse you. I can't lift this by myself" I said, gesturing to my bag. I'm not used to lifting heavy things, not even a duffle, and especially not with my expensive new manicured nails

He eyed me from head to toe, "Leave it there then" he rudely retorted, turning around to leave, leaving me stunned

Seriously?