Chapter 8 Pissing him off

Ginevra

I scooted away from him and sat on one of his luxury seats. The inside of the jet was much bigger than it had looked from the inside. The seats we sat on were very comfortable and soft. I have been on private jets many times, the ones my dad owned but this one is on a different level of luxury.

Even the air inside the jet smelled sweet, everything smelt brand new. Like it was recently bought, I admired the jet, looking at every detail while Leornado stared at me. A waitress walked up to us and handed us champagne, she stared at me in curiosity.

I gave her a fake smile and I heard Leornado's deep chuckle across me which weirdly made my heart flutter. I know this feeling all too well, it is a weak feeling that only got my ex the cheating bastard dead. I enjoyed every bit of torturing him, the way he yelled out in pain whenever I used a weapon on him, or when his eyes fluttered closed when I knocked him out. I had him in complete misery for days until he took his last breath.

I needed to get away from this man, I needed to wash away these feelings. I hate Leornado and that's just it!

"What would you like to have Mr and Mrs De Luca?" She asked.

My eyes widened at the name she referred me to and again the stupid feeling came back, my stomach twisted and I was only happy that he wasn't a real live character from Teen Wolf to hear my heartbeat. I hate this feeling...

"I'm not Mrs De Luca" I stated coldly trying to ignore the feeling in my heart. My voice made her shiver which gave me satisfaction and I smirked.

I kicked my boots off and rested my legs on the table, seeing how the jet looked like there wasn't any speck of dust, I'm guessing Leornado is a clean freak. I wanted to piss him off, maybe he would push me off the jet mid-air.

He raised one of his eyebrows at me and stared at my feet so I knew it was working. As well as the reaction on the waitress's face, she looked shocked and avoided eye contact with us. He cleared his throat and tried to stay calm.

"I want a slice of those delicious chocolate brownies," He said and tapped the table.

"I want a Mango and banana smoothie"

"We don't have any smoothies on the plane," She said calmly and stared at me through her big glasses.

She had such pretty ginger hair that fell to her shoulders, it seemed to have small curls that looked damaged by heat, glasses that didn't fit her, and filthy shoes that needed cleaning. I felt like Barbie, who wanted to promote fashion and make ladies embrace their beauty.

"What do you have?" I asked staring at her clothes.

"We have chocolate brownies, sandwiches, fried chicken, vanilla ice cream, chocolate chip cookies, and orange juice."She replied.

I smirked, I wanted to piss him off.

"I'll have six cookies, five sandwiches, ice cream, seven chicken, two chocolate brownies, and three glasses of orange juice."

I am indeed a big eater but not that big of an eater.

I smiled as she rapidly wrote everything down and left. I waited patiently for her to return as I stared at my nails, Soon I started scratching my hair.

"I probably have lice in there or something, haven't washed it in years," I said and watched his reaction. His eyes twitched and he covered his mouth.

The food came and that's when I brought out very bad habits. Leonardo is a very classy man who hates bad manners, It would have been better if we were at a restaurant but I wanted to test how far he could go without breaking.

I was more than happy when his attention stayed on me as I disturbingly devoured the food. I placed one of my legs near the plates of food and ate messily ensuring that my entire face got dirty while acting like a pig. I even started eating with my toes and ensured to compliment the food, whenever I took a bite.

Next, I grabbed the remaining chicken with my messy hands and waved it in front of his face.

"Do you want some?" I asked and used my other hand to lick my fingers.

He moved back.

"Ginevra if you don't move this disgusting thing in my fa–

I wiped the oily chicken coated in barbeque sauce all over his clothes. That's when he snapped, his tongue poked the inner walls of his cheek.

He grabbed my glass of orange juice and dashed it all over my clothes.

My jaw dropped. Did Mister Classy Leorando suddenly turn a new leaf? If he wants to fight then so be it. I grabbed his brownie and wiped it on his face.

Soon it turned to us wrestling each other and yelling at each other. Another man from the plane whom I didn't observe was there, came and set us apart. We got off at the American airport with dirty clothes and face filled with food. Luckily Leorando called the airport in advance so that it could look like a deserted island.

We were greeted by a young girl that I recognized at the Gynecologist office. She started laughing when she saw the way we looked.

"What happened?"

He pointed his finger at me and I rolled my eyes.

"My name is Elena and I'm Leorando's younger sister"

"My name is Ginevra" I replied and shook her hand.

We got into a white BMW car and drove off. I have been meaning to visit America just didn't expect it to be with Leornado. The city looked as big as back home.

I suddenly remembered that Amelia lived here, which meant we could go hang out like we normally did.

"Leonardo talks about you a lot"