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"Where'd you get the money for business class?" I asked, looking around the fancy airplane. "Last time we flew budget."

Iskander shrugged. "That was to annoy you."

I glared at him. "Puta."

Iskander rolled his eyes. "I know what that means."

"I know. That was to annoy you."

He scoffed. "You're so unoriginal. Be you."

I stuck my middle finger up at him. "Fuck you."

"Stick it up your ass,"

I smirked. "I already have Carson's dick there."

"Want me to shut you up with mine?" He sneered.

I glared at him. "Shut up."

"Didn't think so." He responded. "Carson probably wants to stay a virgin until marriage, so don't spread lies about people."

"He has a daughter; he's not a virgin."

"Exactly my point. He's a stupid cunt."

I sighed. "Can you stop doing that? He's more of a man than you'll ever be."

"Yet, you chose me before him."

"My biggest mistake; You're the biggest mistake anyone could make."

Iskander's jaw tightened, but he didn't say anything as he should. He's being ridiculous; if he doesn't like me, he shouldn't be jealous or cause any problems.

After about ten hours of sleep, watching movies, and arguing, we were on our way to our second flight to Athens, which was another seven hours. Iskander was giving me his usual bitchy attitude, and I had no idea what time it was because my phone died and Iskander won't give me his charger; he also won't tell me the time.

God help me.

We got into the second plane and sat down before I sighed and glared at him, calling a flight attendant. She was a pretty brunette with beautiful green eyes, and it made me jealous of what Iskander thought of her, but I ignored it.

I have a boyfriend.

I have a boyfriend.

I have a boyfriend.

"Hello," I smiled. "Could you tell me the time?"

She smiled.

Oh my god, why is she so beautiful? It's not fair.

"Sure, it's about nine thirty am."

"Thank you," I said while glaring at Iskander.

"Anything else?" She asked.

"No–"

"Yes, actually." Iskander suddenly smiled flirtatiously, and of course, she blushed, obviously. "Your number,"

I could feel my nose flare up as I fisted my pants and pretended I wasn't paying attention.

She giggled. "I'm sorry, as tempted as I am, I can not associate with clients,"

Iskander smirked, looking up and down her body as she squirmed. "What a shame," he says slyly. "You're a beautiful woman."

She smiled. "Thank you." she was finally called somewhere, and she waved a little before leaving. I glared at him a little before looking out the window; the only thing he was good for was getting me good seats on an airplane.

"Renata," he tried to tap me, but I pulled away from him.

He didn't seem angry at all; he only chuckled. "Are you jealous?" He whispered, leaning close to me and pushing my hair back. 

"You're a dick, you're a–" I hiccuped when his hand cupped my pussy. I removed his hand before he could realize how much he was affecting me. "I'll call the police."

He only scoffed. "Ok, and?"

"Don't touch me ever again,"

Iskander smirked. "Ok, fine. I apologize for touching you without consent; I'll ask for consent next time."

"Fuck, your sorry." I rolled my eyes.

"I don't know how to fuck an apology."

I glared at him. "Stop playing games with me before I slap you."

"So scary."

I rolled my eyes and decided to ignore him.

༺♥༻

Iskander

I would do anything for Renata's attention; call me an attention-seeking whore.

I don't give a fuck anymore, I want her attention, and I want it now. I knew I fucked up; you don't have to tell me.

But what can I do now when I pushed her away? Now she has feelings for that dumb cuck. I'm wishing for a lot of bad things to happen in the relationship, maybe his dick is too small, or he cheats, or she loses feelings, or goddamn it, she can cheat with me.

I'm doing too much. I'm confusing her, I pushed her away, and now I want to pull her back. I knew what I had, but I thought if I pushed her away, it would make these things–these feelings for her go away, but it intensified.

Carson can go fuck himself.

Every time I see him holding her, making her laugh, kissing her, I get so pissed; why the fuck is he so touchy? I want him to die a slow death, but I'm sworn to kill people who deserve it. My mother made me promise on her life since Ivan and I were getting into the mafia, along with promising not to take advantage of the N-word just because my mom's black.

Ivan obviously had some trouble with that when it came to Adele, but I can keep my anger to myself.

Carson is innocent until proven guilty; I'm gonna keep a watchful eye on him. As soon as he fucks up, I'm on his ass.

Hour one:

Renata glares at me. "What the fuck is your problem? Stop kicking me."

I smirked. "I'm not."

Renata gapes at me. "Are you bored? Are you seriously that bored?"

No. I just want to talk.

"Yes, entertain me."

"Don't get killed, Iskander. Love life."

Hour two:

"Let me use your charger."

I scoffed. "No."

"What do you mean no? I've been asking for over ten hours to use your charger that you haven't once used."

"Ok, and? Be a responsible adult." I snickered.

"How about you be a tolerable adult and share your fucking charger."

"No." I chuckled as she punched my arm. "Ow, but it's still no."

"Fuck you."

Hour five:

"Iskander, I swear to god, if you keep pissing me off with these antics of yours, I'm throwing you off."

"Have fun trying to pick me up. I'm almost two hundred pounds bigger than you."

"Can you shut up?"

"Can you shut up?" I mimicked.

Renata's nose flares. "You can't be that bored that you're acting like a fucking child. Don't piss me off."

"I definitely didn't want to do that," I said sarcastically. She suddenly grabs my hair to bring my head closer. "What the fuck?"

"Stop playing with, puta, or I'll kill you before Adele gets her silly little hands on you."

"Should I call the police?"

She stuck her middle up at me.

Hour seven:

"Get the fuck up, Iskander," Renata says with a sneer. "I cannot be in a cooped-up space with you anymore. It's obvious you get bored to no return."

I chuckled, looking at her ass as she grabbed her suitcase from the luggage carousel. "What if I just decided to trip you?"

Renata glares at me. "Don't play with me, muchacho; it was hard enough not to tear you limb from limb during the whole ride. Dumb ass didn't want to give me his charger."

"Who doesn't pack a charger? I think we can agree you're a little dense."

"Yes, I am stupid; now get the hell up," Renata said exasperatedly.

I absolutely love it when she's looking at me, when her attention's on me, and when she's talking to me. God, she must be a damn witch–no, she would've killed me already.

Lmao Im so stupid