“It’s not a ball like you’re thinking of.” He grinned as he stared at me. “It’s something quite different.”
“What do you mean?” I looked out the window as the plane started taxing.
“Be patient.” He grinned and then pulled the remote from his pocket. “Want to have some fun?”
“No.” I glared at him. “You’re not going to turn that on now. If you do, I will not get off of the plane when we land.”
“Aww, you’re no fun.” He laughed and watched as I shifted in my seat. “Don’t forget to put your seatbelt on.” He leaned over and grabbed the end of the buckle and pulled it around my waist and locked it. He stared into my eyes for a few seconds before pulling back. “There we go.”
“I could have done it.”
“I know.” He nodded. “But I wanted to do it.”
“That’s because you like to be in charge of everything.” I rolled my eyes at him.
“Am I in charge of you?”
“You wish you were.”
“Wrong.” He grinned and pushed a button on the remote. I felt the vibrator moving slowly against me and I grabbed his arm and squeezed it tight.
“Xavier.” I growled at him and closed my eyes. “Please turn it off.”
“I will if you admit that I’m the boss of you tonight.”
“You’re not.” I called out and immediately regretted my comment as I felt the vibrator rubbing against me slightly faster. I opened my eyes and tried to grab the remote out of his hand. “Xavier.”
“Pardon me?” He sat back smugly and held the vibrator up high. “What did you want to say?”
“Xavier.”
“Yes, Lola.” His fingers were about to push another switch.
“Okay, okay, you win. You’re the boss of me tonight.”
“Good.” He grinned and turned it off. “Just remember that I will only turn on the vibrator tonight if I want to capture your attention.”
“We’ll be together won’t we?”
“Yes.” He nodded. “But not all night. There are certain protocols at these events that we have to follow.”
“What event is this?” I asked him again, feeling like I was being kept in the dark about something important.
“You’ll see soon enough.”
“I want to know now.” I pouted and he shook his head.
“Patience my dear Lola. Patience.”
“Whatever.” I sighed, feeling petulant like a little kid. I watched as an air hostess brought us two glasses of wine.
“Would you like anything to eat, your Highness?”
“No, thank you Ingrid.” He took both glasses of wine and handed one to me. “Don’t drink it too quickly Lola, I don’t want you getting drunk.”
“Then you shouldn’t have given me a glass of wine.” I took a large gulp. “You can’t tell me how quickly I can or can’t drink it.”
“Lola.” He frowned at me. “Don’t be impertinent.”
“Don’t be impertinent.” I muttered, feeling daring. I was annoyed that I had no idea where we were going. And I felt slightly intimidated to be going to a ball with a Prince, when it seemed like no one was really fond of me. His parents friends hadn’t spoke to me, Tarquin and Sebastian’s friends hadn’t been super nice and I couldn’t imagine that Xavier’s friends were going to be much nicer or care anymore.
“Are you okay, Lola?” He turned towards me. “You look stressed.”
“I just wish I knew exactly where I was going.” I sighed. “I want to know what to expect.”
“Lola, you need to relax. The not knowing is part of the fun.”
“It’s not fun for me. I want to know what’s going on.”
“We’re going to a party. We’re going to hang out. We’re going to have some fun. You’re going to meet some of my friends. It’s just going to be a fun night.”
“So we’re flying on a private jet to another country just for a “fun” night.”
“It’s going to be the most “fun” night you’ve ever had.” He grinned. “You’ll see.”
“I sure hope so.” I took another sip of wine and sat back. “Fine, I’m going to try and relax and see what happens.”
“Good.” He sipped some of his wine and then he ran his fingers along the rim of the glass.
“So there is something we need to talk about.”
“Oh?”
“We need to decide our names.”
“Our names?” I cocked my head. “I’m Lola and you’re Xavier, unless you’ve been lying to me.”
“No, we need club names.” His eyes bore into mine. “We don’t go by our real names once we enter the party.”
“Oh fancy.”
“We’ll also have to wear masks.”
“Masks?”
“Yes, I have one for you.” He smiled and called Ingrid over with his fingers. She seemed to know exactly what he was calling her for because she brought a small black bag in her hands and handed it to him. He opened it and handed me a small gold mask to cover my eyes.
“This is like Phantom of the Opera or something?”
“Or something.” He grinned. “More like Eyes Wide Shut.”
“Eyes Wide Shut? What’s that?”
“It was a movie.” He smiled. “But it’s not important. Let’s think of names.”
“Uhm, you should call yourself Alpha because you think you’re number one.”
“I like that.” He grinned. “I shall be Alpha and you shall be Omega.”
“The end.” I frowned. “Why are you the beginning and me the end?”
He grabbed my hand then and stared into my eyes. “I am the first and you are the last and we are together. You must remember that Lola. No one else can come in-between us. At the club, you are mine.”
“And you’re mine?”
“I’m no ones.” He shook his head, his eyes dark.
“How is that fair?”
“Life’s not fair, but it is what it is.”
“Whatever.” I looked out of the window at the orange night sky and all I could think about was Anna and how I wished she was here with me. I needed someone to talk to that wasn’t Xavier. Tarquin was someone who I liked, but I knew I couldn’t tell him the things I wanted to talk about.