The Rejected Brides Holiday Romance

Chapter Eight – Don’t believe everything you read.

Chapter Eight – Don’t believe everything you read.

Kris sat in a secluded corner of the first-class priority lounge waiting to board his flight. His black cap peak was still low on his forehead to cover his face in a bid to hide himself from the world. Thankfully it had worked, so far, but as his security detail were meeting him at Houston to escort him to the connecting flight, he had no doubt in his mind that a sea of mobile phones, snapping pictures would soon arrive, along with the flashes of the paparazzi that hung out in airports waiting for the rich and famous to arrive. He sipped his coffee as he watched the world go by, enjoying his remaining hours of anonymity whilst they lasted. Once he boarded the plane, he had no doubt that his presence would be made known throughout the cabin, and he would be asked for autographs even by the businesspeople who sat in the first-class seats. As he looked around him, he saw a young woman arrive, at the door to the priority lounge. She seemed unsure what to do, and a small smirk teetered on his lips. She fumbled with her ticket, dropping it on the floor, before bending over to pick it up and nearly knocking out the steward as he bent down to retrieve it at the same time.

“Am I in the right place?” Her voice asked in an English accent that he recognised as 'Geordie', it was warm and inviting, just like the wide smile on her plump pink lips.

“Yes, madam.” The steward said with a curt nod of his head.

Kris grinned, she was like a fish out of water, all be it, an extremely beautiful fish. He could not help but appreciate her slim, yet curvy body, in her black leggings that showcased her long shapely legs to perfection. The bright blue, short sleave knitted top she wore hung loosely off one shoulder, the outline of her full breasts peaking through the fabric. Kris felt a small stirring in his loins as he gazed at this girl, with not a scrap of make-up on, but who looked more beautiful than any of the painted models, actresses and pop stars he knew. The natural blonde ponytail she had swung as she moved her bag up on her shoulder, and he visualised wrapping it around his hand to tug her head back whilst he peppered her neck with soft kisses.

“Sorry, I am not used to this, I got an upgrade.” The girl smiled, her eyes twinkling.

“Yes Madam.” The steward nodded at her.

Kris watched, transfixed, as she made her way to the bar and ordered a black coffee, explaining to the barman that she didn’t like flying and had too much 'Dutch courage' for her first flight, with a soft giggle that hit him straight between the legs.

Kris suppressed a chuckle as he watched her, she was like a breath of fresh air, in the lounge filled with stuffy businesspeople. He felt his loins lengthen in his black denims. This was not something he expected, or welcomed really, given the predicament he had found himself in, but try as he might, he could not peal his eyes away from the natural beauty before him.

With her coffee in one hand and a croissant in the other, the girl made her way to the row in front of him off to the far side, obviously concentrating hard not to spill her drink or tip her food as she slightly swayed to her seat.

Kris took a sharp intake of breath, hot damn she was not just beautiful, she was out of this world stunning. Her blue eyes, as dark as sapphires, sparkled, and he was not sure if that was a natural sparkle or if it were alcohol induced from her self-proclaimed Dutch courage. Which ever it was, it looked good on her. He felt like someone had sucker punched him, taking all of his breath away as she turned to the side to place her coffee on the small side table showing him her full profile. She was the most gorgeous woman he had ever seen, bar none.

Kris continued to watch her, transfixed by this beauty, who seemed like your normal type of girl, yet was anything but. The sapphire eyes that sparkled held a degree of sadness in them, and the need to know what troubles she had, that had brought the degree of sadness, began to consume him. He continued to watch as she bent forward, picking up a newspaper from her hand luggage. His heart stopped as he saw the headline.

Kristofer Gilbert, the Hollywood Heartthrob, cheated on the stunning Presley Wade, according to the Serenity singers Twitter account.

Kris let out a groan, of course, that psychopath would claim he had done something he hadn’t. Kris knew he was a lot of things, but a cheater was not one of them. He let out an internal groan as he wondered what this woman who had held him captive in the few moments he had watched her would make of the story. It didn’t take him long to find out.

“s**t, what a bastard. Guess that is another cheating arsehole I have to remove from my wank bank.” She muttered out loud. Then, with the realisation that she had vocalised her inner monologue, she threw her hand to her mouth and quickly looked around her to see if anyone had noticed.

Kris supressed a chuckle at her reaction, but the thought of this beauty pleasuring herself with thoughts of him, made his semi-difficult situation harder, much harder, like, ram rod hard. He shuffled in his seat to readjust himself, and continued to watch her from under his peaked cap.

The thought of her believing the trash they had printed about him, did not sit well with him. Although he could not fathom why he cared, after all she was a stranger, but something about her called to him on a deep level. He shook his head slightly to rid himself of such thoughts. Maybe he had been reading his script too much. After all, this surfer film was a Romcom, and the unbelievable, mushy crap was probably affecting his brain.

Yet try as he might, he could not tear his gaze away from her, as he watched her bite into the croissant and let out a soft moan, which hit him once more, straight in the groin, making him shift in his seat yet again. Especially as a piece of the flaky pastry sat on the side of her delicious lips, and she was attempting to capture it with her tongue, just adding fuel to the fire that was beginning to burn in his veins, as he fought with himself about wanting, no, not wanting, needing to get to know her.

He glanced at his watch, the call for him to board the plane was due, and so he watched her for a few moments more, before he left, and she disappeared out of his life, a brief encounter, and a woman, he knew deep inside of him, he would never forget. The steward approached him with a gentle nod.

“Sir, your flight is boarding.” He politely told him before turning towards the beautiful woman, telling her the same.

Kris stood motionless for a second, looking at the screens, to see if any other flight was boarding at the same time as his, but none were flashing, only the Houston flight, and he found himself ambling behind the woman who had captured his imagination like no other before her. He admired the sway of her perfect ass, as she moved towards the first-class priority seating gate. This was the place where he would no doubt be discovered, so he pulled his cap lower on his head, hunching his shoulders to remain as inconspicuous as possible, whilst still following this perfect woman, who was blissfully unaware of the havoc she was causing in his mind and his body. Taking a step backwards, to allow her to approach the gate before him, he watched as she smiled and walked towards the flight. Her body stiffened slightly as she slowed her steps, clearly anxious about boarding the plane, and putting it off for as long as possible. He smirked slightly, wondering if she regretted the hot coffee that had taken away some of her liquid courage she had spoken about. He passed his boarding pass to the air steward, and gave him a pleading look, hoping he did not say his name aloud. Reading his features and nodding his head in understanding, the first-class Steward simply said.

“Enjoy your flight sir.” As Kris walked down the tunnel that led to the front portion of the aircraft.

He glanced at his boarding pass to see he was in seat B, row three, in the Aisle just as he liked it. He continued to watch as the beautiful woman looked at her boarding pass, and up at the seats, then blinking her sapphire eyes as she took in her surroundings, sat in seat A, row three.

Kris felt his stomach lunge. What were the odds? A million to one, if he believed in all that new age s**t, he would say that the universe was sending him a message, but the only thing the universe had done for him lately was bite him on his butt, and so he dismissed the thought of fate, stars, or divine intervention as fantasy. However, he had an opportunity to now do what he had been daydreaming of doing for the past hour in the lounge, and that was getting to know the mysterious woman.

Sienna settled in her seat, her fear of flying beginning to take hold of her, although if she had to be stuck thousands of feet in the air in a tin can, there were a lot worse places to sit. First Class was amazing. She picked up her Metro newspaper and continued to read. It was such a shame that Kristofer Gilbert, or Officer Abel as she knew him, was a lying cheating scum bag. She had his poster on her wall as a 16-year-old girl, until that other lying cheating scum bag ripped it off in a fit of jealousy. She had often fantasised about Officer Abel arresting her with his handcuffs, and those thoughts, along with Harry Styles, had got her through some long, lonely nights as a teenager. If she was truthful, Officer Abel had been her fantasy of choice even when she was with Kev. She sighed out in disappointment, why do men have to be such bastards? She said to herself as she re-read the article that quoted his now ex-girlfriend Presley Wade. I mean who in their right mind would cheat on her, she was stunning. Sienna thought.

“Don’t believe everything you read.” A deep baritone voice said to her.

A shiver went through her body, instantly causing her body to hum. Sienna had no clue why, as she turned to see who had spoken with her. Blinking in disbelief, Sienna gasped as she looked between the picture in the paper, and the man who was her new neighbour for the next ten and a half hours, her mouth open in a perfect O, and holy heavens above, he was even more gorgeous in real life than he was on film.