JONATHAN'S POV
I sat up and stretched my back from the hours of bending while working on my laptop. We were currently in the air, on the way to Greece, and I glanced at my wife's sleeping profile. I would have to be ignorant not to have noticed my wife's fury. I removed the Kindle she had been reading and turned it off and removed her glasses from her face, taking care not to wake her up, and pressed the button for a flight attendant. Even though we were on my private jet, there were still flight attendants available, but they disappeared when I needed privacy and came to attend to me when I needed them.
A young flight attendant, I'd seen her the last time I'd boarded the jet, moved closer to me.
"Get me a pillow and a blanket." I whispered, and she nodded and went to get it. I had an inkling of what had made my wife furious, and to be sincere, I had enjoyed the look of fury that had flashed in her eyes when she had realized she would have to sit beside me for the duration of the flight after the flight team had congratulated us on our marriage.
The girl came back with what I had asked for, and I gently positioned my wife, extending the seat so she would be more comfortable. There was actually a room she could sleep, but I didn't think she would appreciate me either carrying her there or waking her up to go there, which was why I'd had to settle for making her comfortable where she had fallen asleep.
The same girl came back and gave me a cup of coffee, and I nodded my thanks. It wasn't her first time flying with me, and I was sure she would have gotten acclimated to my likes and dislikes from the other attendants that had worked with me before. She nodded and disappeared again, and I concentrated back on my work. It wasn't a real wedding, neither would it be a real honeymoon, so there was no reason for me to change my routine, especially with the acquisition of a company I'd always wanted so close to us brought faster by the fact that I had gotten married and I couldn't afford for anything to distract me.
DANIELLE'S POV
I opened my eyes and rubbed my eye, panicking when I realized my glasses were no longer on my face and sat up abruptly, absently wondering why I was on my back when I'd fallen asleep seated. Have we arrived? Had Jonathan carried me out?
My glasses were handed to me and I took it and put it on, finally seeing the world in a clearer light and I looked round me, seeing we were still in the plane. I turned to my husband who was still in the same position I'd left him, nothing out of place and still in the suit he had put on. Was he a vampire?
He looked up, as if feeling my glare. Not that I'd meant to glare at him and offered me a cup. I took a sip of it, and my eyes widened when I realized it was coffee. I smiled in thanks.
"Did you sleep well? We'll be landing in the next thirty minutes."
I nodded. That meant I'd slept for more than nine hours. I couldn't blame myself, I'd been both physically and mentally exhausted, and the nightmares I'd been having as the wedding approached hadn't helped. "Yes. I did. Why are we going on a honeymoon?" I couldn't help but ask. In all our plannings for our wedding and married life, the mention of honeymoon had never come up, not like I'd wanted it to. There was nothing a honeymoon was going to get us apart from a few days off work. I narrowed my eyes, at the rate the man was going, his work wasn't even going to miss him. He was still bent over his laptop, typing whatever.
He raised his head. "Because we're married and since we've professed to be in love, we ought to go on a honeymoon to make it seem more real to people." He replied logically.
I could see the sense in that. "How long have you planned this? The honeymoon." I wanted to ask why he was just telling me about it, but I didn't. Maybe he had meant it as a surprise for me, I grimaced at my thought.
He shrugged and went back to his typing. "I didn't. It suddenly occurred to me as my parents were leaving, so I booked the place." He paused and studied me. "You will love it there, and we won't spend that long. We'll be back in three days."
I nodded and opened my kindle to where I'd left it. The difference in class was glaring. From when his parents left to when he told me about the flight was less than an hour, and he had been able to get a private jet, a ticket to Greece for both of us and accommodations, I was sure. Would I ever get to that point in my life, and would I even want to?
I dropped my Kindle. "Can I take a look around?"
He paused in his typing again. "Of course, but we're landing in the next…" He looked at his wristwatch, "... twenty-five minutes, so you'll need to hurry up."
I nodded and started walking towards a door that looked like a room, appreciating the beauty of the oval windows that lined the jet. Since I'd entered the jet annoyed, I hadn't even bothered to look around, but now I was going to make up for it. I wasn't going to be married forever and get to enjoy these perks indefinitely, so I'd better experience it as much as possible now.
Starting from the leather chair I'd stood up from, a picture of the jet should be in the dictionary for elegance. The aisle I was currently walking through was coated with a soft carpet that made me want to remove the shoes I was wearing, but I was more classy than that, I think. After the section we were in, there was another section after with similar structure but had two more chairs than the first that had six chairs. I left the second section and went back to the first, opening the door that had called me, which opened to a cozy bedroom. I shook my head as I thought of what I'd missed by not sleeping here. Sure, the chair had been comfortable since it was reclining, but this room was the very epitome of comfort, in my book. It looked even more comfortable than the one that was in Jonathan's home. It felt so weird calling it mine.
I opened the en-suite bathroom and nodded in satisfaction. I could live in the room. The bathroom also had a wooden vanity that had been painted in beige, which made the whole place look so soft. It also had a glasses in shower, but there was no bathtub. Who needed a bathtub in a jet anyway?
The announcement that we will be landing soon came on, and I closed the bathroom and the room, waving it bye and went to go back to sit down, tightening my belt and following all the instructions that were being announced. When we were flying back, if we took this jet again, I was going to make sure I slept in that room.
I glanced at my husband, who was packing his work things, finally. "Do people know you in Greece as well?"
I'd finally searched up on my husband and realized in the glasses' industry, his company was one of the leading ones, a feat for a company that was less than ten years, which made him well-known both home and abroad. I'd been surprised to see the number of articles he had been featured in. When I compared myself at my age of twenty-three and what he had been able to achieve, without much of his parents' influence, at twenty-four, I felt so sorry and angry at myself which was why I wasn't going to think about that now.
He shook his head, which made me happy, but that joy was dissolved with his words. "I won't call myself famous, but I've been here for business a lot, which makes me a known face among some people. Why did you ask?"
I sighed. "I wanted to know if we'll have to keep up the act here or be able to act normal, but I guess that's off the table." I whispered, since I didn't know the extent to which the walls in the jet could hear.
"It will be the same at home. We will have to be careful when we're outside, and we can be freer when we're by ourselves." He also responded in a whisper, then rose his voice. "I received an invitation while you were sleeping."
My eyes widened. Was this the beginning of attending the parties he'd specifically mentioned in the contract? "What kind of invite?"
He opened his phone. "Our wedding has already made the rounds and people want to congratulate me. This one is an elite party here in Greece. It will be holding the day after tomorrow."
I swallowed. "But I'm not prepared for any party."
He glanced at me. "For every party you go to, I'm going to take care of your dress and everything so you don't have to worry about anything. All you just need to do is go to the shops I recommend, get ready, and I'll pick you up, and then you will play your part."
I nodded. Those words had also been in the contract but coming out from his mouth, it sounded much colder. If I didn't have my own intention, I would have been the perfect doll. Play my part with the elites and schmooze with them to make sure nobody catches any hint of suspicion. He had explained the first day we'd met that him being married was going to make him more eligible for so many more benefits, and that was why I needed to play my parts well. I wondered how I would have felt if sleeping together had also been part of my part to play, probably like a paid whore. I was glad I didn't have to worry about that.
The jet started dipping after another announcement about our landing, and I held my breath, just realizing something important. I was supposed to schmooze with the elites and make myself known, but how was I supposed to do that? I didn't speak a word of Greek. Did people speak English here?