Chapter 3: To the “Green” Apple

•still 5 years old•

——*Kennedi’s POV*——

 

I was so excited to be going to the green apple with Elias. Florence is always right, so I guess I shouldn’t have been that shocked. I went upstairs to pack my dresses and all the trendiest things. I asked Florence how’s the weather in New York & she said it would be sort of cold, so I grabbed jeans just in case. I got my suitcase and grabbed all my essentials. I went back down stairs to Elias.

“I’m ready.”

“Good. Give me this and let’s go.” He said while reaching for my suitcase.

He said, “Florence, we’re leaving now. See you when we come back.”

“Of course, Mr. E. Enjoy your trip,” she replied. She then waved bye to us.

We walked out and Elias’ chauffeur was there to drive us to his strip.

“To the strip, Rick,” Elias told him.

He followed the command, “You got it, sir.”

He tipped his hat at me while I was getting in and asked, “How are you, miss?”

I replied, “I’m good, sir. How are you?”

He answered, “I’m good. Thank you for asking.” He then closed the door.

“Good manners, Ken. It needs to stay that way the whole trip,” Elias said to me while picking up his newspaper.

 

I agreed, “Okay.” I grabbed my gameboard from my pocket and started to play with it, but I ultimately got bored. I was curious to know about this Apple city. So I asked Elias a few questions. 

I looked up at him to ask, “Elias, what can we do in the Green Apple?”

“It’s the ‘Big Apple’, not green apple and we can do anything you want, Kennedi,” he replied to me while flipping the newspaper page.

I was shocked because we never did anything I wanted.

I asked, “Really?”

“Yes but I have business to attend to while we’re there,” he said while reading.

“Ok.” I twitched my thumbs. I guess he could sense my curiosity. There was just something that really bothered me.

He asked, “Is there something else you want to ask me?”

“Why don’t you ever tend to my wounds? It’s always Florence. Do you think it’s nasty?” I mumbled that last part.

“No, nothing of the sort.” He put down his newspaper and took my hands, “It’s because I don’t like to see you hurt. You wouldn’t like to see me hurt, would you?” His sea blue eyes looked into mine while I struggled to finally answer.

I answered, “Goodness gracious. No!” I shook my head vigorously.

He chuckled, “alright that’s the same way I feel.” He let my hands go. 

 

I was sad he let them go. It felt nice. His hands were so soft to me even though I know he fights his fair share.

I yawned, “I’m sleepy.” I laid my head underneath Elias’s shoulder and wrapped my hand around his chiseled body.

He added, “Sleep tight.” 

 

He grabbed my pillow from the back and adjusted it for me. I was out within seconds.

————*Elias’s POV*————

 

She was snoring like a newborn baby. I can’t believe she actually wanted to go to New York City with me. I laughed at the fact that she called it the “green apple.” That’s so cute. 

 

She agreed on behaving but I think she’ll get bored sitting in the penthouse. I had to come up with something fun for us to do. I got my notebook out and took a pen out of the inside of my suit. I started to make calls around the city to perfectly plan something good for Kennedi. I’d love to see her smile. 

 

It only seemed like minutes, but it had actually been hours. We arrived at the private jet, and we boarded. I thanked Rick, and I picked up Kennedi and carried her onto the jet. I noticed that she was picking up a few pounds because she was getting heavy.

 

After we boarded, I got lost deep in thought. My mind travelled back to the scene in the car. 

 

I need to show that I care about her a little more since she asked me about why I don’t tend to her wounds. I never knew it hurt her feelings. I have to do better. 

 

She woke up a few minutes after we boarded the jet but she was extremely quiet.

“What’s wrong Kennedi?”

“Nothing,” she paused to ask, “Why?”

I said, “Because you aren’t talking and that isn’t like you.”

“Oh.” That’s the only thing she said. I could tell she was coming up with something more believable. She finally spoke again. 

“I don’t want to talk your ear off. I want you to be well rested for your meetings so I can enjoy the city with you,” she said.

That made my heart skip a beat, “alright.” 

 

I thought that was her true intention but apparently not. She had something up her sleeve.

She also said, “I also want you to be well rested for your date.”

 

Oh, she faked like she was asleep when I was on the phone. I just have missed it because she was actually snoring and her heartbeat was calm. Was she listening in her sleep?

“That isn’t very nice. You should respect peoples’ privacy,” I said. 

She looked directly at me and said, “I did respect it. I’m still respecting it.”

“No you’re not.” I raised my voice a little.

“Maybe I should have stayed home with Florence.” She mumbled it, but it was loud enough to hear— even with wolf ears.

 

I was starting to get angry. “Yes, maybe you should have.”

 

I saw her eyes water but she wouldn’t let any tears fall. I felt guilty now. I was about to apologize, but she went to the back of the jet inside one of the rooms and closed the door behind her. I heard her lock it. I got up and walked to the back. I knocked on the door numerous times. I didn’t really mean it.