36 || Private Jet

*Two days Later*

~Ophelia's POV~

We stood at the airport with our luggage close to us. I wonder why Demetrius is not letting us use his private jet rather we are using a commercial aeroplane. The plane was taking off in a few minutes and Demetrius was busy typing away on his phone.

I tapped my foot continuously on the floor and he faced me with an arched eyebrow.

"What is wrong?" He asked.

"When are we going to the plane?" I asked and he looked at me like I had grown two heads.

"My private jet is to arrive, dummy." He replied and looked back at his phone. Oh, we are even using his private jet. That is nice.

I don't think I can stand being in the aeroplane.

His phone rang and he picked it.

"Is it ready?" He asked and then he nodded his head.

"Let us move." He said and I dragged our luggage along with me.

We got to his white private jet and got in. We took a seat respectively and I looked outside. I used my seat belt...

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As we got down from the jet, a black limousine was already awai