CHAPTER TWELVE

EVA’S POV

“I ask again, are you really worried about your sister, or are you worried about you Eva??” he asked as stared into my eyes.

“W…wh…what are you talking about??? Of course “I…It…m…my sister.” I said stuttering.

“Huh???”

“I mean I am worried about my sister.”

“But why does your mouth say one thing but your eyes say another??” he asked.

We gazed at each other for a while until someone cleared their throat, making me jump a little in shock.

“Here is your champagne Mr Anderson.” the female flight attendant said.

Clark walked back to his seat and took the champagne.

“Thank you.” he said.

“You are welcome sir….and don’t forget to let me know if you need anything.” she said, flashing her teeth.

I rolled my eyes for the second time and Clark chuckled.

“I will…thank you.” he said smiling.

“Are you usually this friendly to everything you see on skirts??” I asked.

“Hmmmm but you are putting on pants….so technically it’s not only skirts.” he said chuckling.

“Is it funny??”

“Of course it’s not….you asked a question and I answered you.”

“How long is the flight again???” I asked.

“Someone is eager to leave….well if you know you don’t want to be in the same space as your brother in law, you can just ask the flight attendant to open the door and then jump out.” he said smirking.

“I should jump out??” I asked.

“Yes of course but if that’s what you want.”

“You know Mr Clark Anderson, if you don’t like me you can just tell me and stop your pretense.” I said.

“Wait, is that what you think??? Just because I said you could just jump out of the plane?? Well, you could have just asked for a parachute.”

I was not in the mood for his jokes or his funny remarks and I also didn’t want to be in the same space with him because he was beginning to piss me off.

“Are you okay?? Because it looks like you are about to kill me.” he said laughing.

“Where is the bathroom please??” I asked as I gritted my teeth.

“Just go straight to that door and you will see two doors….it’s the one by your left.” he said.

I stood up and walked straight into the bathroom and slammed the door.

“Arggggghhhhhh!!!!!” I grunted out of frustration.

If I had a choice, I would have taken the parachute and jumped out of the plane.

Clark was getting on my last nerves and I wasn’t going to take it anymore.

I sprinkled water on my face but not enough to smudge my makeup.

“Coming on this trip was by far the craziest thing I have ever done.” I said to myself.

Suddenly the doorknob twisted and Clark walked in and locked the door from inside.

“What are you doing here???!!! This is a private space for goodness sake!!!” I yelled out.

He walked towards me and then stopped just a few inches away from my face.

“Do you hate me??” He asked.

“What sort of question is this?? Can't it wait till I come out???”

“No it can't.” He said in almost a whisper.

“Clark, please get out.” I said.

“Answer my question Eva, do you hate me??”

“I do not hate you Clark….now can you leave??” I asked in annoyance.

“Do you think I am good enough for your sister??” He asked.

I sighed deeply out of frustration.

“What are you doing, Clark??? Really, you need to answer my question….why did you invite me for this trip??” I asked.

“You really want to know??” He asked as he moved closer to me.

“Yes..I want to know.”

“I have feelings for you Eva.” He said.

I felt like my heart stopped beating for a few seconds and in that process, my breathing became shallow as I hung my mouth open.

After a few seconds of deadly silence, he suddenly burst into laughter.

“I was just messing with you sister in law….you should have seen your face in a mirror.”

The anger I felt inside of me increased and I knew that if I didn't walk out of the bathroom, I would be forced to do or say something really bad.

I was about to walk out when he held my hand and pushed me against the wall and held my hands.

“Clark, let me go.” I warned.

“No I am not….what are you going to do about it??”

“I won't repeat myself again Clark….let me go.”

“And I don't want to do that Eva.” He said.

“Let me fucking g…”

Before I could complete my words, he crashed his lips to mine.

At first I was shocked, and then I was confused and then I became weak to my knees.

“Clark was kissing me…Clark was kissing me.” I chanted inside my head.

After coming to the realization, I closed my eyes and kissed him back.

The kiss was slow and sensual and after a while, he used his tongue to open my mouth as our tongues fought for dominance.

I have kissed a lot of people in my life, but the way Clark kissed me was different from any other guy that has ever kissed me.

He held my waist and pushed me closer to himself as he groaned into the kiss.

I could feel his hardness in my warmth as I wrapped my hands around his neck caressing his hair.

He removed his lips from mine and attacked my neck with kisses.

I moaned out loud as he kissed, bit and sucked my neck while I held onto his shoulder for support.

He then moved back to kissing my lips as I kissed him back with the same intensity.

After what seemed like forever he slowly detached his lips from mine and stared into my eyes.

“Exactly as I thought.” He said.

“What do you mean by that??” I asked in confusion.

“Just the slightest opportunity you got, you jumped at your sister's soon to be husband Eva...what does that make you??” He asked, smirking.

To say I was shocked beyond words was an understatement because Clark just indirectly Called me a whore.

I did the next thing that came into my mind without thinking and that was raising my hand and slapping him so hard across the cheek.