CHAPTER 4

SAMARAH’S POV

“Switch with me. I want that seat.”

“Shut up.” He just pulled his sleeping mask over his eyes.

I threw myself into the seat, completely throwing a tantrum. 

“I just wanted to sit by the window. So stingy.” I pouted. 

I mean, it would’ve been fine, but he actually closed the window shutter! I grabbed his arm again and shook it. In fairnes... his biceps were rock hard! 

“Come on, please!”

“What is your problem?!”

I jumped when he suddenly snapped at me. A few people looked our way, so I quickly corrected my posture and looked down.

“S-sorry. It’s just... my first time flying,” I muttered, practically in a whisper. I kept my head down, nervously playing with my fingers. It was so embarrassing. He didn't have to yell at me like that.

“If we switch, will you finally shut up?”

A huge grin broke across my face and I nodded frantically.

“Wow, this is beautiful!” I immediately pushed the window shutter up and started snapping dozens of photos.

“I thought you said you’d shut up?!” 

He was irritated again. His parents must have been fighting when they conceived him, a total case of makeup sex gone wrong.

I shoved my phone into his hand. “Take a picture of me.”

“With you looking like that?” he asked, grimacing.

“What’s wrong with the way I look?” He rolled his eyes, reached under his seat, and pulled out a small bag.

“Ugh, it's like you don't even know how to be a girl. Come here.” 

I just complied, even though I was totally confused. I didn't want him snapping at me again he definitely inherited that dragon personality from his mom.

The moment he opened the bag, a whole collection of makeup stared back at me. Everything was so beautifully arranged. God, this gay prince is such an OCD neat freak!

“Wow, you have so much stuff!”

“Close your eyes.” 

I did what he said, and I felt the soft bristles of a brush sweeping across my eyelids. He did a bunch of other things, but the moment he moved to my lips, something weird happened. It felt like my internal organs were doing flips!

I found myself staring at him while he held my chin, gently applying lipstick. I literally forgot how to breathe. Since when did this guy become this attractive?

“Are you sure you’re still gay?” 

The question slipped out of my mouth before I could stop it.

He immediately tapped my forehead with the makeup brush, violently snapping me back to reality. “Ouch!”

He glared daggers at me. “I’ll take your photo now!”

“Grump!” I muttered. 

I quickly posed and didn't complain anymore. I didn't want my pet Gay Dragon throwing another fit.

In fairness to him, his shots were amazing. I actually ended up really enjoying the flight. But I was even more blown away when we arrived at his grandma’s rest house here in Ontario. It was a stunning red cedar log cabin that absolutely took my breath away. And the interior was a total "wow" factor. There was a plush red couch right in the middle of the living room flanked by two single armchairs. Behind them was a massive stone fireplace, another thing I was seeing in person for the very first time. I immediately ran over to it and peeked inside. It was gorgeous! So simple yet incredibly elegant.

“Finally! You're here!”

“Grandma?!”

His grandma suddenly stepped out from one of the rooms.

“I’ve been waiting forever, what took you so long?” 

She walked over, gave me a cheek kiss, and I immediately wrapped my arms around her.

“What are you doing here? I told you, you should be resting!” Rowan was already starting to lecture her.

“Rowan, do you really want me to spend my final days on this earth just lying in bed?” 

D*mn, Grandma’s got flair! Look at her talking all dramatic.

He let out a heavy sigh and ran a hand through his hair. Honestly, he looked like he was auditioning for an anti-dandruff shampoo commercial! 

“I’m just worried about you, Grandma.”

“Rowan, I just want to spend more time with you. Aren’t you happy I’m here?”

I quickly rushed to Grandma’s side and clung to her arm. I rested my cheek against her shoulder, turning on the charm. 

“Exactly, Rowan! It’s great that Grandma is here. I missed you so much, Grandma.”

“I missed you too, dear! Now, go change your clothes later, okay? We’re going swimming in the lake!” 

Grandma and I literally clapped our hands in unison.

“Really?!”

“Yes! Come, let me show you the lake.” 

We left Rowan standing there with his hands on his hips, rubbing his temples in utter defeat. Hahaha! He was completely powerless against his grandma.

The lake right behind their cabin was absolutely breathtaking. There was a beautiful wooden deck overlooking the water, making it the ultimate hangout spot.

“Can we go swimming now, Grandma?”

“Aren’t you tired from the trip, dear?”

“Not at all! I’m way too excited!” 

I gave her a massive, beaming smile. She ordered Rowan and me to go change in one of the bedrooms. When we came out in our swimwear, the old lady was absolutely thrilled.

The title "D.S.B." fits Grandma perfectly. Dying Spoiled Brat. Or better yet, "one cough away from heaven." 

She always breaks into a coughing fit whenever she wants to manipulate a situation.

“Before you two go swimming, could you fetch my cashmere scarf from the room next to yours? My lungs can’t handle the cold out here anymore.”

“I’ll get it, just wait for me here.” Rowan was about to head out first when his grandma interjected.

“No, go together. Both of you. Hurry up.” 

I found it a bit weird, but since Rowan was already walking ahead, I just followed him inside.

“Huh? There’s literally nothing in here.” Rowan walked into the room’s bathroom to check. 

Just as I turned around to head back out and ask Grandma, the heavy bedroom door suddenly slammed shut and the lock clicked. 

Click!

“Oh my gosh! Rowan!”

“What?”

“We’re locked in! She locked the door from outside!”