Chapter 23: Chapter 23

These women continue to giggle with Claire's story, as I stand frozen from what I've recently heard. I could imagine myself already sewing Claire's loud filthy mouth with my grandmother's needle. I feel furious that I couldn't stop myself from reacting even Dmitri and I don't have any labels, "What did you just say?"

Claire jumps out as she sees me just behind the curtain, she stutters, "M-ms. Anderson, I didn't know you are still here."

"Well, I can clearly see that since you've been bragging about how you got fucked by Dmitri," my words struck her straight to her heart. She flustered.

"B-but, he's the one who-", she tries to explain herself while the other girl is just staring at me.

"Who wanted it? And you think you can just open your vagina to anyone who asks for your aide, what are you, a whore?", my voice rings inside the private jet like a scandalous wife preying over the mistress. The other staff looks over to check what's happening. Claire's eyes are about to cry when someone came to the rescue,

"Ms. Anderson, can we be more civil here?"

"And fucking Dmitri, while I was asleep, is civil, isn't it?" I raise my eyebrow at the lady who came to her aide.

"We are deeply sorry. We will make sure that she receives the proper disciplinary action for making out with Mr.Sullivan on her duty. Meanwhile, you can file a legal complaint to our airlines, or to Mr. Sullivan himself, being the owner of this airline," the other one, as a manager reassures me with a bit of sarcasm and orders her to apologize to me.

Claire is in tears, "Ms. Anderson, I didn't mean to make out with your boyfriend. Please just let it go, I won't do it again. I really need this job." Her apology actually slaps me the reality that I don't have the right to get mad or even comment since I am not Dmitri's girlfriend. I twitch my eyes and bite my lips in secrecy, "What the fuck am I doing? Are you out of your mind, Ava?", I wanted to slap myself inwardly.

But I won't let disgrace pours over me so I hold still and lift my head, "Nevermind. I don't play like that."

As I turn around, I surprisingly see Dmitri on the door with his brows furrowed and arms crossed, "What is taking Ms. Anderson so long?", he impatiently asks the other cabin crew not knowing I am on my way out.

"My bad. Let's go," I coldly tell him trying to escape the awkward situation. All of a sudden, Claire opens her goddamn mouth that puts me on the pedestal of embarrassment.

"I am so sorry, Mr. Sullivan, Ms. Anderson. It won't happen again. I am sorry for making out with you," she addresses Dmitri.

Her statement suddenly gives me a headache. But Dmitri didn't say anything to her but only glares at me, with his furious green eyes, probably asking for an explanation on what the hell Claire's talking about. So what I do is use the formula I always use against Seid, whenever I am in the hot water, whoever gets angry first wins.

I purposely and violently brush my shoulder to his as an act of retaliation, and never looks back.

I can hear him calling me but I ignore it and pick up my pace going to the car a few meters away from the jet plane.

"Ms. Anderson," he calls out to me but I didn't give a damn.

"Ms. Avery Anderson," again with another one, but I simply pick up my pace even more.

"Avery Anderson," he shouts, and I double my speed and make bigger steps.

"Ava!", he yells and calls me by my nickname for the very first time, so I stop and face him much angrier than he is like a classic woman would do.

"What is your problem?", I bolted.

"What the hell was that?", and now he's asking for an explanation, something I am not sure how and where it came from.

"What was what?", asking ignorantly, trying to play with him.

"That, with the attendant, Diane, no, Clara, no, Cla-", he keeps searching for the name of the girl he just fucked.How disappointing!

"-Claire, her name is Claire, Dmitri. And I don't know what the hell you are talking about," still playing the naive one.

"Hold on a sec, is that what this is about, me having sex with Claire? Does it bother you in the least?", he slaps me with this question using an annoying intonation.

I didn't answer and just keep my mouth shut before I say something that could worsen the situation. I really had no idea what's gotten into me. I've never been this jealous in my entire relationship with Seid. So how come that I am so affected by this guy that I just met a few days ago.

"Really? Silent treatment? Did you just bite your tongue just now?", he sarcastically exclaims while looking at me from head to foot.

I bite my lips out of frustration, "You know what, I can't even talk to you right now. Just get in the goddamn car and bring me home, okay?"

I turn around not waiting for his response and slam the door right to his face.