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Zuri POV:

Waking up, I take a shower and quickly dry myself off. Heading towards my closet, I try to figure out what I want to wear.

I decided to go for a soft girl aesthetic: a light purple oversized jacket, a light pink skirt, and a light purple crop top. I accessorize with three gold chain necklaces, a yellow mini purse, and a pair of pink Nike Air Force 1's.

Rushing out of the apartment, I grab my suitcase. Running down the staircase, I bump into somebody, and my luggage slides down the staircase. The most embarrassing part is that it unzipped, and my lingerie flew out visible for this stranger to see.

Not wanting to look at the person, I rush to my suitcase, pack everything in, and head outside to meet my Uber. Hastily getting my luggage and then myself inside, the driver looks at me through the mirror.

"What took so long?" Is he being serious right now? I decide not to answer him because then I'm going to snap, and I'm not planning on getting kidnapped, let alone raped.

After a very awkward 26-minute drive, we reached King Shaka International Airport. Once the car stops, I pay the driver, and he doesn't even say thank you. I am so glad I'm leaving this country for at least 6 days because fuck.

I head into the airport, pretty much anxious. I planned this trip when I was 18, and now that I'm 21, I'm so excited but scared. This is my first time leaving South Africa.

Heading towards the check-in desk with a smile, the lady looks up.

"Morning, miss. How can I help you?”

"Hi," I hand her my ticket, she looks at it, and starts typing something down.

"Okay, all checked, come right through here and wait in the waiting room. The plane will be leaving in 25 minutes," she hands me back my ticket.

I nod and thank her, dragging my luggage with me. I head towards the waiting room to find there are only 40 of us, so I don't have to worry about fighting someone for the window seat. I sit in an empty row of chairs and take out my earphones to listen to some music.

"Hey," a man says, taking me out of my trance of listening to Chase Atlantic songs. Looking down, I see his hands out.

"Hey...?" I say with caution and confusion.

"Oh sorry, I didn't mean to disturb you, but uhm, I just wanted to know which seat are you in." Looking down at my ticket, I check my seat number.

"Oh, I'm seat B2," and he grins. Now I really get a good look at him, and he's breathtaking.

"I'm B3; I'm by the window." Shit, are you fucking with me right now? I roll my eyes and put my earphones on. I feel another tap on my shoulder, annoyed I look at the man.

"My name's Matt, and you are," he says, and I just stare at him.

"Look, blue eyes, I just want to go on my trip with ease. I'm nervous enough; I'm flying by myse-" Shit, I shouldn't have said that. He clocks my mental breakdown and grins.

"Hey, I know that you're nervous, and it's probably the reason why you’re so cranky, but I don't usually do this. So, I was playing about the whole I'm by the window seat. I'm actually flying; I just wanted a reason to talk to you," he says, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Hey, I am truly sorry; please don't crash the plane." I turn my body completely facing him, and he chuckles.

"I wouldn't let a pretty girl like you die on my watch," he says while putting on his pilot jacket and cap.

He really thinks the whole 'I'm wearing a uniform' will charm girls, but it won't work with this girl.

I awkwardly smile, and I try putting on my earphones, but he stops my hand. I look up at him, annoyed. Yes, he's flying the plane, but why is he all up in my space?

"Hey, do you perhaps want to grab a quick snack before we board the plane?" he says, getting up. I mean, I didn't eat, and I guess it will be cheaper and nicer than airplane food.

Getting up, I walk with him; we pass a few flight attendants who smile and nod our way. I start looking at the hallway we’re in, and it's starting to get denser and denser and less airport.

"Hey, Matt, I think we left the food over there," I say, pointing at the back of us. He doesn't say anything; he just chuckles. Now I'm starting to get bad vibes from this, but I hesitantly follow him.

He pushes a door open, and I'm forced to close my eyes due to the lighting change. I place my left hand over my eyes to block the sun's rays.

"Morning, sir and miss, right this way," a man in a suit ushers us towards a plane, but right now, I'm starting to think it's a jet.

"Hey uhm, Matt, this can't be right; the plane I'm supposed to be getting on says British Airways, and this plane doesn't say anything," I say, looking at the paper and using it to block off the sun's harsh rays. I completely forgot to bring my sunglasses.

"Don't worry, pumpkin, I'll take you personally to wherever you want to go," he says, stopping and turning to look at me.

"Uhm, but what about the ticket?" I say, looking at him, stunned.

"I'll send you the money back; how much was it?" he says nonchalantly.

"Uhm, 20k," I say hesitantly, looking at his face to see if he's joking or being serious.

"Okay, your bank details."

"What, no, this is absur-"

"Hey, hey, I have places to be, Princess; now, board the jet," he says sternly, no more Mr. Nice Guy.

I don't say anything, and I follow him into the jet; people take my luggage and place it somewhere. He sits down and takes off his pilot hat and his pilot jacket.

"Wait, if you're sitting here, who's flying the jet?" I start panicking, but he just smiles. He stands up and walks towards what looks like the drinks station.

"Wine? Scotch? Water? Or juice?" he quizzes.

"Wine, but wait, no, you're not answering my question." I softly yell at him. I seriously don't want to draw any attention to us.

"Okay, this is my plane; I'm not really a pilot. I just thought you'd be interested in me if I said I was," he says, taking a sip of his scotch, and smiling at me behind the rim.

Turning around, I sit down on the leather chairs, trying to think of what the fuck is happening right now.

Instead of being kidnapped by that Uber driver, I'm being kidnapped by this sexy rich man.