CHAPTER 6 - IRRITATING IDIOT

Ishita's POV:

After talking to Noah and knowing that everyone is safe, I felt relaxed but still, I want to go to Noah as soon as possible. I know he must be worrying about me hearing me cry but I couldn't stop myself from crying after what happened here. I'm a strong girl but whenever something happens that reminds me of my past or the present worst situation of mine, I won't be able to control myself. And, this man here and the scars on his body made me remember all of those again.

I controlled until I talked to Noah but then I couldn't. When the man here was close to me and how he tried to kill me all made me remember my past but then something was telling me that he was not like any other one. Maybe he is angry but he is not a bad person and I got to know just by his look when he saw me struggling to breathe. I saw regret in his eyes. I closed my eyes in the content and thought about what I was going to do for the next 24 hours with this man.

I only opened my eyes when I heard his mobile ringing. I saw him leaving the place and walking in some direction with his mobile but not before giving me a look which I failed to decode. Who the hell possibly he is? I wonder how Mr. Armani is handling his friend. And, thinking about Mr. Armani, I'm slightly afraid. Noah has told me that doing business with him is like walking on fire. And, tomorrow, we should have been signing the deal and here, I and Noah both are stuck.

I really wish that he would change the meeting to the day after tomorrow. Resting my head on the couch, I started to think about my life and closed my eyes to control the tear drops but I knew it would flow down. I was deep in my thoughts and only came out hearing the vessels chattering near my ears. I woke up with a thud and saw that man standing in front of me holding two ceramic plates near me. No, he is not holding any food but that man was using the plates to create that noise.

"What the hell are you doing?" I yelled at him and he raised his eyebrow and signaled me to follow him in the way where he went before.

I groaned stood up from the couch and started to follow him cursing loudly in my mind. Only if he was not the friend of Mr. Armani, I would have punched and dismantled his handsome face.

Wait…Ishita…Handsome face. Where did that hell even come from?... He looks good but handsome. I think he may look handsome if he removed that stupid smirk from his face and the arrogance. I followed him inside that corridor and saw the small kitchen which made me confused.

"Why did you ask me to follow you here?" I asked looking around to see if there was anything to eat because my stomach already started to grumble and I hadn't eaten anything since afternoon.

"To make out with you," He said with an arrogant look and I threw the glass that was near me into the kitchen cabinet and thankfully he caught that.

Shit…I should control my anger. What if Mr. Armani didn't like people manhandling his things? I must have got into the deep shit then. I took a deep breath and looked at him who was fuming in anger by now.

"I'm the one who should be fuming in anger. Not you, Mr. You asked me to follow you here and are talking nonsense. Anyways that glass belongs to Mr. Armani, not you" I said and I could visibly see him gritting his teeth. What does this man actually want?

"For now, I'm the owner here. And, if you want to be here, you should possibly obey me. Otherwise, I throw you out" He said and I looked at him open-mouthed.

"Obey you…Hello, Mr. I don't even who you are. And, give me one reason why should I obey you. I accept that I'm on this flight but again that doesn't mean I should obey you. And, throw me out…You mean throwing me from 5,000 feet above. Wow, I would like you to try" I said again turning my focus on finding something to eat.

"There is nothing to eat here. That's why I called you to the kitchen. If you want to eat, make something for yourself. I've already prepared mine" He said and went out with the plate that was behind him.

How the hell did I fail to notice that?... And, me cooking for myself. I will possibly burn down the whole jet. I again looked around at least to find any noodles but it looked like Mr. Armani is the type of person who eats homemade foods because all are only vegetables here. And, about the fruits there is apple but I hate that most.

I pouted and went outside rubbing my stomach. But when I saw him eating his pasta elegantly sitting on the couch, my mind started to curse him. Stupid, Idiot, buffalo…Cursing him how much I could, I went and sat beside him, so that I could at least watch TV and thankfully there is a proud distance between us as the couch is longer.

I was watching Megalodon, when I heard my stomach grumbling. I looked at the clock on the TV and saw that it was almost midnight. I just pouted and drank the glass of water.

"You can eat the apples. I'm not asking you for money for that" He said and I took a deep breath not knowing how to escape from this irritating idiot.

"Mr. Irritating idiot, I don't like apples," I said and bit my lower lip to control the laugh seeing him nodding his head.

"Wait…What the hell you just called me?" He asked placing his plate on the table.

"I don't know your name and by seeing your behavior, I named you an irritating idiot. That's not my fault" I said trying to control my laugh.

I saw him gritting his teeth and he whispered something but I failed to get that.

As more seconds went by, my stomach started to grumble more and this idiot was also eating slowly.

"I miss Noah," I said what's inside my mind.

That's true. I miss Noah. Noah and Andres are the only one in our group who knows how to cook and Noah is the one who will cook for me every time, even at midnight. I truly miss my monkey. I shook my head and started to concentrate on the film, so that I couldn't feel hunger but I saw him getting up and going into the kitchen again. I thought of taking some bites from his plate but then I heard his yell.

"Don't you dare to touch my food" I grumbled hearing him but my face broke into a huge smile when I saw him placing the plate of white pasta in front of me.

I looked at him but like always his face was full of arrogance. I wanted to thank him, but then seeing his face I backed up and started to savor my pasta. I should say that he has cooked amazing.

"Are you a chef?" I asked him putting another spoon of Pasta in my mouth and munching it.

"Hmmm…this is amazing," I said again and looked at him for a response but his complete face was red and his jaw was clenched.

"Are you angry because I asked you whether you are a chef? Don't be… I just normally ask that because this pasta is now one of my favorites. And, Being Mr. Armani's friend, you also must be a businessman. Maybe if you're not, I wish you to be successful in whatever career you are in just because you cooked me this pasta. But, remember you'll be a Mr. irritating idiot and Mr. arrogant too" I said and again lunged at the pasta, savoring each bit of it.

I don't know what happened all of a sudden but I saw him going into the kitchen with his half-finished plate and came out in the second with the same red face and went inside the room and closed the door with the loud thud. What happened to him? Did he just waste food? That is a bad habit…

I thought of telling him that but then I didn't want to create any chaos. I finished my pasta while enjoying the movie. After around 2 hours I completed watching the Megalodon and slept on the couch because there was only one room and bed in the jet. I slept peacefully because this was the last peaceful sleep I'd possibly have. I won't even sleep around 4 hours when there is some important project and for the next 5 months, we are going to be in the project with the devil himself. So, I won't get any time to sleep.

I wonder how Mr. Armani will be when even his friend has this much Arrogance.