Blackmailing the Billionaire(11)

Carig waited until the stewardess moved out of the room before giving her a superior look. “Actually, I have arrangements with many charities. When I am on the move, we carry goods and necessary items for them free of charge... So perhaps it is a waste for one man... But not for them... They need assistance from those such as myself” Joy looked away, feeling very small. Damn the man. Every time she felt that she managed to shoehorn him into a ‘shallow, selfish, self-serving’ box, he managed to leap into the ‘caring, thoughtful’ one instead. “I’m sorry... I didn’t know”, she managed to mumble as he inclined his head. “Apology accepted”, his voice becoming more serious. “Look Joy... Why don’t we start again? We seem to be dancing around each other here... Perhaps we should just be ‘friends’”

The smile she gave him lit up her features, Carig swallowing hard at the way it sucker-punched him once again, not understanding his own reaction, as she nodded, a thankful gleam in her chocolate eyes. Holding out his hand he took hers. “Hi... I’m Carig Calle... and you are?”, with lips pursed to stop the laugh spilling out she shook his back. “I’m Joy Reid... It is a pleasure to meet you Carig Calle” With an approving smile he released her hand, fixing her with eyes which shone with humour. “I wonder Joy, if you would be interested in having dinner with me?”, she miming delighted surprise as she nodded, “I would love that... Eating is one of my favourite things to do” Carig struggled to hold back his laugh as he too mimed surprise, “Really?... Mine also... That is spooky... We should go out together... I look forward to our first date”, before both could no longer hold back the laughter.

The plane taking off, however, saw a change in Joy as she jumped, a frightened whimper leaving her. Carig’s expression instantly became one of concern as he took her hand, taking her mind off the ascent as he teased her about how she squeezed hands like a weedy girl, Joy turning to give him an appreciative chuckle, he staring at the small dimples on her cheek. Why did he find those so adorable?

After the seatbelt sign was turned off, the stewardess, a bubbly woman called Deborah, reappeared, quickly setting the dining table located near the back of the plane. The delicious smell of food coming from another hidden room made Joy laugh. “You have a kitchen onboard?”, her question full of disbelief as he gave her a pained look. “Well of course... Have you tasted normal airplane food?”, a loud chortle escaping her as she fixed him with mock sympathy. “Oh poor baby... ”, Carig offering his hand to help her up as he smiled back.

Joy enjoyed sitting with Carig, finding him entertaining company as the two slowly ate their way through the sumptuous three-course meal. She had been surprised to find that Deborah was also the cook, the other woman beaming with delight when she complimented her on the food. Finally, with stomach full, and a glass of wine in hand, she fixed him with inquisitive eyes. “So... You seem... normal, Mr Calle”, his mouth curving as he lifted a glass in salute. “Praise indeed from you Miss Reid”, he once again feeling the jolt of desire rip through him as she rewarded him with another of her wide smiles, before cocking her head to the side. “So... why is a very rich, seemingly socially adept, intelligent, good looking 32-year-old man like you not married or at least trying to get over a string of broken marriages from gold-digging exes?”

For a moment Carig could only stare at Joy, her blunt question – no doubt fuelled by the fact she was on her third glass of wine – taking him by surprise, his eyes dropping to his own still-full glass. Shrugging, he became more serious. “Not really something I am interested in... Marriage is just not in my long term plans... Who needs that kind of trouble?” Leaning forward, her voice was softer, “So not in a rush to be a father then?” His brows drew together as he looked up at her, his features colder, “No. Not interested in being a father. There are some men who should never be fathers”, his words holding a hint of anger, her eyes wide, “I... I’m sorry... I didn’t mean to upset you”

Carig released a long slow breath, his hands running through his hair, an apologetic half-smile on his mouth, “Sorry... I didn’t mean to snap... You just hit a nerve” Joy waved her hand, understanding in her lovely eyes, Carig however, feeling a need to explain “My father married my mother after knowing her for only a week. He thought that he was in love - That she was the ‘one’. It didn’t bother him that she was twenty years younger than him and that maybe she might want different things. It just did not seem something he thought would be an issue... But he was wrong. She was only twenty one and had me the next year” His eyes shifted unseeingly as the memories came back. “But... while he might have wished her wife of the year... she wasn’t. She became notorious for her affairs... but my father stood by her. When she died in a car accident with one of her drunk lovers, my father fell apart... Despite everything he loved her... And I had to watch as he just gave up, until his heart attack a year later” His eyes snapped back to hers, sadness deep within. “My mother chose a fast and short life, and my father chose her... Neither of them chose me... Which is why some people should not be fathers”