Eternal Bonds

The silence in the first-class cabin was deafening.

Scarlet, on her way from Toronto after five years of absence from home, was brimming with excitement at the thought of reuniting with her beloved family. Even though she would love the simplicity of economy class, her doting father would never want to hear of it. To him, his princess deserved only the best. There she was, on a plane, feeling a tinge of loneliness yet eagerly anticipating the moment she would embrace her family once more, especially her father and her only brother.

A strikingly handsome man with long strides walked into first class, his blond hair glinting in the cabin's soft light. Separated by five rows of passengers, Scarlet found her gaze drawn to him. As if alerted by her attention, he turned his head slowly, their eyes catching in a silent exchange. Scarlet's emerald eyes were captivated by a blue of such depth and clarity, a hue she had rarely encountered in her twenty-four years. "Oh my God! How can such eyes belong to a mere mortal?" she mused to herself. Mesmerized, she was unable to tear her gaze away from the intense blue that held her own with such arresting force.

Meanwhile, Allessandro Rossi was equally captivated.

"Dios How can anyone be so perfect? " He thought. With his wealth, he had encountered all types of women. Being rich comes with its perks. All women, young and old, were willing to fall to their feet at the snap of their fingers. It was getting boring, but that was until a few seconds ago. He felt a kick in his lower region, something he had never felt before, and his heart began to thump. One look at the beautiful brunette with the dreamy green eyes, and he was gone. Never had he felt as if he had known someone so ethereal before. They continued staring as if there were only two of them in the cabin, with wide eyes and a look of surprise on their faces.

‘Excuse me, sir, would you like any refreshments?’ An air hostess brought Alless back from his reverie, blocking the beautiful view. Alless craned his neck around the air hostess to catch a glimpse of the lady, but could not. The air hostess had completely blocked his view. “No, thanks. I will call for some if needed," Alless replied to the hostess in a brusque manner, ignoring all her attempts to attract his attention. Alless did not fail to notice the batting fake lashes when she talked: all the signs of the woman he was used to, too willing to submit, a total turn-off.

When the air hostess left the cabin, Alless turned around to see that the beauty facing the window had become completely engrossed in a book held very close to her face.

Scarlet could still feel her eyes boring into her. She knew the man was still staring intensely at her. “I will not give way to this alien feeling”. “I have never met anyone like this”. ”Who is this man? And why does he also seem to be interested in me?" All these thoughts were running through Scalet’s mind while she kept her eyes firmly glued to the book, trying desperately to look unaffected by the man without success.

Alless, seeing as the lady was obviously avoiding him, sighed, sat back down properly, and tried to go back to the task at hand. Alless, a firm believer in fate, concluded, "What will be will be". Eduardo, Alless’ personal assistant, had noticed his boss’ movements and head turns in silence. He had never seen him like this. For the first time in the fifteen years he had worked for him, he saw a spark of interest in the depth of his gentle friend’s blue eyes. Was that a real spark he saw, or was it just a mirage like he had seen so often? He stopped thinking and concentrated on the reports he was writing.

Scarlet, while trying to concentrate, dozed off with the book covering her face and fell into deep sleep, where she had a very explicit erotic dream of a man with very intense blue eyes and a perfect body. She could feel hands touching places that had never been touched before. She felt the gentle caress inching forward to the underside of her breast. The hands completely enveloped one of her breasts, twerking the nipple, which made her moan. A hot, moist mouth took in the other breast completely, sucking it in an achingly poignant way that made Scarlet scream silently in ecstasy. You are mine, Scarlet; you belong to me. I will never let you go.” The hands continued to roam her body and finally moved downward to touch her most private place. “You are wet already for me, my darling; do I have your permission to take you?" "Yes, my love, take me; I belong to you.” Scarlet whispered hoarsely. Poised above her, the gentle, beautiful man with deep blue eyes lowered his head and kissed Scarlet on the mouth. While imitating the kiss, he pierced her maiden head, and she let out a silent shout of exaltation, ‘Aaaah!” He thrust gently into her, and Scarlet grabbed him from his back with all her strength, telling him without a word that she did not want gentleness. He continued to thrust in and out of her in quick succession, bringing them both to a shattering climax that they never believed was possible.

Scarlet gave a visible jump and realized that it was a dream. Her cheeks became inflamed when she noticed the subject of her dream was staring intently at her. “Oh my God, what is this madness?" She can still feel the stickiness in her underwear, evidence that what she dreamt about was so real. She blushed hard when Alless continued to stare at her intently.

Alless, looking at the beauty before him, could not help wondering what she dreamed about. "What are you doing here?” Scarlet asked, avoiding his eyes. "Hi, I am Allessandro Rossi. You are beautiful; I can't take my eyes off you." Scarlet blushed even deeper. If this man knew what she just dreamt about, she wondered if he would not run far away and call her a psychopath.

"Hi, I am Scarlet Montegomery," Scarlet replied shyly. “Wait a minute! Rossi, Montgomery!” They both exclaimed together. "Is it the Momtegomerys I think it is?” Alless held his breath, praying desperately inside that the answer would be no. Of course there would be no other, as there was only one Rossi and Montgomery family in Verona, and they were both on a plane to Verona. It was what he feared. “Yes, those Montgomerys," replied Scarlet. "Are you the Rossi I think it is?” “Yes,” Alless whispered forlornly.

They continued staring at each other without moving, oblivious to the landing call by the air hostess and safety belt warnings. “Sir, we are about to land; please kindly go back to your seat”, Eduardo, seeing his friend and boss so lost, called out. Alless reluctantly went back to his seat with his eyes a little dim.

After landing, Scarlet made her way to the hired car. She had not informed her parents of her homecoming, so no one was waiting for her, or there would be a fleet of cars and bodyguards all over the airport. She did not delude herself that her father was not aware of her homecoming; nothing escapes the eyes of Antonio Montgomery. He was just humoring her so she could feel some level of freedom.

Scarlet scanned the milling crowd to see if she could find the guy with the blue eyes. She looked around, and ultimately, their eyes clashed in the distance. Alless had been following her movements and hoped she would turn around and look at him. When their eyes clashed, he felt that kick again in his lower region. He smiled and waved at her. Scarlet waved back, feeling a little sad and wondering if they would ever meet. They were worlds apart.

Alless entered the opened Lamborghini, sat down, and rested his head on the back of the plush chair. He was tired but felt elated and galvanized. He has seen something he liked, and he can never let go. He is Alless Rossi! He closed his eyes, and the stress of the last week overcame him. Even in the murky depths of his dreams, a bewitching smile and eyes so green were beckoning to him. Will he ever see Scarlet again?