Owned By Her Triplet Bullies
Chapter 34

Emma's POV

"Emma! We are going to miss our flight!!" John yells from outside.

"Geez, can you just calm down? I will be out soon," I yelled back at top of my voice.

"You've been saying that for the past twenty-five minutes," he screamed, frustration evident in his voice.

"I will be out soon," I repeated. I've said that statement more than twenty times now. I can practically feel him rolling his eyes. I chuckle, dragging my suitcase behind me.

"Hey John, beautiful morning isn't it?" I ask with a smile. He rolled his eyes and snatched my suitcase from my hands and threw it in the trunk of our cab. We both quickly took a seat and the driver zoomed off.

"What the hell took you so long? My legs are feeling so sore after standing for such a long time," he grumbled.

"I'm sorry, I didn't make up my mind until last night and I had to wait for the triplets to leave before I could start getting ready," I explained. I really didn't mean to keep him waiting for that long.

"You told the triplets you were not going on the trip?" he asks, surprised.

I nod my head. The triplets had pestered me for two days, but I firmly told them I was not going anywhere. They had even gotten me a fancy suitcase and some really beautiful expensive-looking dresses, but I still refused. But I thought about everything last night. Can I really afford to lose out on all the fun this trip has to offer? This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and I can't miss it. I won't let the boys make me miss out on this trip.

"I had to wait until they left this morning before I could start packing, or else they would have found out," I replied.

"But we are all going on the same airplane, so they are bound to see you," he answers.

"No, they always travel on their private jet," I said.

"What! They own a private jet?" he asks, looking shocked.

I nodded. I was kind of expecting that reaction. "Technically, it belongs to their dad, but since it's their dad's they can use it anytime they want," I said to him.

"Wow, they are loaded," he said in awe.

"They are," I nodded my head in agreement.

"How about your grandma? Who is she with?" I ask curiously.

"I hired a caregiver for the main time," he replies.

Soon enough, we arrived at the airport. John hurriedly grabbed our suitcases and we ran inside.

"Come on, Emma, hurry up," he urges.

I tripped on my foot and almost fell, but John saved me. I held on to his arm and we ran together. I've never traveled before or been to an airport, so all this is new to me. I rely on John to guide me.

John hurriedly glanced at the security lines to see which one would get us through the quickest. This is all my fault, I made us twenty minutes late.

He grabs my arm and pulls me into a line. It got to our turn and John kicks off his shoes and places them in the basket. I follow and kick off my shoes too. We made it through the sensor with no problem.

"Are we going to make it?" I asked worriedly. I will never forgive myself for ruining John's trip if we miss our flight.

"We will if we run," he replies, grabbing our bags. The voice over the loudspeaker announced the last call for our flight. We ran towards the gate, but it was already closing when we got there, but the flight attendant took our tickets and rushes us inside. "Yayyy! We made it," I squeal excitedly and John chuckles, panting hard. This is really happening. I made it to my first trip outside the pack, away from the triplets.

"I will see you later," John said and moved towards his assigned seat.

I nod and also head toward mine. I look for my seat carefully. I finally found it and sat down happily. I frowned. The person sitting behind me looks familiar, far too familiar. I turned around immediately and I thought I got a whiplash. My eyes widened in shock. "Y...you, what are you doing here?" I pointed my finger at him in shock.

"Hello little mate," Julian said smirking at me.

"Are you not supposed to be in your jet?" I ask again, trying to get over my shocked state.

"You look pale Emma, breathe," Philip whispers behind me. I quickly turned around to see Alexander and Philip smirking and waving at me.

"What are you doing here?" I ask again.

"We waited for you until the last minute. We didn't really believe you when you said you were not going to come. You see, you are not an excellent liar," Julian said, smiling triumphantly.

"We got our plane tickets late last night, and we were right to have believed you were going to come. You really tried hard to get rid of us that you almost missed your flight, didn't you? Well, too bad because we are here now," Philip continues. My jaw dropped in shock.

"Close your mouth, Emma, you are drooling," Alexander said, and I quickly slammed my mouth shut and wiped it but didn't feel anything in my hands. I gave Alexander a dirty glare, and he smirked, looking down at his book as he continued to read. "I don't know why you boys insisted on onboarding this, the seats are so cramped up together, are your legs not aching already," Hailey whines from behind Alexander and Philip. "Enough of your complaints Hailey and besides, we had told you to board the jet didn't we?" Philip said to her.

"How could I go on the jet alone without you boys?" Hailey asked.

"We are here now because our mate is here, we will go wherever she goes," Julian said, and Hailey gave me a hateful glare like she could kill me at anytime now. I hurriedly looked away. What I've been trying to run away from has finally happened. I had just wanted to travel quietly in peace, but It seems I can't have that now. But I won't let them ruin my trip, I'm going to ignore them.

The flight attendant announced that we would be taking off soon and for us to fasten our seatbelts. I looked around uncomfortably, I didn't know how to fasten my seatbelt since this was my first time traveling. I glanced at Julian to learn from him, but he fastened his so fast that I barely saw anything.

"Let me help you," he says and tugs at my seatbelt. I held it tight, not wanting to let go.

"Don't be stubborn, Emma, let me help you," he said. I turned around to see the air hostess helping other people. He's right, my stubbornness won't take me anywhere this time around. I gently released my hand, and he fastened it for me.

"There it's done. You are welcome," he said, smiling at him, but I looked away. The pilot announced that we would be taking off soon, and my anxiety grew tenfold. My heart pounded loudly, and my stomach churned uncomfortably.

"It's okay," Julian said and held my hand. He must have noticed how anxious I was. I didn't complain, after all, I needed his comfort if I was going to get through this. When the plane took off, and we got to the sky, I hurriedly removed my hand from his. I peered outside the window to see pretty little clouds floating around us.

"Emma, would you like to eat anything? I'm sure you haven't had anything yet," Julian asked, but I ignored him, looking deeper into the book I was reading with utmost curiosity.

"I know you are not reading Emma, the book is turned upside down," Julian said with a sigh. I hurriedly glanced at the cover and found out it was true. Maybe I was not really concentrating after all. I turned the book to how it was supposed to be and read without sparing him a glance. They followed me all the way here to pester me, right? Well, I am not going to give them that satisfaction.

"Do you mind if I get my bag? I really need to pick something," Julian asked, and I fought the urge to roll my eyes. Is this his new tactic now so that I can speak to him? I unbuckle my seat belt and stand in the aisle, patiently waiting for him to take whatever he wants. He stands and searches around his bag for something. His tight shirt hugs his toned body properly and his muscles flexed as he searched. I am still staring at him when the plane dips, and I'm thrown off balance. His chest was solid as I crashed into it. I held his biceps tightly out of fright. He smells good, really amazing and I could not help but breathe his scent in.