You have a cold, cruel billionaire boss, b/n, that’s very demanding.

Sometimes, you don’t think he can survive without you because

You help him with everything.

And this weekend, you are visiting your family.

But the flight is from Los Angeles to NYC.

You’re not looking forward to it because it’s long, uncomfortable and cramped.

On Friday afternoon, you leave early.

“Where are you going?” b/n snaps coldly at you.

“Remember, I have my trip to see my family?”

His pouty mouth forms a thin line. “Fine,” he comments.

At the airport, the attendant looks at your ticket. “Miss, you’ve been upgraded.”

She points to another terminal.

“What?” You’re full of shock but excited.

You walk over, and it’s a sleek private jet. You like the look of it.

The flight attendant greets you, sharing a smile.

She shows you to your luxurious seat.

When you get there, you see b/n sitting directly across from you.

“B/n, what are you doing here?” you say.

His gaze softens as he stares at you with complete adoration.

“Meeting your parents, y/n.”

His voice deepens.

“How else will I ask them for your hand in marriage?”