Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 94094 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 470(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94094 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 470(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
Clay had a good point. We need to plan the weddings to keep our father thinking we’re going along with his demands. So we’ve both set dates for when those weddings should take place.
My words don’t float over Chloe’s head. Her eyes narrow and she mirrors my stance, folding her arms across her ample breasts.
“Weddings?”
I wave her off. “Come, see if there’s anything else you would like packed. I need to make a few calls. Breakfast will be waiting when you’re ready.”
I move from the room before she can quiz me any further. I can feel her anger hurled my way without having to look at her. I’ll give her time.
“Well, ain’t that a bitch,” she huffs at my back.
I want to chuckle, but I don’t. The contract was the beginning for me. I have bigger plans.
Chloe doesn’t need to know that right now. It will all become clear in time. For now, I need to put distance between us and New York.
If I can change our environment, I can change everything else. I will not fail. Not this time, the stakes are too great.
I will have my woman once and for all.
Chapter 10
Give Me Strength
Chloe
My mind is spinning with so many thoughts. I shouldn’t be on this plane. I’m not sure what’s going on with my sister and I haven’t talked to Sid.
Anything could be going on back home. I tried to call Ally, but her phone went to voice mail, and she hasn’t responded to my texts. My little sister is an amazing flutist.
She earned a seat in the summer conservatory program in Europe. She should be enjoying herself and playing her flute, while exploring the Italian and French culture. Sid was so proud of her, she paid for Ally’s travel expenses, while I covered the rest.
Never once have I ever worried about paying for Ally’s dreams. I’ve worked my ass off to make sure I never had to. Yes, things have been tight, but I’ve sacrificed to ensure she has it all.
Now, all of that’s just up in the air. If they kick her out of school, she’ll have to come home from Europe as well. That alone should’ve kept my ass from getting on this plane.
However, the man sitting across the aisle from me, reassured me everything was under control, and we needed to go. I put up a fight right until the very end, when he tossed me over his shoulder and carried my ass out of the front door. I’m still pissed and not talking to him.
I can feel his eyes on me, but I refuse to look at him. These clouds have been very entertaining thus far. If I could calm the hell down, I could fall asleep at least.
“You can’t spend an entire fourteen-hour flight ignoring me.” His voice fills the cabin of the plane.
I still don’t turn to face him as the sound of his voice makes my heart squeeze. I purse my lips, narrowing my eyes on the sky outside the window. I harden my resolve. I will not make this… whatever he thinks this will be—easy for him.
“Do you remember our first date?” He chuckles.
I don’t respond. I remember it all right. I was so nervous and sure he would figure me out. I didn’t think I was mature enough to pull it off but being with him was so easy. It’s always been so easy between us when it’s not hurting like hell.
“You were the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen,” he snorts. “Or at least, I thought you were. Sometimes, I still can’t believe I didn’t see how young you were.”
I shift in my seat, hating the fact that his voice comforts me. It’s like a lullaby. I want to hear it over and over, just to soothe the ache away.
My mind travels to the way I woke this morning. I squeeze my thighs together, still feeling the weight of his palms on them. I can feel the heated trail his kisses left across my skin.
“It was always in the way you looked at me.” His words bring me back to the present, causing me to focus on his one-sided conversation I refuse to be a part of. “I felt like you understood me in a way no one else ever has. Your eyes looked into my soul.”
I scoff, hurting from the truth of his words. I used to think I knew him so well. There was a time when I knew what he wanted before he did before he could say a word to ask for it.
I would finish his thoughts, answer his unspoken questions. I knew when he was stressed most and how to get him to relax. Our relationship seems like it was so long—continuing for years—not six months here and another there.
My heart has always felt like it has known him for an eternity. Even now, it beats to a rhythm meant for him. Though, I’d never let him know that.