The Good Girl Read Online Free Novels by Jordan Silver

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Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 32431 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 162(@200wpm)___ 130(@250wpm)___ 108(@300wpm)
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As much as I tried not to, every time I closed my eyes I saw him smiling down at her with his arm around her. I rolled myself into a ball of misery and cried myself to sleep.

Chapter 11

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The next morning I woke with the sun in my eyes. It took me a minute to figure out what had awakened me. Someone was banging on the door. I didn’t want to face the world, not yet, but maybe there was something wrong with my card and the hotel needed to check.

I dragged myself out of bed in the wrinkled clothes I’d slept in. I was sure I looked a mess with my hair all over the place, but I didn’t much care about that either. I waited to see what my tummy would do, but for once the baby had decided to take it easy on me.

I pulled the door open and my mouth dropped. A very pissed off Jonas Harp stood there wearing the damning tuxedo from the night before. Before I could dredge up my anger, or slam the door in his face, he grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the room behind him while I tried digging my heels in to no avail.

“What are you doing? I don’t want to go anywhere with you. Hey.” They were two men fiddling around with my car and one was getting into the driver’s side. Jonas barely spared them a glance so I figured they might be his henchmen.

“I need to get my bag it’s back there in the room.” It was like talking to a brick wall, he just kept going, dragging me towards a car that was idling with a chauffeur behind the wheel.

He flung the door open and pushed me inside before strapping me in. “Don’t move.” He slammed the door and headed back to the room after my bag. The two who’d been at my car were pulling out of the parking lot and all I could do was follow them with my eyes.

I thought of making a run for it but the unknown man in the front seat had his eyes on me and I was sure if I tried he’d nab me for his boss.

Jonas returned with his face looking like a storm cloud, but of course didn’t say a word to me. The driver drove off and I was wondering how I was going to spend the next few hours in a car with one very angry man.

I needn’t have worried, because we ended up at an airstrip. I looked in amazement when I saw my name blazoned on the side of what I was sure was a gulfstream. I turned to him questioningly but that glare didn’t invite conversation. Nevertheless I was very confused.

I was still trying to figure out what was going on when he led me up the steps to board. There was a staff waiting and I soon found myself buckled into the softest buttery leather seat.

“Good morning sir, Ms. May we get you some coffee this morning?” The nice young African American lady asked. Jonas was staring holes in me still not saying a word.

“I’ll have some…maybe I’ll wait until we take off thanks.” I wasn’t sure how well my tummy would behave and was surprised it hadn’t rebelled yet this morning. Maybe I’d done enough throwing up the night before and kiddo was taking it easy on her momma.

He was still watching me after accepting a cup of coffee. His eyes stayed on me over the cup and I fidgeted around in my seat before looking out the window to avoid him.

The captain came over the intercom to alert us that it was time to take off and the doors closed. The staff had disappeared and it was just he and I left in the confined space.

Here we go. My stomach lurched as the plane taxied down the runway and my head spun. “Put your head between your knees. Shit I forgot about this.” How did he get from his seat to the one next to mine so quickly? And what was it that he’d forgotten about?

He kept his hand on my head as I breathed through my nose and prayed for death. A quick painless one. I felt every movement of the plane as it made its ascent into the skies, hoping against hope that the sickening nausea would ease off once we were airborne.

I wretched and fought to unbuckle myself from the seat. His hands joined mine and I was soon free, looking around for the washroom. There was probably a barf bag around here somewhere but I wasn’t about to do that in front of him.

“Come.” He led me down the aisle to a bathroom at the back of the plane. I tried shutting the door on him but he forced his way in and knelt next to me while I threw up. He was being so sweet I almost forgot I was mad at him. He brushed the hair back from my face and put a cool wet cloth on my forehead and another on my neck.


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