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"Okay what?" I demand.
"You’re right, and I trust you." He takes my hand. "I was being an asshole. I shouldn't have said anything to him. It's just I finally have you back in my life. We're happy, and I don't want anything to get in our way this time. I made a huge mistake choosing the band over you, and I will regret if for the rest of my life. I will never let anything stop us from being together now."
"Nothing is going to. You didn't make a mistake, Heath. It was the right decision at the time. But you don't own me, and you can't do something like that again. You have to trust me just like I'm trusting you. I love you. I would never do anything to hurt you, okay?" I assure him, but even I know my words don't hold the same warmth they did when I said them yesterday. He really fucked up. I saw a different side of him today, one I recognized from a long time ago but until now I had kind of forgotten. I remember him being a bit jealous, but maybe it was more than that.
HEATH
Thecarpullsupat the airport, and she looks me over, like she is waiting for me to say something else. I don’t, so she pushes open her door and hops out, walking along the tarmac to the plane alone.
All I can think of is what Julian really said.You’re a lucky man. You should enjoy your time with her while it lasts because your days with her are numbered. Princesses like Amelia Harper belong with a man who knows how to take care of them, not little boys who like to play pretend.What does that even mean?
I shove open my door and follow her. The fresh air is a nice change from the thick tension-filled air in the car. Our flight attendant shows us to our luxury leather seats and offers us drinks. Amelia declines and takes a seat staring out the window. I sit beside her, my hand on her thigh, brushing the silky skin of her leg. I need the contact with her, even though I know how pissed she is with me. She glances down at my hand likes it's a foreign object. She sighs, then her attention shifts to looking back out the window. We stay in silence as the plane takes off.
I know I need to fix this, the conflict I created. Well, that fuckwit she wants to work with did, but I let my emotions get the better of me. I knew I should have stayed away while she was having that meeting, but there was something telling me I needed to take a look at the man she flew across the world to meet with. And I'm glad I did because now I know there is something to worry about. I know I need to trust her like she said, but I don't trust him. He wants her for more than her ability to design a nice dress, that much is obvious. Maybe I should have told her what he really said, then she could understand why I was so fucking mad. But right now, I need to make things right with us. I don't like her annoyed with me.
As soon as the seatbelt sign is off, I unbuckle mine and do the same with hers. She looks at me, confused. I take both her hands in mine and offer her a smile, hoping that will at least get her to warm up enough to talk to me. It's going to be a very long flight home otherwise. "I want to show you something," I tell her, my voice a lot calmer than it was ten minutes ago.
“Okay.” She agrees to let me pull her up to standing, but I know I have my work cut out for me because her expression hasn't softened one bit.
I lead her down to the back of the plane to the master suite. "This is why you fly private. I had hoped we could make good use of this on the way home, and of course get some rest so when you get back to Palm Springs you're well rested and ready to help Summer."
She looks over the room, with a king-sized bed covered in luxurious sheets, and shrugs. "It's impressive, I guess. But I'm still not sure I'm talking to you right now." She crosses her arms over her chest to make her point.
"I'm sorry, Millie. Let me make it up to you. I don't want us to fight."
She looks me over, like she is trying to make up her mind. But I'm not giving her any more time to think it over, and instead, I push her into the wall, my hands holding hers above her head so she can't move away from me. I kiss her, dominating her mouth like I want to every part of her. Just as it's getting good and I think she's giving in to me, she bites my lip, forcing me to pull away. "What was that?" I growl, licking away the blood.
"You don't own me," she says with determination in her eyes, like she was making a point.
I don't move, though I keep her hands firmly secure above her head, proving my own. "I know, but you're my girl," I tell her in a growl, needing her to understand why I sometimes have to act crazy when it comes to her.
She stares at me for an extended time, panting, like she's breathless already being restrained by me. But there is some internal struggle going on as well. She's fiercely independent and has been looking after herself for a long time, I get it. But she doesn't have to anymore, she has me. "Kiss me like that again then," she whispers.
My lips are back on hers as soon as the words leave her mouth, kissing her with the same aggression I did the first time. She matches me, wrapping her leg around mine and grinding her body into me. I skate my hands down her body, pulling her silk blouse out of her skirt and undoing the buttons so I can get my hands on her tits. I grope them roughly before pinning her hands again. I like having the control over her, and I can tell it's turning her on just as much.
"The door," she murmurs between kisses.
"Who cares?" I know I don't. I paid a shit ton of money for this ride. We can literally do whatever the fuck we want, and no one will say a thing.
"I have to look at these people when I get off the plane. Close the fucking door, Heath."
I kick the door closed with my boot. "So feisty this afternoon, Millie."
"You pissed me off. That's what you get," she pouts.
"Don't stop, I like it." I drop my head to her breast, sucking her nipple through the lace fabric of her bra.
Her back arches off the wall, pressing her body into my face. "You have issues, Heath," she mutters matter-of-factly.
"Nothing you can't solve for me, baby." With my teeth, I drag the fabric of her bra down then suck on the exposed skin all the way over to the other nipple. She's hot like this, but I need more. I need to show her she's mine and just how good we are together.
I pick her up, throwing her down on the bed. She looks back at me with so much heat I barely recognize her, a combination of anger and lust. It's intoxicating. I need her naked. I drag her skirt down her legs, and she aggressively grabs for my shirt, pulling it over my head while I unbuckle my jeans and push them down my legs. Her nails dig into the bare flesh of my back. "That's it, baby, use that anger, channel it and make it work for you. Dig those claws into me."
Her smile is menacing as she drags them down my back, taking pleasure in hurting me.
I shove her panties aside and thrust two fingers inside of her, pulsing them back and forth. "I'm going to give you the best fuck of your life, my beautiful girl. When we leave this room, you won't even remember why you were so mad."
"Fuck, I hope so, Heath. You better wipe my memory, because I don't want to feel the way I do right now."
