Page 49 of Wicked Billionaire


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In an attempt to gain Jess’s controlling shares of her parents’ company, Alden had purchased three percent of my shares with the addendum he had to come work for me in the capacity of bodyguard when I needed him. I’d yet to have him fulfill his end of the contract. It was more the thrill of having someone under my thumb. The thrill of the chase versus the need to have him on my staff. He hated me for it.

JESS

He said to go fuck yourself.

JARETH

On that note, I need to get Hazel to acknowledge me before we land.

I hated to admit this to Jess, but I didn’t know what to do to fix the mess I’d created.

JARETH

I canceled her date.

JESS

Dude. What is wrong with you?

JARETH

We’re also on our way to Bali.

The bubbles started and then stopped. Then started up again.

JESS

This is what I get for not asking more questions. You said tropical. NOT a twenty-four-hour flight. There’s no way you’ll get back in time for Christmas you fucking idiot.

I rubbed the back of my neck.

JARETH

I wasn’t thinking clearly.

It was hard to admit my weakness, but I needed Jess’s help.

JESS

Apologize. Grovel. And make sure Bali is the next best thing to a Christmas here. And for fuck’s sake talk to her. Hazel isn’t like the vapid women who usually want you. She’s a good person. Far better than either of us and for some fucking reason, she cares about you. Give the two of you a real chance and just tell her what’s going on in that thick head of yours.

JARETH

I’ll try.

Hazel didn’t turn her head once as I messaged with Jess. Now that I was done with my conversation, I stared at her and worked on what I should say. She turned on her side and pulled the fluffy blanket firmly up so high it practically covered her face. It made me reconsider having brought it onboard since it covered her tempting body.

Although, ogling her was the last way to get in her good graces. I cleared my throat. “Hazel.”

“No, I don’t want to hear your excuses. I’m still mad at you, Jareth.”

“I know you are. I’m sorry.” I was sorry about ruining her Christmas, but I had no qualms about taking her out of the country so she couldn’t date another man.

I sounded like a fucking psycho.

She continued to ignore me, burrowing further into the warmth of the blanket. I needed to get her carry-on. I’d packed a sweatshirt for her at least. Her other lightweight coat was in the larger suitcase in the storage compartment.

“Hazel, look at me.”

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