Page 8 of Billionaire's Fantasy
I can hear the sound of the ocean in the distance, the waves crashing against the shore. It’s a peaceful and calming sound, and I take a deep breath, feeling myself relax.
As I wait for my food to arrive, I decide to catch up on some work. I pull out my laptop and start responding to some emails, but I can’t help but think about Amber.
I wonder if she’s okay.
I wonder if she was able to capture the perfect shot, or if the bartender kept distracting her.
Nope. Not my circus, not my monkey.
I hear a knock on the door and assume its room service delivering my decadent meal. I ordered a steak with a side of grilled vegetables and a bottle of red wine. My mouth waters at the thought of the juicy steak and the perfectly cooked vegetables.
But when I open the door, it’s not room service standing there, but Amber. She looks distressed and upset, and I can tell that something is wrong.
She also looks so damn gorgeous. What the fuck is happening?
“Hey Amber, what’s going on?” I ask, confused, and trying to stay on track.
“We have a problem,” she says, her voice tense.
I motion for her to come inside, and she walks into my room, looking around nervously.
“Sit down. Take a deep breath,” I say, trying to calm her down.
She sits down on the couch, and I can see that she’s visibly upset. I grab a glass of water and hand it to her, and she takes a few sips, still looking upset.
“What’s going on, Amber? You look distressed,” I say, trying to get to the bottom of the problem.
I don’t know what got her so stressed out, but I want to solve it. I need to get to the bottom of it.
It is an odd reaction to have, especially to a woman I just met, but I really can’t help it. I feel protective over her, and I don’t even know her. I always had to be protective in the military. And I got the feeling, that the loss of my ex has something to do with my urge of keeping Amber safe.
“What’s going on, Amber?” I run a hand through my hair and wait.
She takes a deep breath and starts to speak, her voice shaky.
“I don’t think we will be flying out of here tomorrow as we had initially planned.”
Chapter 3
Turbulence in the Air
Amber
Jacksonhasbeenstaringat me, immobile for the last three minutes. If this was a cartoon, he would have steam leaving his ears right now.
After another two minutes, I stand up and start pacing.
“What the fuck does that mean?” he asks, the first statement he has made since my very dramatic proclamation.
“I mean, I was supposed to interview the manager and my camera battery was off and so I had to recharge and then he left and now he will only be back tomorrow midday, and I have to wait for him and…” I continue to mumble as I pace back and forth.
“Can you stop for a minute?”
My throat goes dry, and I immediately halt my movements. Turning to face him, I feel like a child being chastised. I hate this. I hate how rude and gruff he is. I thought being yelled at on the plane was bad, well, this is way worse. I actually decided to be a grown-ass adult and come over to his room and talk to him like an adult, only for him to treat me like I am some petulant child. How dare he? Yes, he is older than me, but by how much? Not twenty years that would justify a dad tone, ten or twelve years maybe.
“Excuse me?” I ask, not even bothering to hide the agitation in my voice.
“I said stop.”
