Page 9 of Billionaire's Fantasy
“I heard what you said.”
He seems taken aback by my tone, as he should. What gives him the right to talk to me like this?
“Look here, Mr. Pilot, I am a grown up woman, and you are going to talk to me like I am one. I came to your room to let you know ahead of time, that we have a change of plans. Now, let’s try that again. I have an issue and I came here so we can work on a solution together.”
I cannot believe I talked to him like that. Unconsciously stretching my body tall to underline my inner strength. Proud and surprised of myself we continue the conversation.
“What you are doing is treating the plane like a taxi and me like your taxi driver. Do you think I just park and fly off without an exact plan?”
“Uhm. No, but…”
“Exactly. What we have here is your poor planning inconveniencing me.”
“I know that and…”
My well-established posture sinks into the shape of a question mark. He has a point, I have to give him that.
“So, you don’t get to barge into my room and drop that on me and expect me not to react.” He cuts me off again.
“Can you give me a minute to explain?” I folded my hands impatiently.
He sits back down on his bed. “I’m waiting.” He cocks his eyebrows impatiently.
But suddenly I have no words to explain the situation to him, not when his shorts are bracketing his freaking sexy thighs. I gape at the muscles and sinew, the way they looked tanned, and for some strange unknown reason, I want to climb onto his lap like we are lovers. I want to feel the gentle tickle of that hair rubbing up on the back of my thighs. Maybe he can even use his arms to hold me up.
I swallow audibly. What exactly was I going to say?
His blue eyes are boring holes into me, and my breathing is turning ragged, but not a single syllable is coming out of my lips.
His eyes drift downwards, and I could be imagining it, but he is appreciating my curves. I really hope he is. It would be a shame if this palpable, whatever this is, is purely one-sided.
“You were saying?”
Honestly speaking, I don’t know what I was going to say, either.
“If you have nothing else to add,” he continues, “you can show yourself out. I have calls I need to make.”
The audacity of this man. I stand there, shocked, humiliated, and confused. When I agreed to these terms with my father, I had no idea that I was contending with such a rough-mannered pilot.
If I was a worse human being, I would have pointed out that he was at my employ, or rather, my father’s employ, and as far as I am concerned, that meant he was technically paid to be at my beck and call. Plus, there are worse places to be. We get to stay longer in this beautiful resort.
Customer service is not his strength. Or maybe it is and he just does not like me. Well, it is all my fault after all. I forgot to charge my batteries, I guess he has a right to be upset.
I don’t say any of that out loud. Instead, I gather the remains of my dignity and storm out of his room, making sure to slam the door behind me for good measure.
That was not worth the money I had to pay the receptionist just to get his room info. I should have spent it on cocktails instead.
I decide not to dwell on that, and instead walk back to my room.
I grab my phone and log into Instagram, eagerly anticipating the notifications that will appear on my screen. As I scroll through my notifications, I see it: the fitness gym I’ve been eyeing for months has announced its new brand ambassador. It’s Mike.
It should have been me. I was working hard on that deal and everything felt right. But I guess with the breakup I did not only lose followers, I also lost a potential business partner. It feels like Mike stabbed me in the back.
I groan in frustration, fighting back tears. How is it possible that my ex, who barely even works out, is still bagging deals left and right while I have to go visit tourist destinations and send reports just to sustain my way of living with my dad’s support.
I had been so excited about the possibility of becoming the brand ambassador for the gym. It would have been a huge opportunity for me to grow my brand and take a step toward becoming self-sufficient. And now, it’s all gone.
I feel a mountain of resentment burn in me as I think about how unfair life can be. I had put so much work and effort into building my brand and creating quality content for my followers. And yet, it seems like it’s never enough.
