Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 49006 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 245(@200wpm)___ 196(@250wpm)___ 163(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49006 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 245(@200wpm)___ 196(@250wpm)___ 163(@300wpm)
My brother decided to waylay me this morning at my condo, noticed my mood, and stayed quiet about it. He’s fifteen years younger than me, an unexpected surprise when Mom thought she was heavily into menopause. Imagine everyone’s surprise when she shared the news, including her. Kai came out kicking and screaming. The joy in my parents’ eyes overshadowed the worry that they were going to be raising basically an only child again.
Our age difference didn’t make things awkward between the two of us. If anything, it brought us closer. It also has him on my doorstep a few times a week to have a cup of coffee, talk about the job he hates, and how he needs to man up and tell our parents the degree he received as an educator does nothing but bring him down. They wouldn’t be upset in the fucking least; in fact, they’d rather their boys not be miserable. I told him to take a look at what I’ve been through, life is too short, and to do something else or work somewhere else that will make you happier. Kai mentioned switching things up from teaching at a public education school at a grade level to making the move to a college level of teaching. The only one holding my brother back is my brother. Hopefully, after this morning, he comes to terms and makes some changes to better himself and his mood. I may not have a lot of room to talk when it comes to temperament for the time being, but hopefully soon, that will change.
“Everything is ready to go.” Liam comes up beside me, whispering quietly. A politician, his assistant, a bodyguard, and his wife are currently sitting in their seats waiting for us to take off. Once we’re in the air and things have evened out, they can move about the cabin as much as they’d like.
“Perfect, thanks. I got hung up on a call, or I’d have been out here sooner.” I don’t go into the conversation, and Liam knows me well enough to know if it were important, I’d tell him.
“Not a problem. We’ve got it all covered. Samuel is here, and we seriously need to see about hiring him on full-time. He also brought a new flight attendant, and he’s singing her praises. Meaning you know she’ll be good.” Liam tips his head in the direction of where the attendants are doing their thing without being told.
“Yeah, we brought it up at the meeting last weekend. The guys agreed to bring someone on permanently, and he’s my number-one pick. We’d still need a second and probably a third as a background member.” There’s a shit ton of logistics to work through, and part of the reason I’m dragging my feet is the worry that we won’t stay busy long enough to keep everyone employed.
“Then do it, man. No time like the present,” Liam says. He knows it’s an internal battle and the fear of failure that holds me back. A double-edged sword, since being a business owner is all about taking chances. The number-one reason why I don’t gamble. I like my money where I can see it, in my bank account.
“Yeah,” I mutter. My eyes move around, taking everything in. This jet is the epitome of luxury. We’re booked solid, and calls keep coming, keeping us booked months in advance. We’d probably be scheduled into next year if we opened our schedule that far out.
“I’ll go get the plane started and see you in the cockpit.” My co-pilot bypasses me, leaving me standing and seeing everything I’ve dreamed about come to fruition. I’m only missing one goddamn thing—her. A certain woman who continues to my haunt me day in and day out.
Samuel nods my way, saying hello. I lift my chin and look to see where the other flight attendant is when my eyes lock on a woman. She’s currently bent over, ass in the air, tight skirt wrapping around her body in a way that has me remembering my night with Maci. How her skirt was rucked up above her hips, bent over the bed, and with every deep thrust of my hips, she’d slam backwards, meeting me at every pace. The night was endless, and the positions I took her in were never ending. Fuck, I couldn’t even tell you my favorite one; they were all that damn good. Probably when she fell face first on the mattress after I wrung another orgasm out of her. My own body was shaking, standing was nearly impossible, but falling on top of her and giving her all my weight wasn’t feasible, either. Instead, I kept my hands roving every inch of Maci’s body that I could, gathering the strength to pick her up in my arms and carry her into the bathroom to shower.