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“When you said you were going to handle it all, I didn’t think you meant this,” I began. “I didn’t even think you owned a jet.” He raised a brow and I mentally face palmed myself. “I didn’t mean it like that; you just don’t strike me as the kind of person who does.”

“I understand, don’t worry,” he assured me. “My parents were well off, not crazy rich but good enough and I used the money I inherited from them to invest in some major businesses like Grayson’s, so journalism and film isn’t my only source of income.”

“That is crazy smart,” I said after a beat of silence. “What did you end up doing with the tickets?”

“I asked Olivia to come with your parents.”

I paused and blinked once, then twice and I turned to him. He was staring at me with a blank expression and I opened my mouth to speak but no words came out.

“Olivia has work tomorrow.”

“I guess that’s what happens when you’re friends with everyone.”

“You’re not friends with everyone though,” he just shrugged and I realized that I didn’t really care how he did it, I was just glad that he did. “Thank you. ”

“You don’t have to thank me.”

One of the air hostesses returned with a bottle of wine and she poured a glass for Nathan and I. As I took the glass from her, a thought filled my head and I turned to Nathan.

“Did you buy this jet recently?” I asked and he shook his head.

“I’ve had it for over a year. Why did you ask?”

“You could have gotten us out,” I didn’t need to clarify, he knew what I was talking about because the corner of his lips tilted up in a small smile. “Why did you make us stay there if you had a way to get us out?”

“Because I didn’t want to,” he shrugged and I opened my mouth to speak but he cut me off. “Do you really want to spend the entire flight arguing with me? I’m not going to see you till tomorrow and you’re probably going to be too busy for me.”

My spine straightened at his words and I turned to him with furrowed eyebrows. I tried to smother down on the feeling rising in my chest just in case I was wrong and I misinterpreted it.

“You’re coming to the show?” I asked and he turned to me as if I had asked if the sky was purple.

“Of course I’m coming to the show. Why else would I be here with you?”

“You’re done filming though. There are people who will handle that over there.”

He ran his hand over his forehead and I heard him mutter a few words under his breath in rapid French. He spoke too fast for me to even get a grasp of what he had said.

“I’m not coming because they’re filming; I’m coming because of you. ”

A foreign feeling warmed my chest and I tried to clamp down on it but there was no stopping it. I couldn’t help the small smile that graced my lips and my eyes widened considerably.

“You have post production.”

“They can handle it without me for two days,” he assured me. “Now are we going to spend the rest of the flight asking stupid questions?”

We ended up spending the rest of the flight talking. I couldn’t eat because my stomach was a bundle of nerves and different emotions that I didn’t want to think about. No matter how much I tried to push it away, it kept ringing in my head that Nathan was going to be at the show.

I tried to tell myself that it shouldn’t be such a big deal but it felt like one to me.

I can count on one hand the number of shows my parents have attended and it is not for lack of them wanting to come, it is because they can’t.

Most times it is work and other times it is because I want to keep them as far away from the media as I can.

I can also count on one hand the number of times Joseph had been at any of my events; the major or the minor ones.

He was always so insistent that he wanted to keep us private and so he couldn’t come or else people would speculate and here is Nathan who already made plans to be there without me even knowing.

Butterflies- hell the whole fucking zoo- fluttered in my belly.

By the time we landed, Nathan got my bags as per usual.

He held my bags the entire way to the rental cars and he went with us.

I wanted to ask why but I also didn’t because I enjoyed his company.

It was just me and him in the car with Miles and Marissa in the other and his hands never left my thighs once .

By the time we arrived at the hotel, he helped me take my box to my room and he sat on the bed while I arranged my things. The first thing I did was take out my dress so it wouldn’t get creased or anything and I set it on the chair.

“Is there any way I can see it right now?” he drawled from his position on the bed and I resisted the urge to roll my eyes at him.

“Patience is a virtue and you will see it tomorrow.”

This time he rolled his eyes and he sat up. I stood there with my hands crossed over my chest while he watched me carefully. I couldn’t read the expression on his face but all of a sudden, he stood to his feet.

“I have something I need to do but I’ll be back before evening.”

“What for?”

“For dinner,” he said as if it was the simplest thing in the world and before I could say anything else, he crossed the length of the room and kissed me.

His hands buried themselves in my hair as he deepened the kiss and slipped his tongue into my mouth. I knew I should be resting and getting myself prepared for tomorrow but all I wanted to do was drown in him and his taste.

I kissed him back with equal fervor and my hands fisted the front of his shirt as one of his hands left my hair long enough to grasp my hips and pull me flush against him. This was not what I had in mind when I kissed him but I am not one to complain.

His hand left my hips and trailed up the side of my body to my throat and when his fingers stopped and his grip tightened, I couldn’t help the strangled sound that left me. He pulled back and I watched every heave of his chest as he ran his fingers over his now swollen lips.

“That was not the plan,” he whispered and I couldn’t help the small laugh that left my lips. “I’ll leave in thirty minutes.”

He slammed his lips back on mine.