“Shouldn’t you know what her life consists of?”
“She needs to learn to handle her own problems. I won’t be around forever.”
“From what I understand, you aren’t around at all.”
I stretch and blink at the ceiling. “It’s best.”
“Do you want to see her?”
“Does she want to see me?” I counter and peek at him through my lashes, cheering internally when he grits his teeth. I enjoy frustrating him.
He scowls at me and I smile brightly. “Even if you did, she isn’t in town.”
Figures. “Where in the world did Mother take her, when Georgie got back from…wherever she’d been?” I can’t bring myself to add with Sloane. It’s too infuriating.
“Wherever Georgie is, your mother sent her there days ago.”
That catches my attention and I tense, my pulse soaring immediately. Those few words strip my fa?ade of nonchalance away. He’s staring at me, waiting for my reaction.
“Where is she?” I demand. “According to Mother’s timeline, Georgie should’ve gotten back days ago.”
“She’s still with a friend,” he answers without hesitation.
Whether he knows she’s with a man nine years older than she is doesn’t matter to me. The important thing is that I know.
I begin to scream, not stopping until the nurses have control of me and jab me with a needle to calm down.
Georgie
I want the ground to open up and swallow me the moment I follow Sloane onto the plane. They are all there and every eye is on me. They know what Sloane and I have been doing.
Baseball cap turned backwards, gold hoop earrings gleaming, and dressed in jeans, a T-shirt and boots, Sloane is relaxed. Meanwhile, I’m fucking sore and beyond frustrated with the way he left me on edge and then watched me like an eagle.
People make love every day, so I don’t know why I’m feeling so shy. It probably has to do with making out with Kiln and then promptly fucking Sloane.
“Are you taking a fucking seat, so we can take off or what?” Jaeger snaps.
Sloane’s already seated in his usual spot, but he frowns in Jaeger’s direction, so I don’t utter a word, and go to Kiln. They’ve made me sit next to him whenever we’re on the road.
“What are you fucking doing?”
Sloane’s voice blares over my pounding heart. I’m searching for the words to apologize to them, especially Kiln.
“I’m sitting down,” I answer.
He shoots from his seat and yanks me toward him, shoving me in the empty seat next to him.
“Unless I tell you otherwise, sit next to me from now on.”
Narrowing my eyes, I fix my mouth to cuss, then I recall the condition he’s set if I want to come later. Bastard hasn’t let me out of his sight, so I haven’t been able to sneak somewhere and finish myself off.
However…
We’re on the plane now, not alone, so I’ll be able to get away from him. Smug in my newfound knowledge, I strap myself in. The flight won’t be long. We’ll be in the air and touching down again before the hour is up, so the moment we are level, I jump to my feet.
“I need to use it,” I mumble.
“Fine.”
I think I’m home free, until I feel his presence behind me. I spin, forgetting myself. “No fucking way!” Widening my eyes, I clap my hands over my mouth, hurrying behind him when he turns on his heels and beckons me to follow. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to say that.”
He folds himself into his seat and pushes me into mine. “Tough fucking shit. You need to think before you say whatever the fuck you want to.”
“You’re a hypocrite. You’re cussing a blue streak as you’re ordering me not to.”
“I’m a fucking man. You’re a girl. Girls don’t fucking curse.”
I wonder if it’s possible to emit steam from the ears. I’m so fucking mad, I feel as if I’m accomplishing that feat. We’re whispering amongst ourselves but the guys are eyeing us with suspicion. “Girls do whatever the fuck a man does, dickhead.” Why hold back? He’s already angry and will withhold my pleasure. Double fuck him.
Furious blue eyes glare at me and a muscle ticks in his jaw. “Keep it the fuck up, Georgiana, and I won’t allow you to have an orgasm for a week.”
Mortification races through me. I can’t believe he whisper-yelled that to me in front of the guys. My face burns in shame and I lift my knees, burying my head between them.
A voice clears. “Are you thirsty, Georgie?”
It’s Maitland, and his tone is soothing. I also hear the resignation as if he’s aware of our lovemaking, wishes to change it, but knows he can’t.
I shake my head. No one can prove Sloane had me, because none of them saw us in bed together. Still…I’m embarrassed to my core and can’t meet any of their gazes.
“Look at him when you respond,” Sloane tells me. “Don’t hide from anyone.”
“Sloane…”