He snorts. “Yes, you are. And I’ll be taking bets in the office once I’m back.”
“What bets?”
“How long it will take Maeve to realize that and run away from you.”
I growl, imagining Noah’s neck under my fingers. It only makes him laugh harder.
“Already fucked up and need my advice?”
“Like it’ll ever work. I need you to make sure my place is ready for her.”
The pause that follows is concerning.
“Why?”
“Because I want Maeve to be comfortable.”
Another pause.
“Can you just make sure Martin follows through on all my instructions?”
These fucking pauses begin driving me insane.
“Noah?”
“Yeah. I’m here.”
“Will you check on Martin?”
“Ezra, Martin always follows through. Better than I ever would. Why do you suddenly question him?”
“I just need another set of eyes, that’s all.”
“Ezra,”Noah laughs.“Are you in l?—”
“Just get it fuckin’ done,” I growl into the phone and disconnect the call. I don’t need his stupid assumptions right now. Not when I’m confused as well.
I spend the rest of the ride as far away from Maeve as possible but always keep an eye on her in case she has another attack and needs my help.
But she doesn’t.
She also gets off the boat without needing my assistance, and I feel slightly disappointed. I was hoping to be needed by her. In my sick mind, I like her relying on me.
The staff brings the suitcases to the waiting limo, and we get inside the same way as before: silently. I don’t know what to say because every single thing that comes out of my mouth turns me into some whiny shit neither of us need. I can’t stand that person when I’m around her. That person will not do what I must do. That person would not have the guts.
We get our tickets and walk through security to the gates. The boarding is soon, so we just take a seat and wait. In silence.
When our boarding is announced, Maeve takes off like a rabid dog is after her juicy ass, and I follow shortly after, keeping my eyes on said ass because it’s now mine, and I can ogle it any chance I get.
She’s in the plane way before me, and when I step inside and walk toward our seats, I’m stopped by a flight attendant with a wide smile and red lipstick.
“Hello, sir. May I help you?” Her voice is full of honey. I don’t like honey.
“No,” I cut off her further questions. This is me on any day; I don’t have time for pleasantries. I have money, and I pay people a good amount of it to do what I need them to without the need to be polite. I don’t even need them to be polite with me, just do your fucking job. Silently, preferably.
Her smile drops for a second before it’s planted back on. Her eyes dip down with a quick glance over me and return to my face.
“Let me know if you need anything.” Her annoying smile goes wider. “Anything.”
