Page 114 of Puck It!

Now, I'm wide awake and the plane is quiet. Everyone asleep including Jax beside me sleeping.

Saying bye to Keri was hard last night and rushed because of Kenny. He waited for them, apparently that man is richer than I thought. He has a private jet, so he took the girls, Brayden, and Dax back home with him. Easier to just fly in a short time than an almost two-day drive

I told Keri I would talk to her soon about something important. Knowing that even if I decide not to take part in this, I am going to offer it to Keri.

She deserves it just as much as I do, and if we want to be greedy over money and bring that up. I never had it to start with, and I'm dating a pro hockey player, plus I make enough for my ways. It is better used this way.

I see the flight attendant starting to walk by and I quietly wave her down.

"Can I get one of these?" I hold up the little shorty of Jack, just trying to take the edge off from flying and she nods before she turns to retrieve my request.

It's not the height part entirely, I mean I hang from silks but not this damn high. It's the confinement, no escaping, trapped feeling, that is what eats me alive; It makes my skin crawl.

I'm a runner when I feel cornered, I can't run here.

The attendant returning with two shorts in hand shooting me a wink before she disappears.

I set the one down before twisting the tiny cap from the one-shot bottle. Pressing it to my lips, I let the amber liquor slide down my throat with its burn, but I consume the whole shot, as it leaves the line of fire down my throat and into my stomach.

"Easy Angel, I don't need you drunk on a plane." Jax mumbles as he opens one eye, looking at me.

"Bite me." I hiss; I'm trying to work my shit out over here he doesn't know exists for me.

I look over meeting his cold stare on me.

"What's wrong with you?" He snarls.

"I hate flying Jax?"

"Why didn't you tell me?" He peels his back from the seat, shifting in his seat turning towards me.

"I try not to make a big deal about everything I have a problem with Jax. I'm not a little girl."

He hums, as his eyes drop down my body before returning them to mine with his cocky smile, "You are a little girl, for one, and I need you to tell me things Macie."

"I didn't have much of a choice Jax, so I deal, and get through."

He cups my cheek, before his thumb trails across my skin, just under my eye, "You always have a choice, Angel. I don't want you to just deal, I want you to trust me, let me in Macie."

Damn if this man doesn't know how to twist my heart in my chest and take it; He's fucking got it too.

"I'm trying Jax." I whisper, I really am trying.

"Try harder." His hand falls from my cheek before both his hands are around my hips and he pulls me into his lap. As my knees fall to the seat straddling him, I lock my hands around his neck as his hands slide up my thighs.

"What's that little mind of yours thinking about?"

I shrug half dropping my gaze, and he lifts my chin, making me look directly into his eyes.

"I don't know what to do with Kenny's offer." I am so confused about what I should do, and I will admit, I've been quiet and distant since.

"I'll support you either way Macie, but I won't tell you what to do. This is your choice."

I nod with my hard swallow, so confused what to do.

Do I really want to run a club, dance or not dance there? I loved the show, being able to perform in front of a big audience, even though I was scared at first. I’m craving it now. I could do both, but jeez, I want a life too, that's why I enjoyed the thought of doing big performances, and that's really all I needed to do.

"I don't fucking know what to do Jax." I lean into him, tucking my head in the crease of his neck and his arms wrap around me, holding me tight against his chest.

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