Page 11 of My Grumpy Billionaire Soccer Star

But I can tell it’s not nothing—she is definitely judging me. I recline in my seat and shut my eyes.

Does she really think I am that terrible a person? She doesn’t know anything about my mother—if only she did. Not that it matters.

With that,I drift into a deep slumber.

Chapter five

Chapter Five

Rachel

Ibounce in my seat as the wheels touch the ground, the movement stirring me from my sleep. My eyes flutter open, and there in front of me is Vaughn sleeping with his head angled in a weird position. It’s the first time I’ve seen him in such a vulnerable state. His eyes are shut tight, and I notice the long, full lashes—a feature any woman would envy. My heart melts at the sight, and a part of me wants to reach out and cradle him near my chest.

I tap his knee instead, waking him from his sleep. Vaughn jerks forward and wipes his face with his hand. Our eyes meet. There is a look of confusion on his face as he stares at me, completely disoriented. I try to hide my amusement, but my lips curve upward in a smirk. He finally recognizes where he is and falls back into his chair with a loud sigh.

“Are we here yet?” he asks in a gravelly voice.

“Yes, we are.”

“Right,” he replies, pressing his fingers against his temple. Another sigh escapes his lips as he massages his temple.

I immediately reach into my handbag and present an aspirin bottle. “You have a headache?”

“Yeah.”

I stretch the bottle out in front of me, but he waves it away.

“Water,” he grumbles, trying to get up from his seat.

I imagine he’s parched, given that he’s been asleep all three hours of the flight.

“Just wait a minute, Mr. Vaughn. Once the plane comes to a stop—”

He doesn’t listen to me and tries to get out of his seat. The plane jerks forward as it comes to an abrupt stop, and Vaughn lurches forward, falling on me.

“Ugghhh,” I cry out as we try to untangle from each other’s embrace.

“Christ!” he yells out.

“Sir, remain in your seat until the plane stops,” I cry out in frustration as he gets off me.

“Why is there no water right here?” He points to the cup holder.

I stay silent, not understanding why he would expect me to have water in the cup holder at all times, especially given the level of turbulence we often face on the plane. That is the thing about Vaughn. He always somehow expects everything to work as he plans, and if there is even a chance he can’t get what he wants, he is willing to burn everything down.

“Why?” His voice rises.

“Sorry, sir,” I reply, lowering my head even though I don’t feel sorry at all.

“I—”

The pilot comes into the cabin with a smile on his face. “We have arrived, sir,” he says, clapping his hands together as he speaks. “It was an uneventful flight, I hope.”

“Not when I almost fell on my face,” Vaughn hisses at him.

I roll my eyes slightly. Not Vaughn making it the pilot’s fault for getting up during a landing.

“Is something wrong?” The pilot looks at him with bunched eyebrows before turning to look at me.

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