Page 63 of Mr. Big Mistake
I watched his face turn red. “Get out of my house.”
I threw my napkin down onto my plate. “Trust me, I’m two steps ahead of you.”
With Mom bickering and Clint finally stepping up to the plate for me, I stormed out of the house. I hated coming here. I hated family get-togethers. I hated sitting down anywhere with my father and trying to talk to him about shit. I was okay with Mom. I could run my own damn drug empire, and so long as I paid my bills, she’d pat me on the back. But, Dad?
If I wasn’t Zane or Clint, I was nobody.
“Fuck him,” I murmured.
Smoke poured from my ears on the ride back to my place. And by the time I got up to my front door, I already had a plan in the works. I didn’t want to be here any longer. I needed some time away.
As far away as I could get.
“Kelly!”
I slammed the door behind me and marched toward her room.
“Kelly!” I roared.
She poked her head around the corner. “Hey. You okay? How did lunch go?”
“You want to go for a ride?”
She smiled. “Sure. Yeah. Where are we headed?”
“Anywhere our hearts desire. Pack an overnight bag, just in case. Two or three outfits should be enough.”
“Oh, surprise trips. I love these. I take them with Roxy all the time.”
“Get packed. We’ve got an hour before we need to catch our ride.”
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Ifurrowed my brow. “I thought you said we were going for a ride?”
Brenden opened his door. “This is our ride.”
“This is a jet.”
He offered me his hand. “My private jet, yes.”
I paused. “You have your own jet?”
“One of the first purchases I made for the company, especially once Zane got passionate about taking us international a few years back.”
I looked at his hand. “Where are we going?”
“It’s a surprise. Come on.”
I slid my hand into his as someone started unloading my bag from the trunk. With his hand in mine, we boarded the plane, and the luxuriousness inside made my jaw drop to the floor. The plush carpet beneath my heels and the buttery leather seats waiting for us to sit down made me dizzy. But, it was the lavishness of the food and drinks I smelled that started my gut churning with need.
“Is that a bedroom back there?” I asked.
Brenden led me to our seats. “It is, yes. For the longer trips. But, we won’t be on the plane that long.”
I sat in the seat he ushered me to. “Noted.”
