“You lie!” I exclaim laughing while I sit on her, bouncing on her stomach and she groans laughing.
“Get your fat arse off me, you sexy bitch!”
“You’re the sexy bitch.” Jo laughs, tickling her relentlessly while she squirms.
“I second that,” I say with a smile, and we all scramble up to our feet. Maybe the girls are right. As hard as it’s going to be, I shouldn’t pass up an opportunity this big. It will be really tough working with him again, but at least I’ll kick start my career, and all this grief wouldn’t have all been in vain.
Jo and I go to my bedroom to pack up a bag for me while Aimee showers and joins us after. “All right, ladies, this is an epic moment for us. We have to do this right.” She says, walking in with a bottle of prosecco and three glasses. The music goes up, and we sing at the top of our lungs while we pack my bag for the trip.
“Shayla, if I were you, I would look smoking on this trip, show that boy what he’s missing. I guarantee you, he will crack, and you two will have angry I-need-to-have- you-now sex.” Aimee grins, popping the cork of the prosecco and filling our glasses.
“Oh, hell yeah. Aimee’s right. You don’t have to sleep with him, but you can make him regret his choice a little. We already know his attraction to you is off the charts, so it shouldn’t be so hard.” Jo says, folding my clothes with a suggestive grin. “Or maybe it will be…hard…eh?” She adds, wagging her brows.
I roll my eyes, grinning, “What am I fifteen? I’m not playing these stupid games with him. That’s just asking for trouble. He has a girlfriend, and I’m certainly not the type of girl to seduce another girl’s boyfriend. No, thank you. We can’t control ourselves around each other as it is, add all of that shit into the mix, and as Aimes said, we’ll end up fucking each other’s brains out. I’m only in this for my career, and I would like to achieve it with my dignity intact.”
“That’s my bitch right there!” Jo chirps, and we clink our glasses. After we pack my bag, I went to bed. I couldn’t sleep again. I was feeling comprehensive about my decision. Was I doing the right thing? By the time I fell asleep, it was gone past four in the morning. I woke up the next morning with a headache and was simply exhausted. I still had doubts, but I pushed them aside and convinced myself this was the right thing to do for my future. As the cab pulls up at the airstrip where Cole’s jet was waiting, I feel my stomach clench. After I pay the cab driver, I take my bag and walk up to the plane. Cole appears at the door, and I look up at him. He smiles handsomely.
“We really doing this?” I call out over the loudness of the engine, and he nods.
“We’re really doing this.” He says back. I sigh and walk up the steps where he’s waiting; he holds his hand out to me. I look at it and hang my bag's strap on it and walk past him. I hear Cole chuckle, and he follows me through the jet. I sit in the leather seat, and he takes the one opposite me. Our eyes meet, and I feel that familiar pull in the pit of my stomach.
Please don’t let me regret this decision.