Page 45 of North (The Moral Compass 2)

Exactly two hours later, we are boarded on a private jet. I’ve never even flown first-class, never mind like this.

“Good evening, Mr. McGarry. So nice to have you travelling with us again,” the male flight attendant says. He gives me a warm smile and shows me to a beautiful cream leather seat mixed with gold trimmings and shiny dark wood. Everything is beautiful and classy. It’s so tasteful but screams money.

“When are you going to tell me where we are going?” I whisper.

“I will tell you when I have to. It’s a surprise and nothing to be worried about. I’ll give you a clue, though. The flight will be about nine hours.” He laughs. He knows I don’t know anything about flight times. I’ve only ever been to France, and Spain once with school.

The flight attendant smiles and gives me a wink. He returns a couple of minutes later with two glasses. One with whisky for North and one illuminous pink cocktail for me.

“What’s this?”

“It’s a cocktail, madam.”

“Yes, but what is it?”

“Oh, sorry, madam. It’s a special cocktail reserved just for you. It’s called ‘Sex on a Plane.’” I cough and nearly spit the drink out all over him. “Can you please fasten your belts? We are ready for take off, and our pilot is raring to go.”

He winks again and heads to the front of the plane where he pulls a curtain across, leaving me and North in complete privacy.

His eyes meet mine in a deep stare.

“Happy, Princess?”

“Very.”

Chapter 33

North

Theplanelands,thedoors open, and the feeling of warm air hitting my skin makes me instantly relax. The flight hasn’t been that bad, with the exception of an overly excited and intrigued Kara who has consistently asked where we are going on the half hour, every half hour. She is tenacious, sometimes. Who am I kidding…? All the time.

We exit the Manuel Marquez de Leon International Airport.

“So, where are we? And why did we not have to go through the baggage claim?”

“Welcome to Mexico, Kara, and we didn’t go through the baggage claim because… well… I don’t have to.” I give her my signature smile and wink to which she just rolls her eyes.

“Are we really in Mexico?” she asks with her eyes wide, trying to keep up with my wide stride.

“Yes. Now, come on. I want to see you in a bikini on the beach within the hour.” I pull her hand towards the waiting blacked-out SUV.

The drive to the villa is short, and I spend the time watching Kara’s face as we pass by some of the most beautiful houses, stunning beaches, and little fruit stalls on the side of the road.

This is all new to her, and I’m hoping she’s going to enjoy her time here in the sun. My dick twitches at the thought of her sunbathing naked on the private beach, so I take her hand and kiss her fingertips as she repays me with a beautiful smile.

The villa is all set up and ready with towels laid out by the pool, and the refrigerator and store cupboard have been stocked.

I haven’t been here in a while. East normally uses this family house more than the rest of us, but I checked with her, and she is in New York having a blast, and South is sleeping in her guest room. No one has spoken to him much since West practically took his head off. He knows the triplets have been born, but I don’t think he has said if he’s going to visit any time soon. I hope he does but, then again, I don’t want him to upset Kara.

The trial is now only three weeks away, and I can tell she is really nervous. I am. I have to give my evidence, too, but the guy who shot me is dead, so I won’t have to look him in the eye. Plus, I was out for the count for most of what went down. That bit, I am not incredibly happy about divulging. It makes me look like a right soft arse. Although, my blood phobia probably saved my life.

I show Kara inside and give her the guided tour. Hallway, dining area, small kitchen, chef’s kitchen, staff quarters, and then upstairs to the bedrooms. When my dad had this house built, we all had bedrooms that had balconies that look out over the ocean. The other rooms facing the gardens are guest rooms. There is no staff here this week. They normally stay here, but I just want it to be me and Kara with no distractions or interference.

My room is no different, but I’ve had a few things added like a mini kitchen with a coffee maker, a drinks cabinet with chilled champagne, a full-on wet room with a power shower, and strategically placed benches for, you know… guests. I actually feel a little guilty that I had those put in especially for playing.

I’ve had some great times here, but my decision to bring Kara, so soon after getting back together, is starting to cause me some doubt.

Kara must feel my uneasiness as she takes my hand and leads me out onto the balcony.

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