Page 23 of Hot Mess

“It’s a private jet. They aren’t leaving without us.”

“Details actor man. Details.”

The ride to the airfield was a quiet one. Isaac focused on his phone the entire time. I gave up looking at my phone for entertainment. Kayla had never responded.

All of my text messages were marked as seen, but she never replied. If I picked up my phone, the first thing I would do is check those messages.

I could not get that woman out of my head. Quiet introspective times like this had visions of her ripe breasts and lush body in my mind. A woman hadn’t haunted my thoughts the way Kayla was since I was a horny teenager.

The aircrew team took our bags as we boarded the small plane. I took my seat, and Isaac sat opposite me. We strapped in for the takeoff.

“This is so much better than flying commercial. I’m working for you forever.”

I laughed. Early in my career, when it was important, I did not appear to be more than what I was, I traveled via commercial airlines. At my height, I was always crammed in, unless I was flying first class. Isaac was the one who convinced me that movie stars took private jets. And no one would bat an eyelash at me, they wouldn’t know, how would they know?

“Would you like a drink before we take off Mr. Sadler?” the cabin attendant asked.

I shook my head.

“No, I’m good.”

“Mr. Warner?”

Isaac shook his head. “I’m going to take a nap as soon as the captain says I don’t have to be buckled in.”

“You know you don’t have to be buckled in, if you want to go lay down now, no one is going to stop you.”

Isaac gave me another one of his looks. He’d tell me what stupid thing I had said eventually.

“Look, Nick. If the cabin crew is buckling up, I’m buckling up. They are kind of my hint as to the status of our safety.”

“Reasonable. I thought you wanted to talk to me about things?” The plane taxied onto the runway.

“I do. This flight is six hours at the very least. I can grab a nap and still have plenty of time to go over everything.”

“You know we can also talk it over once we get there.”

The engine whirred louder, and I felt the weird sensation as the plane lifted off the ground.

“You are going to be on set once we get there, and busy. I’m turning around and going home to manage things.”

I lifted my brows. I wanted to know what things. Other than my mother’s deposits, I was curious what he had on his agenda.

The plane felt as if it had leveled off. At least the cabin attendant was up and moving around the front end of the plane.

Isaac snapped his belt off. He patted me on the shoulder as he stepped behind our chairs to a long sofa. “Don’t worry about it Nick. We have time. It's a lot of the little annoying things I text you about that you are too busy to respond to.”

He was lucky he was so good at his job. And that he was my friend. He could be an arrogant assistant. I shook my head. Personal manager, not assistant, was his preferred title.

Manager was right, he managed me.

I didn’t realize I had fallen asleep until Isaac shook me awake. “You want something to eat Sleeping Beauty?”

I sat up and rubbed my eyes. “Sure, how long was I out for?”

Isaac shrugged. “You were snoring when I woke up. That was about forty-five minutes ago.”

“Where are we?”

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