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d bras and I talked her out of buying me any extra skimpy looking nightwear. I bought slightly revealing skirts that tightened arou

wasn't the only one who had that in mind. He was wearing slight casual clothes: he had a black V neck on with dark

?" He asked me. Well obviously. I nodded politely, "Yes. Where's our gate?" I ask curiously, looking aroun

...hidden. "So we wont make a scene." He whispers, and we make our way towards a dark blue jet, she purred slowly and he lifted me onto the rather large jet. Along the

r instructed me. I took a seat on the couch, looking over to t

yself comfortably in the seat, glancing over at Mr. Carter who takes a seat near me. His skin brushed against mine moment

aking my stomach rise in my throat. The blue sky is coated with soft white clouds floating

eing in my moms womb at 8 months co

d unbuckles his seatbelt to go up front with the pilot. My ears pop and

k out the window and the once blue sky was now dark and grey. I could almost

e front of the jet, but am soon kno

ask, dismissing her demand. She doesn't seem to notice that I completely ignored what she told me to do cause she steps back and lets me through. I go to the front of the

and falls out of his chair. His blonde hair is coated with seat, and he's gasping for breath. "What's wrong with Roberts?" The flying attendant soon a

m crossing my arms. "Rayleen please, if there's anything you can do. Please just do it while I try to fix this damn plane." Mr. Carter grits through his t

oks rep

c attack and it was so intense it slightly punctured her lung. "He cant breathe." I mu

mpression. Roberts sputtered and his bottom lip quivered, I did it for 5 seconds and he let out a loud gasp of air. This man Roberts needed a bonus, seriously. "He's stabilize

ry, so sit down or so help me God." He grits through his teeth. I don't need to be told twice! I sit down in the lean grey seat,

e wrong direction. Plus an engine's down. The radios are down. I have to level the plane." My heart almost

don't like going fast Ms. Banks? Haven't you seen the movie Flight? Oh we're going fast." He hits 1185. "Actually no I've never seen flight and I'm pretty sure you're going extraordinarily too fast.

panic attack just like Roberts. "Grey, rain and my death in the very near future." I mutter, sa

Come on Carter let's go for 1100." I egg on, frowning at him. He exhales

Trust me on this one." I assure. "So you know how to CPR and fly a plane? Sure glad I picked you Ms. Banks." He says sarcastically. He strugg

damn thing about how high in the sky we are! Are your ears popping? Then we're pretty damn high!" The sarcasm in his voice makes me

de of my seat for balance or I might just faint. All I wanted to do was go to Utah. Littl

at dripping around his neck, "What do you think you guys are doing?" He screams

ot." Mr. Carter grumbles, his knuckles growing white from the grip he has on

flying over pastures and small cities. "Welcome to Utah." He mumbles towards me, as I sigh of relief and lay back

I whisper to him, swallowing hard, trying to regain my

h the same monotone. He glances at me from the corner of his eye, flashing a crafty smile. "Are you still shaking or is that just me?"

han you think." He tried to cover the first part up quick and it almost made me c

he state." He says, holding up his hand. "Hands on the wheel!" I order, feeling a rus

he phrase was a smart mouth? "You have no idea." I challenge, rolling my eyes. "I think you need a bit of discipline. I'm not so sure you

brow. "You have a smart tongue too." I say sarcastically. "Oh, if only you knew." He says gingerly. I gape at him, glancing at his expressio

lane, going towards the champagne. "I reckon you'd fancy one right about now." He softly says to me. Damn right, I need three forget one! He pour

ws, as we begin to land on the perfect safe ground. "To a promising