Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 87996 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87996 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
I wondered if that was where Marksen was now, in the bedroom with the stewardess.
Was he touching her the way he touched me?
Did he take it further with her?
She probably didn’t fight him like I had.
I knew he was turned on. I’d felt his cock pressed against me.
Was she helping him deal with that?
My jaw ached from clenching my teeth as the burning sensation increased in my stomach, thinking of him with her.
Touching her, kissing her with the lips he had just kissed me with.
Though I bet she wouldn’t have slapped him for it.
I sat in my seat with my arms crossed over my chest, trying not to think about what they were doing back there or if he liked her more than me.
It shouldn’t matter.
I shouldn’t care.
He wasn’t mine, and I didn’t want him.
It didn’t matter how many times I said that over and over in my head.
Marksen DuBois is not mine.
I do not want Marksen DuBois.
The jealousy still burned in my veins, and I wanted to go back there and rip her off of him by her perfect, sleek blonde ponytail.
I had to stop myself from laughing when she marched back up the aisle.
She had only been gone for maybe two minutes.
Clearly, whatever services she was offering, Marksen had refused.
That gave me a weird sort of prideful glee, knowing that he had turned down another woman after kissing me.
I pushed that feeling down and tried to ignore it.
I had no right to feel territorial over Marksen.
Not when we were teenagers and I’d had a schoolgirl crush, and certainly not now after he’d abducted me.
This wasn’t the time to think about old crushes or petty jealousy. I needed to be smart. I had to think. He could take me anywhere in the world. I didn’t have my passport with me, but there were ways around that when you had a private jet.
But the timeline didn’t add up. We had to be staying in the US. He’d told me the flight was only an hour. The Bahamas were a little over three hours by plane, and Toronto was close to a two-hour flight.
No, we were staying local.
I doubted we were leaving the tri-state area.
That had to be a good thing, right? That had to mean that I would be easier to find. The closer I was, the easier it would be to track me. But it didn’t make sense.
None of this made any sense.
This was Marksen DuBois.
The boy who had spent a good portion of our childhood summers at our house, hanging out with Luc when they were home from boarding school.
He was my brother’s best friend growing up.
I knew men weren’t like women, that childhood friendships between them often didn’t last into adulthood. Or at least were never as close.
Still, this was Marksen!
I used to have daydreams about marrying him and living in a house next to my brother’s so our children could play together. In my childhood fantasies, our lives were so intertwined that our nannies were best friends.
I knew he must have been mad about Amelia, but kidnapping me seemed a bit extreme.
This could be a prank.
It could have been something so simple.
A stupid prank and I didn’t realize it because I had been drinking.
I thought about it for a while.
It seemed dumb, but Marksen and Luc used to play stupid pranks on each other all the time.
What if Marksen wasn’t that mad about Amelia and Luc, and this was some sort of hazing ritual?
I had heard of brides being abducted before their wedding as a joke. I had even heard of grooms being kidnapped. Maybe he couldn’t get to Luc before the wedding or didn’t want to take Amelia from the planning since she was doing it all herself.
And the … I shifted in my seat again … the spanking? The kiss?
He seemed angry about both, almost as if I had pushed him over the line.
As if they weren’t part of the plan!
Maybe he had been drinking before, too, and he got as carried away as I did.
I did taste bourbon on his lips.
That had to be it. This had to all be a bad joke.
He left because he didn’t want it to get too out of hand.
He always did have a flare for the dramatic.
All I needed to do was to sit back and relax. Enjoy the ride and not cause more problems. If this was a joke, there was no reason to fight him.
What if I fought too much, and he decided I was too much trouble, and I ruined the fun?
What if he called Luc to come pick me up, and he had to leave his wedding to get me?
Tonight wasn’t about me.
It was about Luc and Amelia.
If I ruined this, would it ruin his whole wedding?
Would he remember it as the day his little sister ruined a simple, friendly prank and blew it all out of proportion?