Chapter 12

Meadow

Ring..Ring…

The sound of my alarm pierced through my eardrums and right into my head.

“What the fuck?” I sigh, sitting up

It was 6am, and I was exhausted. I had only gotten 2 hours of sleep, mostly because I had to finish packing, and the events of yesterday kept replaying in my head.

I move to sit by the edge of the bed and allow my vision to clear before reaching over to my nightstand and putting on my glasses.

Burying my face in my hands, I hoped that what happened last night had been a nightmare. A horrible nightmare. I was dying of embarrassment. How was I supposed to face him? How was I supposed to work with him? Be alone with him? For 4 whole days.

Impossible

“Why did you close your eyes, Meadow? ” I say, shaking my head.

I needed to avoid being alone with him; hopefully, that would work. I get up, Shower, change into a pair of comfy joggers and a sweatshirt, and make my way to the airport. Our flight was set for 7:30am, and the last thing I needed was that asshole yelling at me for being late.

I get to the airport and walk to the private hangar with his name on it, expecting to see him standing there in all his glory, but I’m met with something else.

A slim young woman with red hair and way too much makeup on her face, standing close to Jamey.

Too close

She looked slightly older than me and tall, probably because she was in heels. She was talking in child like manner, fun of excitement to Jamey, but he didn’t share the feeling.

I slowly walked up to them, trying to understand who she was and why she was here.

“Good morning, Mr Salvador,” I say, looking up at him.

“Good morning, Miss white, you're late. Let’s get going.”

I turn towards the redhead.

“Good mor..”

“I’m Jamey’s Fiance, Debby. " I'll be coming along,” She cut me off, giving me a glance from head to toe.

“Oh, it’s nice to…”

“Get my bags, and be careful, they're designers,” She cut me off again.

“Sorry?” I asked, confused.

Now I understand I was only a secretary, but I wasn't a bell boy who carried people's bags, and if I was, it would only be for Jamey because he was paying, not his rude fiancée, who looked like a circus exploded on her face.

“Are you deaf or are you just stupid? I thought secretaries were supposed to be smart, Jamey baby,” she turned to look at Jamey, who seemed to be lost in thought.

Jamey baby? She had to be joking. Who did she think she was to talk to me like that?

“I said, get my bags,” her high-pitched voice came in again.

I turn to look at Jamey, hoping he would say something, anything. I knew he wouldn’t completely stand up for me, but at least tell her to stop or even just say something.

But he didn’t, he just stood there looking at both of us like we were wasting his time. I bite back my reply, pick up her bags, and walk into the jet without looking at any of them.

I hated Jamey more now. I hated him for edging me in the elevator;I hated him for making me feel things I wasn’t supposed to feel; I hated him for pretending as if he cared for me one minute, then the next minute allowing his finace disrespect me.

But what did I actually expect? A knight in shining armor? For him to swoop in and save the day after one stupid moment that was probably one-sided? But was it one-sided? I saw how he looked at me, and I felt the bulge in his pants. He felt something.

Katie was right, I needed to guard my heart. He might have felt something, but it wasn’t anything.

I throw the bags at the back of the jet and take a seat by the window. A few minutes later,I watch him walk in my direction and  take a seat opposite me. While trying to sit down, his knees brush mine, and despite everything that just happened and what didn’t happen ,the small friction causes a stir in my stomach.

No Meadow

I stare out the window as the plane takes flight, and I turn to see him staring at me with an almost apologetic look, but I don’t give in. I turn back and keep my eyes on the view.

This was strictly work; there was no pleasure here.

Jamey

I hated waiting more than anything, and Meadow white was testing my patience. She was 10 minutes late, and it was already eating me up.

I was running on one hour of sleep. I tossed and turned, trying to get her out of my head, trying to erase the memory of her , trying to fall asleep, but it was useless.

She was intoxicating

I step out of my BMW and wait by my private jet hangar for Meadow. The morning breeze was cool. A notification pops up on my phone, and I see it's from Omar.

I’m so sorry, dude, I had to. She’s Scary.

I stare at the message, trying to understand the cryptic meaning. Who was he talking about? And why was he apologizing?

A light car horn pulls my attention from my phone, and I see the red-headed witch walking in my direction.

Debby.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” I say in disgust

“Good morning to you, too, baby, Omar told me you were going on a trip, and I wanted to tag along. We are getting married, Jamey baby, and we don’t even know each other. This would be a time for us to bond,” She said with too much excitement.

“This is a business trip Debby, not a vacation. I have work to do,” I said, staring back at my phone.

Omar was a dead man

“You can't work 24/7, baby, you'll have some time off.” Still sounding excited.

“No. And I only made reservations for two. My secretary and I. So go crawl back into the dark hole you came out of.”

“I told you to fire her. I don’t like you having a female Secretary. I want all your attention to be on me.”  

Debby disgusted me. The sight of her alone made my stomach twirl, and the thought of being married to her made my skin crawl. What has my father gotten me into?

I stared at her for a few minutes as she kept ranting about how we could share a room and go on dates and other disgusting things. The saddest part was that she seemed genuinely happy.

Pathetic

I'm so lost in thought, I don’t notice Meadow walk up to us. She wore joggers and a sweatshirt. There was nothing revealing or sexy about how she looked, but I could feel my length slowly start to harden at the sight of her.

I notice how Debby’s body language changed. She was insecure. I couldn't blame her. She looked like a garbage compared to meadow.

“Are you deaf or are you just stupid? I thought secretaries are supposed to be smart, Jamey baby.” Her high-pitched voice pulls me out of my thoughts.

She couldn’t talk to Meadow like that. No one could. I open my mouth to say something, but nothing comes out.

I see Meadow look at me in anticipation, in hope.

Fuck

She picked up Debbie's bag and walked onto the plane. What did I just do?

I disliked Meadow, but I loathed Debby. She had no right to speak to her like that. I turn to look at her and see a  stupid smile on her face. She starts walking towards the plane, and I grab her arm.

“Firstly, never ever call me baby again. I am only your finace because of my father’s stupid decision, and I am only allowing you to come on this trip because of the partnership between our companies. Secondly, if you ever, and I mean ever, speak to Meadow like that again, you would be surprised what would happen. Don’t test me, Debby.”

I let go of her hand and walk onto the plane. I see Meadow sitting by the window and take the seat opposite her. I couldn't stop staring at her.

What could I even say? Should I apologize?

She turned, and our eyes locked. The look she gave me wasn't the one I saw in the elevator; there was no lust or need. Neither was it  the look we shared in my car; there was no  affection. She was upset; she had every right to be.

I should have said something, anything, but I didn’t.

This was going to be a long weekend.