The Pilot's Wife Novel Novels & Stories

Two days later Kirsten Herrington POV My sister’s wedding reception was a complete bust. I spent most of the day texting plane girl. She kept texting me facts and I kept trying to find it. I finally found her book two days ago. its really romance and no one has died yet, but I kept on it. It was about a couple meeting in a club they had sex, like really steamy sex. God the way she described it, I couldn’t help myself. I was half chub at the thought of doing that with her. she’s very descriptive and almost leaves nothing to the imagination.

Ivy Rivers and I had been married for three years, yet we still hadn't registered our marriage legally. Today marked the milestone of her 1,000th successful flight. It was also the 17th time she'd promised to finally register our marriage with me. But at the celebration banquet, while her direct supervisor was forcing drinks on me, she was busy exchanging dishes and toasting with her male pilot apprentice. Despite my high fever and drinking to the point of near collapse, she didn't even look my way. Numerous coworkers shook their heads and clucked their tongues, their eyes filled with sympathy as they regarded me.

A young lady stormed out of the tree shrubs and I tell you I haven't seen her before in my life. “I'm sorry, who are you?” “Your pilot, except if you don't want to see your wife again w ehave to leave now!” she shrugged… If that wa she bait… It will work for me anytime… Everyone seems to be cool with it , we really didn't have any choice.. “I told you we might need a pilot very soon, Honey!” I heard my mom voice to my father “Never knew it was going to be this early!”.My dad shrughed…

The woman gave me a dirty look for reading over her shoulder and angled the magazine away from me, flipping to a new story about a basketball star’s lavish wedding. I sighed and looked out the window. Who would ever believe that shy, cautious Emma would marry, let alone marry a billionaire on vacation? I put my own headphones on and tried to settle into the chair. It was going to be a long flight home and the ache in my heart wasn’t going to speed things up. Maybe if I fell asleep, I thought. I felt the plane bank slightly as I drifted off, Jack’s smile filling my dreams. Time to go home. ***

“Goddess divine, as much as I know you don’t care, if the name Zachary Anderson and a woman named Evelyn Anderson showed up on the flight list the paparazzi would swarm. It would be utter chaos. I’m okay with announcing you to the world as my wife, but I would like to enjoy my honeymoon first.” She glared at me for a moment before rolling her eyes and sighing in resignation. I got out of the car and held out my hand for her. She took it and stepped into the hanger. Our hands intertwined and we walked to the stairwell of the plane. I saw the pilot giving me a look before nodding to me. Walking behind her, I got to enjoy a perfect view of her ass walking up the steep steps and I took in the si

He said to his driver, mounting inside the raven 2019 Volkswagen Jetta and then they took off. And shortly, they arrive at the comfortable looking chamber, unlike the one he shares with his wife. No, he is not being any normal man because he finally has his eyes on another woman, the fact is just that his wife is a cold hearted woman who cares about nothing but her fame and crown. Everyone knows that and he can see the sympathetic glances his parents always give him whenever they are together, only they can know how empathetic his life with his wife has been and still is. There is no wrong in looking for happiness even as the years galloped by, he deserves it.

I wrap my arms around her waist, “I want the world to know you’re my wife. If I gave you the job, you wouldn’t need those interviews. You are good enough to work here, Elanor.” Ellie places her hands on the planes of my chest, “I have mixed emotions. I don’t want to hide that I’m your wife, but at the same time, I want to prove I did it on my own.” “That’s why I kept you as Elanor Davidson, but I will gladly change it to Sturgis in the future.” I tell her. The elevator dings. Ellie pulls away, “I’ll see you at lunch Mr. Sturgis.” She gives me a wink.

"It's all your fault! You bitch! If you weren't so dumb, insisting on writing that ridiculous testimony, how could things have turned out like this! My money! My cars! My house! They’re all gone! All because of you!" Jean's dream of dumping her pilot husband and seamlessly becoming a wealthy lady had shattered like glass on the ground. Only then had she realized that the love and support she thought she had had been nothing but a bubble, bursting at the slightest touch. The two had gotten into a fierce argument in the rental, and it was said they had even come to blows. In the end, Kyle, who had completely lost his sanity, had thrown Jean out like garbage, leaving her wandering the streets.

Let her walk out feeling like she won something. Now that same sentence sat differently. Not like the final word of a woman who had lost. Like the quiet warning of a woman who already knew what was coming. And had chosen to tell me anyway. Something wasn't adding up. The woman I had been married to had been careful. Reserved. Always slightly apart from the world around her, like she was watching it from a distance she had chosen for herself. I had mistaken that distance for smallness. For a life that did not extend far beyond what I could see.

Reid was still on his way to his office when he got a call from the pilot who drove Anna. He stared at his phone's screen for a while before picking up the call. "Sir, your wife just got arrested." The pilot said to him via the phone call. He took a look at the screen again to be sure it was the pilot speaking. "Did you miss the line?" He queried, squeezing his face. "Not at all sir, the corps took her away for being the culprit to the death of one Mr Jafred. I saw it with both eyes."