Xandry

XANDRY

“Tell me again why should I come with you?” I asked my cousin, Pyke one more time as he pulled his car to a halt at the private airport and directly onto the tarmac. If he didn’t barge into my apartment and pick me up by himself I didn’t have a plan on going with them because I was still far from ready to face Camila again. Besides, I sent him a message that I couldn’t make it, but Pyke is Pyke—he didn’t buy my excuse.

“Have you not apologized?” he asked back, grabbing my dark brown leather duffel bag from the backseat of his car while I ambled defeated at his back.

“I did, but—”

He stood up, closed the door a little bit with force, sighed, and gave me a sympathetic looked. “Xandry, she forgave you, and don’t beat yourself up. Camila has the kindest heart on the planet, and whether you like it or not you’re still coming with me. End of discussion.” Pyke hastened to the jet waiting for us.

“I know, but they’re not my family, and I’m not comfortable around them.” Or maybe I am, but the guilt is overpowering me.

He stopped, turned to face me, and smirked. “Really? And where are you comfortable with?”

I smirked back. “In between women, tits, pussies, and asses. Should I go on?”

“Behave there, asshole. You will not stick your dick around anyone who has a hole. Don’t put us in trouble again, Xandry. I mean it.” He turned and climbed up the airstair of the jet with HugKingWill printed in red—it would be too long to write the Hughes, King, and Williams.

“Welcome aboard, Mr. Williams!” The flight attendant not older than I gestured her hand to the aisle. I’d traveled by this jet more than I could count since Williams merged its forty-five percent share to the Hughes and King industries two years ago. Dad had a restaurant business with Uncle Hawk as well.

Speaking of the attendant, she was cute with cat-like eyes, but I promised Pyke to behave and not create troubles, so I just gave a polite smile and muttered thank you.

I sauntered to the massive lounge area where everyone was already sitting in the long elegant cream leather seats on both sides. A muted flat-screen, flashing foreign exchange rates mounted on the glossy cherry wood veneer wall. A single red tulip on white porcelain slim vase and a laptop on top of the dark red glossy square table.

Camila was already sitting on Pyke’s lap and kissing his head like they had not seen for over a year. Kyland Wright, Pyke’s bar manager, and his close friend was lying on the long comfort sofa.

Camila shifted her gaze in my direction, eyes glowing with warm fuzzies. “Oh, hey, Xandry! Thought you ran away,” she said with a laugh, stood up, and walked toward me.

My brow slowly cocked when Camila grabbed my hand and dragged me out of the lounge. I forced myself to follow her to the two-row seats where we were going to settle throughout the flight.

“Guys, let’s go to the seat and buckle up. We’re taking off in a few minutes,” Pyke announced.

The captain’s voice echoed overhead simultaneously, announcing the jet would take off in thirty minutes.

“Thank you for coming, Xandry!” Camila smiled genuinely, taking a seat beside Pyke across mine.

legs on the

if Pyke didn’t drag your ass out of your apartment, will you still come

a message that I have to run

you mean an errand is

“Pyke!” Camila scolded.

man!” Kyland yelled.

apologized.” She exhaled.

he still bet on you.” He

I scoffed at Kyland’s

moment we were

her cousin. Kyland wanted to say something but shut his mouth up,

I understood him for being protective of her. If someone did that to Saphoera, I’d gone ballistic and choked him to

that I couldn’t quite put my finger on by

Jealousy?

and adulthood, I never experienced a boyfriend-girlfriend relationship. It was my choice. One time, I saw Saphoera crying because of a guy she had a crush on asked her friend for a date instead of her— she cried all night. It turned out

than anything, though she was nosy of my personal business and bitchy most of the time, I knew what she was doing was for my

she found out what I did to Camila

half hours to the hometown of Kyland’s fiancee, Bianca. According to Pyke, Kyland’s mom and Bianca arrived yesterday. I drew the shield down to block the sun. My plan was to sleep throughout the flight since I didn’t have a woman with me to cuddle like

maybe a rooster crowing to wake me up in the morning—no warm thighs, perky tits, and soft skin were draping

***

woke up straight into the unfamiliar surrounding. The humming of the pressurized cabin pulled

You might wanna freshen up.” Camila settled back to her seat and

and rubbed my sleepy

are you still—”

around?” My eyebrow

her eyes. “I was about to say, sowing your wild oats. You haven’t met your the one, Xandry. Just saw you know, I was glad that you made a bet with Pyke, not that I’m saying what you did was right, but I didn’t have the courage to admit that I like him with or without knowing about the bet.”

go again, the confrontation that I always hated. I breathed deeply. “I’m glad. And

“And you lost your car.” She

scratched my scalp unknowingly. “Yeah, you know I love that car. It was Saph’s birthday gift, and Pyke knew

“Sorry, Saph must be

of the car though, but for what I did to you.”

“I can’t give it back to you, Xandry.

it back, Cam. That was meant to be yours.

close to

much and I don’t think I’d survive if something would happen to her. And I will do everything for her.” And I can’t let her feel when I’m hurt because of my failing relationship that’s why I avoided it at all costs.