Leather In a heaven [Book:2] - EDITED

Chapter 2

~ Halogen Connery King ~

I hate flying. I hate flying more than I hate people.

"Flight twenty-One H, please make your way to the gate if you are flying with us first class, or business class." The fight attendant announced. Jameson and I stood, heading for the plane.

"Wait!" A high pitched squeal came from behind us.

"Taylor?" I turned to see her pushing threw a crowd of people, along with Carter, Damon, Isaac and...fuck off.

Ace.

...and Liza.

"You didn't think I was kidding did you!?" Taylor said with a grin on her lips. The other night, at dinner. I told them that Jameson and I were going to Italy on vacation for a week. Taylor said she was going to join us.

I assumed she was kidding.

"I hoped you where." I murmured, not bothering to give Ace a glance.

Look at him.

Dressed in a t-shirt and shorts, the wedding ring on his finger, the Rolex on his wrist.

Ugh! Everything he does makes me hate him more.

"We should hurry. Are you guys taking Ace's plane?" I asked, hoping the answer was yes.

"No." Fuck. "The plan is getting a service." Rich people problems I guess.

"Great." I said as I caught Ace's eyes. "Do you guys have your tickets?" I checked. I shook my hand with my passport in it around.

"I do." Jameson, smiled down at me, wrapping his hand round my waist and kissing my temple. I smiled up at him, as he kept his hand on my waist.

"Yep." Everyone else replied, showing they had their tickets. Just as we turned to start walking to the plane, Ace pushed past us splitting Jameson and I up.

"Oh sorry guys." He faked innocence.

Oh Ace AltoBelli, your messing with the wrong woman. And you know it.

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"So I need to sit beside other people?" Liza looked down at the row of high paying customers, who I'm sure would much rather be on a private jet than be stuck beside her snobby ass.

"She reminds me of a fucking poodle." Carter whispered in my ear as she moved past me. I bit my lip to stop myself from laughing then reached up placing my bag on the overhead.

But my watch caught on the lock of the compartment. I pulled my hand back trying to set it free, forgetting about the bag.

Just before it could fall. Someone caught it.

Well, two people.

"I've got it." Jameson said, pushing the bag back.

"I have it too." Ace countered.

"I'm her husband."