Soar With Me (✔️)

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫: 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲-𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞

Warren

Evelyn isn't coming.

It's half past ten and she's still at her apartment while I'm waiting in the parking lot for her.

I dial her number for the seventh time, listen to it ringing, and then get sent to voicemail.

Just as I'm about to enter the building, a car pulls into the driveway and stops with a screech. The blaring horn deafens my ears and I'm close to strangling whoever it is.

Grinch steps out wearing shades. His tall muscular physique is clad in a blue button shirt and black slacks. His eyes look back at his car and catch me in the periphery. In a second he's walking toward me with grave determination.

"I've been meaning to talk to you." Taking off his shades he hooks them in the front of his shirt.

"More like threaten me."

"What's up with this Vermont shit? Why are you taking Evelyn there?"

No wonder best friends are annoying. That's why I only have one.

"To be with her," I state truthfully.

The ice in his eyes thaws a little as his shoulders straighten. "She better not return in tears."

The warning hangs in the air but the animosity between the two of us has abated.

"She won't."

"You two better not be fighting!" Evelyn comes rolling her giant black suitcase. Miles is beside her smiling.

"I was calling you," I complain as soon as she's close to me.

"I'm sorry. Miles was throwing a fit and I was busy assuring him that I'll be okay." She says.

My eyes drop to Miles who stands next to Evelyn. I bend down and give him a scratch to which he grins.

"I promise she's fine with me," I mutter and he watches me carefully.

Ivan takes Miles in his car after Evelyn spends another five minutes calming him. As the car goes, Miles looks at us from the backseat. I can't hold my laughter at his tactic.

Tristan puts Evelyn's massive suitcase in the trunk and we hit the road. One hour late to the schedule I had planned.

"You do know that we are going for three days." My eyes stop at the gold earrings that I brought to her from Paris.

"Yes. There are only a few things in it.

"Few?" My voice comes out a little squeaky and Evelyn breaks into chortles.

"A girl has a lot of stuff."

"I'm seeing that." I sneak a glance at the suitcase and frown in confusion. What the fuck did she pack?

"Oh stop it!" Evelyn swats my arm playfully and I look back at her.

My eyes trail over the tight jeans that hug her curves and long legs. The white button-up is neatly tucked inside her jeans, with her sleeves rolled up to her elbow.

Even in simple attire, she looks so fucking beautiful. That it seems unreal that she's real.

"What?"

I blink at her question. "You look beautiful."

Her cheeks quickly redden with blush and instead of uttering a sassy comment she turns her head and looks out of the window.

After a long hectic drive, we arrive at the airport. Tristan parks the car near the jet.

I get out and then help Evelyn who stares at the jet in shock. "I knew you were rich but damn."