✿ Reid's POV
Aileen has my head spinning in about ten different directions. I'm working—or I'm supposed to be. Mostly I'm just replaying everything that's happened over the past few days and picking it apart like a man obsessed.
This isn’t like me.
Why is she fucking with my head?
It's one thing to know what I want and to pursue it relentlessly.
That is what I do.
No, it's who I am.
I work hard. Make things happen. I know how to charm, enchant, captivate, and mesmerize to get what I want and meet my goals.
That’s the secret to my success.
And to prevent anyone from saying that I've never worked a day in my life but have everything handed down to me, that's why I refused to take over my father's company. That's why I started my own company. And that too in a different line of business.
Landscape Architecture.
Completely different from running an oil company.
But with Aileen, it's different.
I can't work hard. I can't make things happen. And my charm does nothing to mesmerize her.
I frown and click away from the engagement pictures I'm looking through.
Ah, what the fuck do I care?
Why was I sitting here agonizing over what to do about her? I was putting a lot of mental energy into a girl I just wanted to fuck a few times.
Except, maybe—
Nope, that wasn’t it. Feelings need not apply.
“Excuse me, can you tell me how many miles are on this plane?” her voice startles me a bit and I look up from my laptop.
The flight attendant smiles.
“Aircraft don’t have miles. They have flight hours.”
I can see Aileen swallowing down her impatience.
“Okay, then how many flight hours are on this plane?”
The flight attendant tilts her head, understandably puzzled by her question.
“I’d have to ask the captain, miss.”
For the next hour, Aileen barely moves. She doesn't speak and holds herself as if breathing too hard or somehow jostling the plane will make it fall out of the sky.
I reach for my iPad but put it back. I open a book, hoping to get lost in whatever but I can’t seem to focus.
Why did I even listen to her and not book a first class flight like always?
“How is there no movie on this flight?” I say to myself, glaring at the screenless seat back in front of me.
“Maybe they’re hoping your life flashing in front of your eyes will be distraction enough.”
“She lives” I turn and look at her. “Won’t speaking upset the barometric pressure in the cabin or something?”
She makes a face at me, clinging to the armrest as if her very life depends on it.
“I haven’t ruled it out.”
I chuckle. After she speaks, it’s like the stillness spell is broken. Aileen's knee bounces with nervous energy, her fingers tap against the drink tray until even the sweet old lady nearby is giving her a dirty look. She smiles in apology.
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To Capture A Bride
Romance|Updates every Tuesdays| "Come with me." I laugh and wipe the beads of sweat off my forehead. "And why would you think I'd go anywhere with you?" I ask. He fills his cheeks with air and glances at the time on his watch, before slipping his hands s...
