City Of Need

🔥🔥🔥 38 ❤️‍🔥 Bound

Roxy

'There's something wrong with this seat belt. The damn thing won't buckle up,' I tell London as I struggle in my seat. The plane is tiny. More like a bus with wings on. He's folded up in the seat next to me, his head almost touching the ceiling of the plane.

Turning to me he takes each side of the belt and clicks it together instantly. Then pulls the strap of it making it super tight.

He grins.

I roll my eyes.

His eyes darken, the way that they do when he's letting me know I'm pushing my luck.

I stare out of the window. Trying to calm myself after the rush around the airport to buy him a dry t-shirt and jeans. He was still damp from the flood at the club when I met him at the airport. We ended up grabbing him three pairs of jeans, six t-shirts, a pair of kicks, some underwear, a toothbrush and a cabin sized suitcase.

My guess is he's thinking we'll both be back in London within the week. My leg starts jumping. It always happens when I'm nervous like this. All three times in my life that I've been this nervous anyway.

What am I doing walking back into the lion's den? How did I possibly think this was a good idea? Taking my on my Father and my brothers is one thing, but to bring London along? 'This is crazy,' I say out loud not meaning to.

London squeezes my hand.

I have to do this. I have to make up for all the ridiculous shit I've got myself into over the last six months. It's annoying though, just at the point where I'd stopped seeking attention from my ex-boyfriend, and validation from my father at what a crazy bitch I am, I end up on some crappy gossip site. I've put Lilah in danger... and London... and even Mac, my ex, who I shouldn't care about but hell, he's my sister's boyfriend now, she'll be devastated if anything happens to him.

The plane starts to rattle along the runway. I hate flying. The noise of it. The violence needed for the wheels to peel away from the earth and meet the sky.

London squeezes my hand tighter.

What if something happens to him because of me? I'm not just talking about his career but his actual life. My Father is a bad man. My brothers, as far as I can make out, are feral.

The noise of the plane is calming down, and instead of being pulled upwards into the sky we are floating across it. Still my leg jumps up and down.

'Baby Doll,' London murmurs.

'Yeah?'

'I want you.'

'I want you too,' I smile back at him.

'No, I mean, I want you now. Like right now.'

'You mean here?' I look around at the packed plane. 'They'd throw us out.'

'I don't think they're allowed to do that, Baby,' he laughs softly.

'But here? With everyone watching?'

He eyes me, his smirk growing. 'Whilst it would be spectacular to have you in front of an audience and though I know you like to be my exhibition, that would be a little impractical.' He gestures to his knees jammed against the chair in front. 'No, I was thinking of the bathroom.'

'The bathroom? Do you know how tiny those bathrooms are?'

He smirks down at me. 'You're tiny, Baby Doll. We don't need that much room.'

'I can't,' I hiss.

He frowns, his jaw ticking and he turns away looking over his shoulder.

Did I displease him?