The tension in the limo could be cut with a knife. I sat as far as possible from Ethan, forcing myself to stick to the door on the opposite side. Ethan, however, rolled his eyes at my behaviour then turned back to his phone, tapping away. Internally, I was fighting the urge to throw his iPhone out the window just to bring out a reaction from him. How could he be so...emotionless? I glared at him, sending imaginary lasers at his head.
"Do you want anything?" Ethan asked, his eyes still on the screen.
"No," I said clenching my teeth.
"Then can you stop f*cking staring at me?"
My anger bubbled up with in me. I slammed my hands on the leather seat with frustration. "I just don't get it. You really don't care about what happened last night?"
"Not at all but I can see you care too much," he snapped back at me. "Get over it. We had sex. That's it."
"No, Ethan. That's not it!" I yelled. "We crossed a line that shouldn't even exist."
He let out an annoyed growl. "I thought you were fine in the lobby. Why are you now angry?"
I faltered which Ethan took as a sign of defeat. Again, he want back to his phone causing me to become even more p*ssed than I was already. I rolled down my window and whether due to anger or adrenaline, I snatched Ethan's precious phone from his grasp. Holding it dangerously near the window, I glared at him. "Why, Ethan?"
"I swear if you-" he snarled, looking as if he was debating whether or not to get the phone from me.
"Why did you have sex with me?" I repeated.
"I don't f*cking know! Now, give me my phone."
I dangled it outside. "That's not an answer."
"Ashley, what do you f*cking want from me?!"
"An answer."
"For f*ck sake," he swore before lunging at me. This was proven to be a mistake as the phone slipped out of my grasp and dropped outside the car. The sound of the fall was followed by a cold crunch of a car going over it. I froze, afraid of my life. Well done, Ashley. You've f*cked up. Ethan seemed to vibrate with anger, his fury rolling off him in waves. He moved off me but his eyes were trying to burn me alive as he glared at me.
"You f*cking b*tch," he seethed, pronouncing each word slowly. "Are you that worked up over last night that you would destroy my phone?" I couldn't speak. He leaned forward, grabbing my jaw with his hands, but instead of putting a blush on my face, I grew paler. The pressure on my jaw wasn't enough to hurt but enough to get his point across. "I swear if you ever do something like that again, I will ruin your life and there will be no place on Earth you could run to that would protect you from me. Do you understand?"
I nodded, my eyes wide in terror. F*ck.
"Now, give me your phone." I did as he asked without a complaint. He dialed a number which picked up in a matter of seconds. "Hello... It's Ethan... I need two phones ready at the airport... Yeah... Back mine up... Thank you... Yeah. Bye."
"Two phones?" I said confused.
"Yes, two," Ethan replied menacingly. "One for me and one for you."
"What do you mean for-"
Before I could finish my question, my phone was flying out the window. My mouth dropped in shock. He had some nerve and the look on his face told me he had no regrets.
"I hate you," I hissed at him.
"I feel exactly the same way. And like you said, that was the first and last time we have sex. It's not worth going through all this."
"You're right," I agreed, still p*ssed. "It's not worth it at all."
*****
We arrived at the airport where a man stood waiting for us with two iPhone boxes. "As you asked, Mr. Holt," he said.
"Thank you," Ethan replied politely before taking them. He handed one of the boxes to me then strode away to enter the jet. I hurried after him, wondering whether I should thank him or be furious that he destroyed my original phone on purpose. Unlike the last time, he didn't surprise me with a plane ticket and allowed me to board his private plane. His silence, on the other hand, unnerved me as it usually meant he had something planned out.
We didn't exchange any words, leaving me with enough time to understand how to use my new phone. Most of my contacts were already on it somehow so my annoyance with the d*ck decreased but it didn't stop me from send the occasional glare at him. However, the dangerous look I received from him soon put an end to it.
Then there was the silence.
I shifted in my seat, not enjoying the quietness. Ethan let out a sigh of annoyance then got up and left through a door, leaving me alone. I could tell he couldn't stand my presence and I didn't feel comfortable in his. My phone luckily began ringing, giving me something to do.
"Hello?"
Someone coughed before answering. "Hi, Ashley," Diana said suspiciously.
"What is it?" I asked.
"Well..." she began laughing like a lunatic.
"Give the phone to me," her boyfriend muttered. "Ashley?"
"Yes, Liam?"
"Have you spoken to your brother or May?"
"Of course she hasn't," Diana yelled from wherever she was.
My suspicion rose. "Should I be worried?"
"I don't know. Should she?" Liam wondered.
I heard rustling until Diana decided to yell down the phone. "YOU'RE GOING TO BE AN AUNT!"
My heart stopped beating for a second. "What?"
"An aunt. You're going to be an aunt. May's pregnant!"
"What the actual f*ck? How did this happen? Where's my f*cking brother? I'm going to f*cling kill-" I cursed until Diana hung up on me.
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