I woke up with my back aching and without the warm comfort of a soft blanket. I sat up and hit my head against something? How did the roof get so low?
Wait... was I in a car?
Crap. I must've fallen asleep and my jerk husband must have left me here.
He couldn't even bother to wake me up? Would that really have been so hard for him?
I glanced at the dashboard. Crap, it was 1 PM! How did I sleep for so long?
I jumped out of the car and hurried into the house.
"Miss Talia, where have you been? We have been worried sick!" Ella exclaimed when I walked in.
"Why don't you ask my husband?" I groaned, stretching my back.
"I did! He was so worried about you."
Worried enough to leave me in a car all night? "I bet he was."
"Well you must get dressed immediately! The plane is set to leave in 3 hours, meaning you have to be there in a half hour."
"What?" I yelled. Good thing I had finished packing. I just had to put my new purchases in my bags and I was set.
I took a quick shower and got changed. I found Tobias waiting for me downstairs, tapping his feet impatiently.
"You're late."
"That's because I was left sleeping in a car all nigh–" He walked out before I could finish what I was saying.
I sighed and followed him to the car. Was he planning on ignoring me the whole time?
Good. I could do the same thing.
As he drove, I couldn't help but notice how nice his hands were. His fingers were long and slim, but they still managed to look very manly.
I shifted my gaze away. What the hell was I thinking?
When we were almost at the airport, I expected him to turn into the long-term parking lot, but he didn't.
I didn't say anything, feeling a certain giddiness at the fact that he would be the cause for us missing our flight or getting a million parking tickets because we parked in the wrong spot.
But then he turned into a different lane, which I vaguely recognized.
Wait...
"Are we taking a private plane?"
"Obviously."
"Of course you would take a private jet. Can't associate ourselves with the commoners, can we?" I asked sarcastically.
"Don't your parents own a private plane?"
"Not everyone owns them, Tobias." I rolled my eyes at him.
"I didn't ask that. I was asking if yours do."
"Yes. Yes they do," I sighed.
"Then get off your high horse."
I realized he had a point there. I never considered myself as a part of my parent's lifestyle; the excessiveness of it put me off. But I had lived like that. Not that I was proud of that.
Once we were on the plane, I found the bedroom and immediately threw myself on the bed after locking the door.
I tried falling asleep, but my jeans were just so uncomfortable. I unbuttoned them and slipped them off. Ahhh... much better.
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Unholy Matrimony
RomanceTobias and Talia are complete opposites, yet thrown together in an arranged marriage. Can they navigate married life in the wake of a terrible tragedy? ***** After being pressured...
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