26 Nikki

Opening my eyes fully, I let my vision settle and my stomach calm as I sit up all the way, noticing Bronson is no longer holding me, but I am laying on some kind of bed, alone in a cabin-type bedroom. It’s small, holding only a bed, and small closet. I stand rubbing my temples, realizing I must have fallen asleep at some point.

He was holding me. Bronson Fortworth, the man I am attempting to play in order to get nice and close to him, only to rob him with my team of experts from the inside, was holding me.

A large part of me felt like an idiot, like a damsel in distress that can’t even tie her own shoes. The other part of me never wanted him to let go.

I never knew I had this fear of flying, hell I live in New York where I spot planes coming and going like people mulling around in the faceless void of the streets. But this was different. A panic like I’ve never felt before paralyzed me. It was like I could feel my body shutting down but couldn’t do a thing about it.