Chapter 7

Five months later…

Cassie drank her second vodka cranberry while relaxing in a cozy leather chair in the Colleen Aviation waiting area. She was an anxious flier to begin with, so the fact that she was attempting to disrupt Nathan's wedding one week before the big day added to her anxiety.

She drank two vodkas—one to calm her worries about what she was about to do to Nathan and the other to prevent panic when she was thirty thousand feet in the air speeding through the ether in a tin can. She wasn't simply anxious when she flew; she actually detested flying and tried to avoid it at all costs.

Driving the eight hundred miles to the wedding was not an option, but Colleen Aviation, a relatively new client, had offered her first-class seats on one of their brand-new domestic commercial flights. If she didn't feel like she was crammed in like livestock on the way to the slaughtered, perhaps she would like flying more.

Her empty glass was removed from the little table in front of her by an approaching waiter.

She said, "Can I get you something else?"

"I'll have another one of those," Cassie said.

The waitress gave a nod before leaving. Cassie was unconcerned with the tall, attractive woman's opinion of her early afternoon drinking spree. Without some liquid courage, there was no way she could board that aircraft. If she was fortunate, she would doze off and skip the entire grueling trek.

She looked through her purse in search of the calming pills that her roommate had recommended. Tiffany had sworn by them because they were herbal and had no bothersome medicines that would have interfered with her ability to drink. Four of the tiny green pills were shaken into Cassie's hands from the bottle. When the waitress came back with her drink, Cassie downed the tablets with a big gulp.

Cassie had intended to arrive early so she could have some drinks in her before boarding even though her flight wasn't for another hour. She was also a little anxious about arriving on time. She detested being late, therefore she always showed up at least 30 minutes early. While she waited, she took out her phone to check some emails but was sidetracked by a text from Nathan.

They had maintained their relationship, and occasionally, Nathan would send her a lewd text telling her how much he missed her and what he wanted to do to her when he next saw her. Cassie had considered sending him some explicit selfies, but she was better behaved than that. After all, she worked in PR and was aware of the potential consequences if anything like that fell into the wrong hands.

Hey Bae, it's Nathan I'm eager to see you. I must talk to you right away. is going to pick you up at the airport.

Her eagerness caused her stomach to quiver. She and Nathan needed to speak. That could only suggest that he was interested in her opinion on whether or not to proceed with the wedding. She had the opportunity to play all of her cards.

Okay, so that could not necessarily imply that he was reconsidering his decision to wed Ainsley, but a girl could dream, couldn't she? In addition, the booze and herbal pills were causing her mind to become sluggish, and she was thinking about all the immoral things she wanted to do to Mr. Nathan Greg.

She chuckled as she reclined in the chair. She closed her eyes, inclined her head to the ceiling, and allowed her hair to flow down over the back of her chair. Her mind conjured up lovely scenarios in which Nathan would declare his everlasting love for her and insist on being married to her rather than Ainsley as she gripped her phone to her breast. She pictured Ainsley walking up the aisle with Nathan by her side, her exquisite little face wrinkled up in ugly sobs. Oh, she did recognize Ainsley Rusch's appearance perfectly. For the previous six months, she had tracked the bitch online using Google, and she was eager to remove the smug grin off her attractive face.

She heard a deep voice say, "Thanks, Madeline," from behind her, and her skin erupted in goosebumps all over her body. Despite not hearing that voice for months, she was familiar with it. She had been kept warm on many lonely evenings by the recollection of the way it poured over her when he was completely enclosed inside of her. Irish. Her hair fell like a veil about her face to give her the appearance of anonymity as she shifted in her seat to catch sight of him.

He appeared to be on the phone with her while turning his back on her. His arse neatly complemented his cut suit pants, and his shoulders were just as broad as she recalled them to be. He dropped the phone from his ear and put it into his pocket while she watched, then turned around. She sank down in her chair and looked away so he wouldn't see her. Her pants felt curiously damp and her heart was racing, but perhaps those were simply the effects of the drink and the happy pills. She hoped he hadn't seen her when she closed her eyes. In her drunken state, she didn't think she would be able to fight him off if he tried the same trick he had that evening at the pub. Regardless of her feelings for Nathan, her body still recalled Irish and how he had made her feel, and it was all in preparation for another encounter with him. She was aware that as soon as she set eyes on his radiant green eyes, she would melt into a puddle at his feet.

After cutting off his phone call to Madeline, Brian put his phone in his pocket. Finally operational, the airline seems to have received a warm reception from the general population. Despite the fact that he would have been more comfortable in his private aircraft, he had made the decision to board a commercial trip in order to experience what his paying clients were going through.

He motioned to the waitress that he wanted to get a drink as he turned to look around the waiting area. He completely turned to look at the waterfall of red hair that slid down the back of one of the couches when he saw a flash of rose gold. At the sight, he felt his cock stiffen, and he sadly shook his head. The remembrance of that evening still evoked strong emotions in him even six months later.

He couldn't help but be pulled to the woman with the red hair. Since their last encounter, he had noticed himself continuing to do the same thing. He would have to follow the woman to make sure it wasn't her when he saw a flash of red that was identical to the color of her hair when he was going down the street or at a bar.

He approached the woman and the vacant chair next to her.

She turned her face toward him in response to his question, "Is this seat taken?" His heart beat three times before he ceased breathing.

He inhaled, "Blue," and slid onto the vacant chair next to her.

She gave him an anxious glance as her heart raced in her throat and her eyes blinked quickly.

She greeted him with a gentle, husky "Hello, Irish," just as he recalled. It's been a while.

He ought to be angry, but instead, he was simply so unbelievably happy to have found her once more. One night with her had not been sufficient, and in the months that had followed, he had failed to find it in himself to pursue anybody else.

He was unable to hide his dismay as he replied, "You didn't call."

She lowered her eyes from his and gave a sorry expression. She said, "I know, I'm sorry. He looked down at her empty glass and noticed the scarlet dregs at the bottom as she spoke a bit mumbled. How many had she had, he pondered.

He didn't want to scare her away because he had just reconnected with her by asking, "So, what are you doing here?"

He observed her watery eyes and dilated pupils as she raised her head to face him. In answer, he scowled, fearing that she was inebriated once more.

"Long story," she began, "but I'm on my way to break up a wedding and steal the groom."

He scowled, "Is this the jackass that dumped you?" He was forced to do it. How could a lady of her intelligence and beauty be content to settle for a jerk like her ex?

She bowed. This weekend, Nathan is getting married, and I plan to stop it.

He stopped as soon as he understood what she was saying. Nathan was tying the knot. It's impossible, right?

"Nathan?" He queried. He was asked, "What's his last name?"

She said, "Greg," with a silly grin, "Nathan Greg."

As the waitress delivered him his drink, he fought back a moan.

He said, "How many has she had?"

"That's her third," the waitress said.

He gave a firm nod. "No more for her," he commanded. But please, could you fetch her a glass of water?

He gave the waitress a nod, and she followed his instructions by leaving. All of his employees were aware of his identity, but they also understood that he preferred they not reveal it in the open. Brian preferred to maintain a low profile despite being one of Australia's youngest millionaires. His vice president served as the company's spokesperson in all of the advertising for his airline. He didn't want to be recognized on the street, it was the last thing he wanted. He itched just from the mere notion of it.

He couldn't help but smile at Blue's pout as she whimpered, "I don't want water," as the waitress left.

He questioned, "Don't you think you've had enough to drink though?"

"Liquid courage," she said with gusto. I dislike flying.

At her, he scowled. You didn't consume anything else along with your beverage, did you? She would be this crazy with only three beers, he worried.

She chirpily responded, "Just my happy pills," and held out a bottle.

He grabbed it from her and exhaled a sigh of relief when he saw they were just herbal. She wouldn't be in danger if she combined them with booze, but the effects had definitely been amplified.

When the waitress came back with a glass of water, Brian graciously accepted it from her. Blue was handed it over to, and he exhorted her to finish it all. He lifted her glass and set it down on the table when she had finished the last bite.

What huge scheme do you have to prevent this wedding, then? His intestines burned at the thought that his Blue was fixated on a cocksucker like his stepbrother Nathan, so he inquired nonchalantly.

She said loudly, I don't know, she said. However, he just contacted me to say that he needed to chat with me, so perhaps he has already chosen to cancel.

While sipping his drink, Brian was aware that his stepbrother was not acting in this manner. He probably wanted to set aside some time for them to be alone so he could fuck her before getting married to his future wife.

He remarked, "You know what you need to do," as the thought occurred to him. You must make him envious. Let him experience what he is missing.

She chewed her bottom lip, "Oh, I don't know," she answered. He wanted to suck that lip between her teeth into his mouth because it made his cock leap.

It's a fantastic concept, he exclaimed with enthusiasm. "He is going to obtain whatever he wants right now. He still gets to get his gorgeous piece of arse on the side because of his wife's connections.

She smirked, "You still think my arse is hot?"

He knelt down and quieted himself before approaching her ear and whispering. I want to grab two handfuls of your hot arse and pound my cock into your moist pussy because I think it's so sexy. He used his tongue to follow the outline of her ear, then he nibbled her neck just below her earlobe.

Her lips were parted, and she let out a little gasp as her breath caught. He cherished the fact that he could make her feel that way with only a few words. She may have believed she loved Nathan, but her body had other ideas. His approach caused her pulse to quicken and her nipples, which were peaked and visible through the filmy satin of her shirt. He only needed to demonstrate to her that she truly desired him and not his a$$ stepbrother.

She said in a trembling voice, "You shouldn't say things like that to me Irish.

He simply grinned at her and reclined in his chair while gazing lasciviously at her. Oh, I believe you enjoy it, and I think I'm the ideal man to show your ex what he's been missing, he remarked in a smoky voice.

He would actually like it. Nathan acted as though the world owed him anything simply for existing, and the little snot appeared to have everything fall into his lap. Brian would do all in his power to prevent Blue from picking up on his sliminess. She had been sleeping with him intermittently for years, but it neatly slipped his memory. He simply wouldn't give it any thought. Blue belonged to him, and he wanted to retain her.

Cassie buckled her seatbelt, making careful to tighten it, and they sat down in the little jet's extremely comfy seats. Although she didn't really care, Irish had managed to charm the airline staff into giving him the seat next to her. She might even be able to make it through this flight without freaking out because of how distracting his presence was.

From the time he sat down in the chair in the living room, Irish had derailed her plans. Her body reacted in unexpected ways just being in his presence, and the sinfully wonderful things he said in her ear almost had her grab him and kiss the daylights out of him. Not to mention how his tongue and lips felt on hers, as well as how his gorgeous beard touched her skin and caused her pants to flood.

He was now eager to assist her in making Nathan envious. How was she going to get through that?