by JA Low
“I haven’t thought that far yet,” I tell her honestly.
“Tick tock, Stirling.” She grins, tapping her wrist.
“Come on you. Let’s get you home before you have me signed up for an old person’s home.”
“Can never be to prepared.” She giggles as she skips away to grab her things.
6
Audrey
I stare down at my phone and David’s name lights up the screen. I’m not sure if I’m ready to speak to him. Dior’s tried to ring me too, but I’ve ignored her also. Maybe I need to deal with this fool so I can get onto this plane tomorrow for London and forget all about him.
“What?” I answer. There is no way in the world he can mistake my tone for anything other than royally pissed off.
“Audrey. You picked up. Thank you.” He grovels, “I don’t know what you have read or seen but babe please know it’s not me in that video.” He instantly tries to cover his ass.
“Do you think I’m blind?” I ask him. This man is an idiot. “Also, Dior told Nell that you two have been screwing around on me for ages.” The phone goes silent for a long time. I pull the phone out to check if he is there, he is.
“Dior seduced me. She came on to me. She flirted with me. I don’t want her. I want you.” Is this man dense?
“You could have said no.” Pretty simple. Keep your dick out of her vagina.
“She got me drunk. I thought it was you,” he tries to justify his actions with such a pathetic excuse.
“How stupid do you think I am? You seriously think I am going to believe that? I saw the video, David. I saw everything. It was you. It was Dior. Own up to it like a man.” My voice is raising higher and higher the angrier I became.
“Why would I want Dior when I have you at home?” David whines down the phone. “She’s a slut.”
Now, don’t get me wrong, Dior is the biggest bitch known to man and I will never ever forgive her for what she has done to me. But when David called her a slut because they were having a consenting relationship even though it was wrong, I see red.
“You piece of shit. How dare you call her a slut. You’re the one in a relationship. You’re the one that had a girlfriend at home. You should have been man enough to say no. And now that you’ve been caught, she’s the slut. I’m done. We’re done. I never ever want to see you ever again!” My blood is literally boiling as I scream at him down the phone.
“Are you serious?” he screams at me. “You’re taking that dumb bitch’s side over mine?” David turns in an instant over the phone. “You think your top shit, don’t you?” he snarls down the phone. “A Davenport. Living on the Upper East Side in your castle. Where us fucking chumps have to work to make a living. We don’t have trust funds to fall back on, like you, princess.” What the hell? How fucking dare, he. “I slept with Dior because she wasn’t a fucking prude. She wasn’t a frigid bitch like you. I was only with you to raise my profile. I don’t need you. This sex tape has boosted me sky high.” I’m literally shaking at the vile words he’s spewing at me.
“Fuck you!” I scream down the phone before I hang up on him. I throw my phone across the bed while my entire body shakes with rage and hurt. I know David’s a dick and I shouldn’t believe everything he said to me on the phone, but it stings. I let that assholes words cut me. I collapse onto the bed and curl up into a ball and cry my eyes out.
Today is a new day. And today, I am flying to London.
Fuck David.
Fuck Dior.
Screw them and all of social media. Screw the trolls too. I know I’m fabulous. I don’t need no small dick man in my life. I have my best friends, a private jet and a super-hot escort across the Atlantic. My life is awesome.
“Hey, babe.” Rainn rushes up to me and pulls me into a cuddle. We’ve met at the check-in terminal of the private airport. “How are you doing?” she asks. I can see the concern written all over her face. Once I composed myself after David’s vicious phone call, I called my girls and told them everything that happened. They were shocked. Angry. There was talk about cutting off balls and sending bag of dicks to them both. But in the end, the block button ended up being the best option. I don’t care about Dior or David anymore.
“I’m fine now that you’re here,” I tell her, as I hug her tightly.
“We are going to have the best time.” Rainn grins.
“Who’s ready to party?” Nell squeals across the terminal. She’s holding up a bottle of champagne in one hand while her driver is dragging her luggage behind her.
“My babes,” Nell greets us both. “This is going to be the most epic flight across the Atlantic.” She grins. I appreciate her sentiment but I’m not feeling like the life of the party at the moment. “Hey.” Nell eyes me. “Turn that frown upside down my sister. We are going to have the most epic girls’ week in London and maybe a few other spots along the way.”
“What have you got planned?” Rainn asks gingerly.
“We’ve been invited to some of the most exclusive parties while we are in Europe.” Nell grins. “Filled with princes, billionaires, rock stars, the who’s who of Europe’s most eligible men.” She grins enthusiastically.
“Not sure if Audrey’s up to putting herself out there again,” Rainn explains to her.
“Morning ladies.” Stirling’s deep voice pulls me from the conversation. I turn around and for some reason my heart begins to beat uncontrollably in my chest. Butterflies seems to want to take flight in my stomach.
What is happening?
As I watch, Stirling walks toward us dressed like a GQ model in a white polo that molds to his body perfectly. Not skintight, but enough to show that he has an outstanding body underneath it. Navy pants that pull across thick thighs as he walks, and you know they pulled tight across a perfectly firm ass. Topped off casually with a pair of chucks, and a silver watch that sets off his tan and coordinates with his thick, corded forearms. His brown hair is slicked back, he hasn’t shaven so there’s the perfect five o’clock shadow stretched out across his jaw.
“Oh shit,” Nell groans beside me. I was so lost checking out Stirling that I didn’t see who has captured Nell’s attention. Right behind Stirling is his younger brother, Remi. Nell’s nemesis. Not sure why he is but he works with her family and is a famous polo player.
“What the hell is he doing here?” Nell asks through gritted teeth.
“Have no idea,” I tell her. Because I didn’t. Not like I have a say in who Stirling invites on the jet because it’s his jet. Remi’s wearing a white button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up, dark denim jeans, with dark brown boots. Remi’s hair is a little longer and more wispy than his brother’s. He has a deep tan from hours spent in the sun riding around and he is equally as well built as Stirling but as he’s a professional sportsman he is more defined.
“What are you doing here?” Nell comes right out and asks him.
“Couldn’t miss coming to London with you ladies.” Remi pulls down his aviator glasses and gives Nell a wink, which makes her practically shoot steam from her ears.
“Remi’s got some event to go to in London and asked if he could hitch a ride when he found out we were going,” Stirling explains to us.
“More the merrier,” I say, smiling back at Stirling.
“I knew I liked you,” Remi whispers to me as he places his arm around my shoulders. Nell watches his every movement with over exaggerated huffs. Rainn and I look at each other wondering what kind of craziness have we got ourselves into. “Heard what happened with your boyfriend,” Remi tells me as he leads me toward the private plane. “You could do so much better,” he informs me.
“Thanks.”
“You know who’s a good guy. My brother,” Remi adds before letting go of me and running up the stairs of the plane, saying hello and charming the air crew. Of course, they are immediately captivated by him, Remi’s a fun guy.
“This sucks,” Nell grumbles as she passes me up the stairs before shoving her phone into my
face for a photo. She stands and poses, and I take a couple of photos before she grabs the phone back and stomps up the stairs.
“This is going to be so much fun.” Rainn chuckles as she hands me her phone and does the same routine. Once we’ve got the shots, she follows Nell up the plane’s stairs.
“Hope you don’t mind Remi coming.” Stirling greets me at the bottom of the staircase. “I don’t think Nell is happy. I swear those two were born to annoy each other.” Ain’t that the truth. “You want me to take your photo?” Stirling asks. I hand him my phone and he takes a couple of photos of me on the jet’s stairs. #livingmybestlife.
I take one last look around the cement tarmac and the shit storm that’s brewing around me. I’ll happily take a six-hour flight from New York to London with Nell and Remi bickering over dealing with David and Dior’s mess.
7
Stirling
Turning to where my brother is sitting beside me, I say, “Don’t think Nell was happy to see you?”
“She never is.” My brother chuckles while taking a sip on his whiskey which is a little excessive for nine a.m. in the morning. I shake my head at him. “So, Audrey’s single again.” He looks at me over the lip of his glass.
“I know. What a dickhead. Rhys and I were ready to fly to Bora Bora and kick his ass for what he did to her.”
Remi’s eyes narrow on me. “Just to help Rhys out? No other reason?” My brother pushes me.
“She’s like a little sister to me,” I argue with him.
“Please, Audrey is a smoke show. There are no little sister vibes there whatsoever. But I get it; you have to tell yourself whatever you need to, to get through hanging out with her.” He grins at me knowingly.
“It’s not like that and you know it,” I argue.
“You’ve always gotten along. And now Rhys isn’t here you can hang out.” Remi grins.
“We’re friends, just like you and Nell.”
Remi bursts out laughing. “Nell and I are not friends. She tolerates me because of her family.”
“And what about you? Do you tolerate her because of her family?” I ask, pushing him. This has him laughing again.
“I tolerate her because she’s hot.”
“You’re a dick.” I punch him in the arm, which makes me burst out laughing even harder. “No wonder she can’t stand you.”
“Look, Nell is upset because I am the one that continues to rock her world and not Miles, the brother she wants.” Remi shrugs but I can see the tiny crease of disappointment on his face over it.
Looking dumb founded at my brother, I say, “Are you insane? You know messing with the boss’s daughter is a huge problem. How long has this been going on for? What the hell are you thinking? You could lose everything you have worked for if he finds out,” I explain to him.
“You don’t know anything about us.” My brother points his finger at me seriously. “There’s a long history there.” Remi’s face drops. “She isn’t even interested in me anyway. Not when Saint Miles is around.” He shakes his head. “I don’t understand what she sees in Miles anyway?” Remi huffs.
“Maybe because he’s a successful doctor, and you’re a polo playing playboy?” I answer his rhetorical question with a chuckle.
“You’re a dick, you know that?” He glares at me. Oh, shit. He was being serious with me. It’s hard to tell sometimes because Remi is always the joker, the one leading the charge for fun and mischief, so when he is serious about something sometimes it takes me a little while to catch on.
“Miles isn’t interested in her.” He pouts.
“Maybe not. But why are you interested in her?” I ask him point blank. “And do not say it’s because it’s just a little fun.”
“You wouldn’t understand.” He turns away from me.
“Try me, Rem.” He shakes his head and takes a sip of his whiskey cutting off the conversation entirely. There’s an age gap between Remi, and Miles and me. He’s only twenty-six, so there’s eight years between us and six between him and Miles. Growing up we were at different stages, so of course Miles and I naturally would confide in each other while Remi had no one because we had all moved out to college by the time he was old enough to hang out with us. Then he moved in with the Garcia family at seventeen to pursue polo and that created even more of a divide between us. It’s not until recently that we’ve reconnected with Remi as an adult, and it’s been good, even if it’s a little rocky sometimes.
I must have fallen asleep at some point because I’m woken up by loud music and screaming. Am I in a club? Rubbing my eyes trying to work out what the hell is going on? The three girls are dancing around the plane. They each have a bottle of champagne in their hands as they wave them around. What the hell happened while I was asleep?
“You woke up just in time.” Remi turns to me with a grin. “Maybe I should have brought some dollar bills with me.”
I elbow my brother for his dick comment.
“How long have they been going at it?” I ask Remi.
“Started off as a couple glasses of champagne. Then Audrey asked for shots and now we here we are. Do you think I should ask Nell for a lap dance?” Remi grins.
“Once you put on a parachute because she will push you out of this plane if you do.” This makes Remi burst out laughing. “Do you think we should stop them?” I ask, looking over at my brother.
“Are you fucking insane?” He stares at me. “Stirling, they are grown ass adults. If they want to bump and grind on each other it’s their prerogative to do so. They are letting off some steam.” Maybe he’s right. I just know that Audrey is hurting after what David and Dior did to her and this isn’t her. I mean I know she likes to party, but I never thought dancing on tables was her thing, or maybe it is. I’ve never seen this side of her before. I guess we don’t hang out in the same places so maybe this is what the girls do together.
“I’m going to go freshen up,” I tell my brother, who raises his glass up to me while keeping his eyes on the show. I make my way down the aisle to the bathroom area. I open the door and lock it shut before splashing my face with cold water. This is going to be one long ass flight if they continue this for the next however many hours there is left. I take a deep breath and head back out again. Pandemonium has ensued.
“Stirling!” Audrey squeals when she sees me walking back to my chair. Remi’s moved over to where the girls are sitting enjoying watching Nell and Rain dance together on the chairs. “We’re playing truth or dare,” Audrey informs me. “It’s your turn.” She grins.
“I’m okay.” Waving my hands up at her. “You guys play it amongst yourselves.” Audrey pouts then tries to give me some kind of puppy dog eyes to get me to join in.
“Stirling’s no fun. But I am,” Remi adds which makes the girls giggle. I shake my head at him.
“I’ve got emails to catch up on,” I explain to them, shaking my phone in Audrey’s direction. Audrey rolls her eyes and heads over to where her friends and Remi are seated. I try and concentrate on my emails, but the squeals and giggles are too much.
“I dare you to give Nell a lap dance,” Rainn tells Remi. My ears prick up at this.
“Ewww. No.” Nell squeals while crinkling up her face.
“She’s worried she’s going to like it,” Remi quips back.
“Doubt it,” Nell teases.
Rainn fiddles with her phone and next thing you know the Magic Mike anthem “Pony” starts blaring throughout the plane. Remi jumps up and starts to gyrate around. I shake my head at his antics.
“Go Remi, go Remi.” The girls chant, not that my brother needs the encouragement. I look over and he’s ripped off his shirt and is now gyrating himself all over Nell’s lap and surprisingly she looks like she’s enjoying it. Honestly, this is beyond anything I thought would be happening when I stepped on this plane this morning.
Guess it’s not a boring flight.
“Now it’s his turn.” Remi chuckles pointing in my direction.
“No.
No. No,” I stammer as the girls look over in my direction.
“Audrey give that man a lap dance!” Rainn screams out while Remi and Nell holler after her.
“No.” I wave my hand in Audrey’s direction but she’s a little to tipsy to notice my objection. The next thing I know “Toxic” by Britney Spears starts playing, and Audrey is on me.
Shit.
Her hands rest on my knees while she rubs her ass against my crotch. No. This is too much. Of course, my dick twitches to life in this moment and I’ve never wanted someone to knee me in the balls more in my life than now to make it stop sitting up and taking notice. I’m only human and when a beautiful woman is giving me a lap dance biology takes over and I can’t stop it. Think of something real quick Stirling, otherwise you are going to embarrasses yourself. Audrey then turns around and places her hands on my shoulders and then straddles me, she then presses her boobs into my face. Right, that’s enough. I don’t care if everyone else thinks this is hilarious. Rhys will murder me. I place my hands around Audrey’s waist and pick her up, she whoops and hollers thinking I’m getting into her routine until I drop her back down on the seat opposite me. The music stops and the entire plane goes quiet.
“I think that’s enough, don’t you?” I ask, looking down at Audrey, and it is in that moment, I see her face crumble. Her blue eyes well up with tears and her cheeks turn bright pink. I feel like the biggest dick. Audrey gets up and rushes to the back of the plane where the toilets are in a flood of tears.
“You’re a real jerk sometimes,” Remi sneers at me.
“How am I the bad guy here?”
“She was just blowing off some steam that’s all.” Remi’s eyes narrow. “You’re an uptight asshole, aren’t you?” He slumps down beside me, clearly upset with me.
“Rhys would kill me if he found out,” I explain to him.
“Fuck Rhys.” My brother throws his hands up in the air. “This was nothing but a bit of fun. It’s not like you’re fucking her in front of everyone.” Trust him to take it to the next level. Silence falls between the two of us, before he slowly turns his head in my direction. “Unless you want to fuck her?”
