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“So why?—”
“Ah--” she said, “You didn't change it, but... it's her. It's also the reason why you're calling me. Also, the reason why you lost your temper. Maybe on all of this, you're not even angry with her, especially now that you realize why she did it and that she was acting in your best interest.”
“So you’re saying the person I'm really angry with is myself?” I asked.
“Yes,” she replied. “That is exactly what I am saying. You don’t agree?”
It took me a while to decide on how I was going to respond to this, yet nothing felt suitable. Or more accurately, nothing seemed like it wouldn’t bruise my ego.
“Hunter?” Piper called.
“I don’t disagree,” I said, and she went silent.
“Are you taking me for a fool here?” she asked dryly.
“No,” I took the question seriously. “I see what's happening. And it wasn't what I intended from the start. I just... maybe this entire trip was a bad idea. All vacations are usually this way. What a fucking distraction!”
“Distractions aren't the worst things in the world, Hunter,” she said. “You're human. These desires... the fact that you couldn't resist her... that's what makes you human. And moreover, you're not usually like this with most people or anyone else for that matter. Why ignore it? Why trivialize it?”
These questions I had absolutely no answer to.
Chapter Thirty-Two
Madison
There were so many perks to being with a billionaire. For instance, now we had just arrived at the tarmac and had a private plane waiting. His private plane.
We had flown into Bangkok on it, and back then, I had been too scared to take a picture. Worried more than anything of seeming uncultured. I had told myself that on this trip to Phuket, I would do it, but then here I was flying to Phuket with him a few days later, and I still couldn't take a photo.
He was ahead of me, acting like he had been all morning, as though I didn't exist. So, the least thing I imagined he would want was me taking a shot of his plane. I didn't want to aggravate him even further, and this time around, it wasn't even because I was worried I was going to get fired. At this point, I didn't even care if I got fired or not.
Perhaps it would be better if I did because if I had been expecting not to be affected by him after we had slept together and to be able to carry on as we had previously, no matter what happened, then I must have been deluded. Because I was sick to my stomach.
He wasn’t rude to me, but I had never felt so invisible. Not even when he truly didn’t notice my existence. But then at least he had spoken to me like I was his secretary. So far, he hadn’t said a word.
Sighing, I stopped for a moment on the stairs and truly considered just quitting. Perhaps it would be best for me to just quit and return to the city. Perhaps that was what he wanted. Perhaps that was why he was icing me out.
“Miss Parish,” the air hostess called from the entrance to the plane, and I looked up at her.
“We’re leaving,” she smiled. “Please come on board.”
I looked at her and then glanced towards the windows. Met his gaze then, and it was only for a moment. Not because he looked away, but because I did. Because my heart jumped in my chest, and because I couldn’t stand it.
Nodding, I continued heading up with my luggage in hand, and she took it from me. I went with her and was soon seated opposite him while she stored my hand luggage away. I put my seatbelt on, looked ahead at the captain’s door, and the doors were shut.
He was going through his phone, but I couldn't dare exhibit the same nonchalance, so I remained still and gave all my mental and emotional energy into deciphering how I was going to resolve this.
Soon we took off, and she came over with refreshments. I picked up a can of tea while he, on the other hand, accepted the flute of champagne she offered.
I turned away then and thought, and as soon as she was out of the vicinity, I spoke.
“Sir…” I said. “This is your vacation. And it is the first one you'll be having in a very long while. I really don't want to put a dent on it, so… maybe when we arrive, I can go my own way for the next two days till we have to return?”
What followed after my words was complete silence, but I knew that he had looked up from his phone and was now watching me.
“Do you know why I was mad at you yesterday?” he asked.
“Yes, Sir,” I replied without looking at him.
