“Of course I would.”
He frowns before a cheeky smile pulls at his lips. “What have you done with my girlfriend?”
“Shut up!” I push on his shoulder, stepping away from him, but he grabs my hand and pulls me into him, planting his lips on mine as he wraps his arms around my neck.
“Go, Pix. I know you will always come back to me.” He cranes his neck back to look down at me. “I love you.”
We’re late. So late that we are those people. The ones that run through the airport with their boarding passes in hand, shouting at people to move.
Classy, I know.
I’m out of breath as I lug my suitcase behind me, praying we make it to our gate on time. We would have been here early if Lucy didn’t decide to try a new colour. She now has bright pink hair instead of pastel pink. She FaceTimed Scarlet and gave her an earful about how she followed her directions, and it hadn’t worked. She was mortified and now has a cap pulled over the bright roots. It’ll fade in the sun—we hope.
The girls veer off as we pass our gate.
“Girls!” I yell, looking between the gate and then back to the direction they are running. I stand panting and out of breath, a sharp pain shooting through my gut. I haven’t had a stitch in years.
Serves me right running on a stomach full of Prosecco.
I take off after them, yelling for them to slow down.
“Come on, sugar tits. You don’t want to keep them waiting,” Megan quips.
“Them? Guys, we’ve missed the gate.”
They chuckle to each other as if that’s the funniest thing they have ever heard. It gives me a chance to catch up with them.
The corridor opens up, and we come to a lounge area. It’s over-the-top luxury and filled with five faces I was not expecting to see.
Mase approaches me, his hand going to my waist.
His lip twitches. “Happy holiday, Pix.”
The cocky bastard.
Lucy stops beside us. “Surprise!”
“Tell me I didn’t just give him world-class going away head when he is coming with me?”
THIRTY-THREE
Nina
They were all in on it: Charlie, Elliot, Lance, Scarlet and the girls. Was I the only one who didn’t know? I would be lying if I said I wasn’t a little disappointed. As much as I want to get away with everyone, what I wanted and needed was a girls’ trip.
Mase hasn’t stopped smirking at me the entire flight—and it’s a long one. Spain turned out to be a decoy and we are currently on our way to Bora Bora on the company’s private plane.
He thinks he’s hilarious, and he kind of is. He got me on my knees with his sulking, and it didn’t take a lot. I give myself a mental slap for being so stupid. As if he would be so chilled with me leaving him for a week.
“You’re glaring,” Elliot mutters in my ear.
He steps around me and drops into the empty seat next to me.
“Why does he have to look so smug? And why was I the only one who didn’t know? It’s Lucy’s birthday. She is the one who should have been surprised.” I’m moany and ungrateful, but I hate that they didn’t tell me.
“You would have come along if he asked?”
“Probably not, but still.”
