Harlow tried to control his anger as the two continued to talk like old friends.
Somehow, he made it through check-in, and all the way onto the plane without exploding. He stormed down the aisle, ushering Foxx before him. When they reached an empty row, he shoved him into the seat against the window, and blocked him in by taking the aisle seat. Harlow then started to glare at anyone who passed, just daring them to try to squeeze between him and the seat to sit down. The airline they were using was…cheap for a reason. There were no assigned seats, for the most part. You boarded and got a seat based on the time you registered. So, if the flight wasn’t full, there was a chance the seat next to him would remain empty. He added to the effect of his glare by lifting the armrest and manspreading. To be fair, he had to, given his height, to even be comfortable in these ridiculous closet-like spaces.
Foxx shuttered the window, and unzipped his face plate. Though, all airplanes did have sun-protected windows, even if some airports had yet to fix the windows in the buildings.
The vampire began to eye him. “What are you doing?”
“Trying to make this flight at least bearable.”
Foxx snickered. “Well, this bear is able.”
Harlow stared at him in disgust. “That didn’t even make sense.”
“Whatever, you are no fun,” the vampire said with a pout.
Harlow counted to five in his head. Why couldn’t murder be an option?
* * *
Foxx glared at Harlow.The man was sitting there, legs spread, looking hot—the audacity. The dumb human had glared at anyone who dared to try to talk to Foxx. Or really anyone who Foxx had tried to talk to.
He had, of course, used the man’s many bathroom breaks to try to have a conversation with the person across the aisle. In this case, it happened to be a nice older human who was sweet as pie, and didn’t care that Foxx was a vampire. And Harlow, the jerk, had literally stared down the poor old woman into silence. Who the fuck does that?!
He hissed softly as his anger rose. He felt like punching him. No, he felt like murder. Yes, murder. But would he be the first suspect? Probably not. Harlow had way too many enemies.
Ugh, but he was sort of attached, and determined to make him his friend…and Goddess, did he know how to use his cock…
“Problem?” Harlow asked with an arrogant smirk.
Fuck, good dick. He could always find someone else. He glared harder as murder plots filtered through his mind.
It was bright and sunny when their plane took off, and it was still bright and sunny as they landed. Harlow continued to send Foxx stares of disgust as they got off the plane and walked through the airport. But at this point, Foxx was about done with Harlow’s ass. He was feeling quite violent and irritated. And just not his normal happy self.
It took about thirty minutes to get their things and pick up their rental car. When they were finally settled, Foxx unzipped his face plate, and then quickly zipped it back up as the sun through the windows began to heat his skin in a bad way.
“The car’s not fucking treated,” Foxx hissed.
Harlow swore. “Fuck! Motherfuckers can’t do their fucking job.” The man roughly undid his seat belt and shoved the door open. “Stay here,” he snapped as he stormed away, no doubt about to give the people at the rental shop hell.
Foxx sighed. He was getting a headache. He needed blood, and Harlow probably needed to stop somewhere for water. There was so much they had to fucking do before they could even start working. Ugh, driving would have been tiring, yet more convenient in some ways.
He leaned his head against the window and waited.
* * *
“Where is it?”Harlow growled, as he stared at the barren road with literally nothing to see. Because obviously, both Foxx and his GPS were broken.
“GPS says it's on the left,” Foxx snapped.
“Yeah, well, if you fucking look up from your phone, you’ll notice there is no fucking house to the right, and no fucking house to the left!”
Foxx hissed at him, fangs flashing, but he did look up. The vampire frowned. “There must have been a recent change.”
“Or the guy had a fake address.”
“He could have moved since. It’s not really required to update your address after you register on the H.R., as far as I know,” the vampire said.
“The kid is twenty-one. He registered, at most, three years ago. A bit much for a whole house to disappear.”
