Page 108 of Blood King


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I love this jet. I spent a fucking fortune on it, customizing it. It’s comfortable, with the softest leather seats, plenty of space to spread out, and it’s fancy as fuck.

I hope she likes it because I plan to take her all over the world in it.

Once we’re on board, Natasha stands in the aisle, taking it all in, her blue eyes wide.

“Have a seat, baby. Anywhere you want.”

“Where doyouwant to sit?” she asks as she reaches for my hand, and I love that she wants to be close to me.

“Next to you. So, you pick, and I’ll be happy.”

She’s still nibbling that lip as she moves to a seat in the middle of the plane and sits, and I take the seat across from her, facing her, then reach down for her foot, remove her shoe, and start to rub the arch.

“Oh, that’s nice.”

“I’m going to get you to relax, sweetheart. I want you to enjoy this trip.”

She sighs and looks around, and the flight attendant approaches, not even sparing my wife a glance as she smiles at me.

“What can I get you, sir?”

“What would you like, Angel?”

Natasha just shakes her head.

“Two ginger ales, please,” I reply, not even glancing up.

Did I fuck the flight attendant once on a trip to South Africa? Yes. Obviously, there will be no repeat performance.

She saunters away and Natasha watches her, those sapphire eyes narrowing.

“What’s wrong?”

“If she eye fucks youone more time,I’ll pull your gun?—”

“Jessica,” I bark out, and the attendant returns seconds later. Natasha’s still glaring at her. “You’re fired. Get off my wife’s plane. Now.”

“What? Sir?—”

“I won’t tell you twice.”

Her jaw drops, and then, with burning red cheeks, she spins on her heel and exits the aircraft as I make a call.

“I need a new flight attendant in the next twenty minutes.”

I hang up and smile over at my wife.

“I like it when you’re territorial, Angel.”

“Did you fuck her?”My girl is pissed.

“Yes. Before I married you.”

“And yet, you’re married now, and she still worked for you.”

I hold her gaze with mine, not wavering. So fucking proud of her for standing up for herself.

“An oversight on my part, obviously. My apologies.”