Page 34 of Claiming His Throne
“Just some pilot friend of Angus’s I met once. We were on a layover, our flight was canceled, and Angus has a recreational pilot license. Anyway, we ran into one of his friends who was flying back to Seattle on a private jet. He offered to give us a ride. And, well, when Angus was in the cockpit talking to the other pilot, I took his friend for a ride.” Molly smiles. “It was fun, but really no different from having sex on the ground if you ask me.”
A pilot. She fucked a pilot on a private plane. I press the call button on my armchair for the steward. I need a fucking drink.
“Interesting,” I mutter in response to Molly.
“Sir, what can I get for you?”
“Whiskey, no ice,” I tell him.
“Alfie, it’s eight in the morning,” Hudson says.
I send him adon’t fuck with melook, and he laughs.
“Bro, you need to chill the fuck out. Maybe bring him the bottle,” Hudson says to the steward’s back.
“Are you okay?” Molly asks me.
“Fine,” I grit out.
“Are you all pissed off because I turned down your offer? Or because I admitted to having sex with someone who wasn’t you? We’re grownups, Alfie. We’ve both slept with other people. It’s not like I dated the guy. It was a onetime thing. A bit like this should have been,” she huffs out and then turns towards Hudson. “Were you there when someone’s head exploded on him last night?”
Hudson spits out the mimosa he was sipping on. “What?”
He looks at me as if to say:Why the fuck would you tell her that?
I just shrug. I don’t know why I told her. Half of me didn’t expect her to believe it. Half of me wanted to see if she’d runscared. My mind is still reeling back to her comment about how we should have been a onetime thing.
Not only did Molly believe me. She also didn’t seem to care too much.
“Molly, there are people on this plane I’d really prefer not to have to kill,” I tell her. “You can’t just go saying shit like that in front of strangers.”
“Butyoutoldme. I’m a stranger.”
I lean in to whisper in her ear. “I’ve seen, felt, and tasted your pussy. You and me are not strangers.”
When I pull away, I see a blush creep up her neck. Good.
“Sorry,” she says. “But were you?” She looks to Hudson.
“I was.”
“How come your face came off unscathed?” she questions.
“Because I wasn’t close enough to the blow.”
“I am curious… How exactly does that even happen?” Molly continues.
“No idea,” Hudson tells her. “So… I hear you’re in town to buy up some buildings that you’re never going to get. What is it you plan on doing with those buildings anyway?” Hudson turns the discussion to her.
I’ve never actually thought to ask her why she wants those buildings. It doesn’t matter. She’s not fucking getting them anyway.
“Well now, if I told you, I’d have to kill you,” Molly whispers. “And unlike this guy, I know when to keep my mouth shut.” Her thumb points to me. “Is there Wi-Fi on this plane?”
“Yes.”
“Good. Can I have the password? I need to get some work done. You don’t mind if I sit here and work, do you?”
“Not at all,” I tell her and stand. “I’ll get your bag.” I had the staff put it away for take-off.
