Insatiable (The Edge of Darkness, #1)(44)

He shoves the door open and climbs out.

“Where are you—”

My voice is cut off by him slamming the door shut. I turn to look behind the car and see him running both hands through his hair.

I open the car door. “Do you know what? Fuck you, Kade!”

I walk towards him, his sleepy, fuming eyes on me as he puffs on a joint, and stop in front of him. “You left me. I needed you, and you left without even trying to fight for me!”

“Why would I fight for you?” he sneers. “I saw what happened in that video, and that was enough to show me your true colours. What’s done is done, right? Get back in the fucking car and get out of my sight.”

I snatch his joint and throw it away. “I didn’t know what I was doing! I wanted you—”

“Stacey, I swear to fucking God. Shut the fuck up.”

He moves closer. “You don’t deserve time to explain why you did what you did, and I really don’t care. I dodged a bullet getting away from you.”

My teeth clench, fresh tears spilling. “I wanted to go home to you. I cried for you.”

“You cried for me? When? While you were on top of him?”

Kade takes a step towards me. There’re inches between us, and I don’t flinch as he takes hold of my jaw. It’s not firm or painful but enough to show he could dominate me in a second. Despite his words, I can see the hurt in his eyes.

“I saw the proof of you with him.” He releases my jaw and shoulders past me. “They’re waiting for us at the jet. Move or I’ll leave you here.”

Defeated, I stand there and consider my options. I can either grab my bags and call an Uber to take me to the main terminal for our original flight, or I can go with Kade to this ridiculous and expensive jet and stay silent the entire trip.

Because fuck him. Losing your voice to everyone is one thing, but losing your voice to someone you loved – trusted – is ten million times worse.

I’ve never been heard. My dad didn’t even listen when I told him about Chris abusing me.

Staying silent is like being in a mental prison.

A chill blows up my dress, and I decide to walk back to the passenger seat and slide the door closed.

“I hate you,” I immaturely say. “You’ll never touch me again.”

“Noted.” He speeds down the road, his elbow resting on the side of the car door.

He scans a badge at a fence, which then slides. He drives straight into the hangar to a small silver jet with a sharp nose.

I’ve never seen one before. Sure, Nora is rich, but we always fly commercial whenever we leave the country.

A man in a suit stands at the bottom of the pulled-down steps.

Kade nods to him when we walk towards the jet. “Barry.”

“Sir,” he replies. “We’ll get your bags.” His eyes land on me. “Miss Rhodes.”

I tilt my head. “Hello.”

“He’s my assistant,” Kade informs me as he leads me to the steps.

“How can you afford this?” I ask in awe, my eyes like saucers.

Kade’s only response – to my surprise – is to wrap his fingers around my wrist as I stumble at the top of the steps after seeing the cream leather and oak interior.

“No, really, how can you afford this?”

I’m staring at the minibar full of wine and champagne and other expensive things. It’s like a mini home in a plane with the sofa and the eight chairs with tables between them. I know his family has a lot of money, but not this much.

So what the hell does he do to be able to afford this?

I’m so damn confused.

Kade nudges me forward when my feet refuse to move.

The door closes and the young man with the English accent – Barry, Kade’s assistant – talks him through the flight plan and a meeting he has scheduled while he’s in America. He confirms that Kade’s dogs are currently out in the manor grounds with the staff, and that they’ll attend their advanced training lesson later in the day.

I raise a brow when Kade pulls his laptop out.

I take the seat across from him, still unable to find any words beyond fuck and Jesus. I’ve forgotten I was just yelling at him as I admire our surroundings.

“Don’t tell Luciella about this,” Kade says.

Barry pours us each a drink and informs us we’ll take off in five minutes.

“She’ll tell my mum and I can’t be fucked with her interrogating me with annoying questions.”

I tilt my head. “Are you going to answer any of mine?”

He takes a gulp then sets his glass back down on the small table between us, his eyes going back to his laptop screen. “No.”

“You’re not some crazy paid hitman, are you?” I ask with a smile, trying to lighten the mood. “Oh wait, you’re paid for sex.” Then I pause, thinking. “Drug dealer?”

He glares at me. “Your voice is giving me a headache.”

I roll my eyes and look out the window as the jet pulls out of the hangar. An uneasy feeling reaches deep inside my chest when I think of all the ways Chris will make me pay for hanging up on him, or for going on this trip in the first place.

I allowed Kade to hang up on my psychotic stepbrother so I could dry-hump him. Which resulted in me sitting on his face. Then being bent over and so close to being fucked.