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Jake stopped the SUV in the passenger loading zone, and two men dressed in dark suits stepped up to the car. Jake came around to help me, and as the other guys climbed out, Patrick stopped to talk to them quietly. Jake passed Patrick the keys, and Patrick handed them to the shorter man, who got in the SUV and drove away. The taller man led us to where Patrick’s Private jet was waiting. I followed the guys up the stairs and froze at the entrance, taking in the plane’s interior. 1 never thought a plane could look like this.

The interior was cream–colored, with two phash couches facing each other and a long wooden coffee table between them. There was a table with four overstuffed chairs around it. A large flat–screen TV was built into a dark wood paneled wall.

“Wow,” 1 murmured, overwhelmed by the luxury surrounding us. Patrick stopped behind me, resting his hands on my hips and pulling me back to lean against him.

“Are you ok, love?” Patrick asked. I nodded my head.

“Just a little overwhelmed. I never imagined that I would be living like this, doing these things. I shrugged, not knowing how to explain it.

“Love, you have been through so much and done without for so long. Let us spoil you just a little bit. I promise our life is not all private jets and expensive things. Please let us do this for you and us, too. We could all use some time away.”

“Ok” I agreed. Patrick kissed me and, with his hand on my lower back, led me to one of the couches, where I settled in between Jake and josh. After a few minutes, the tall stranger who had led us to the plane entered and closed the plane door, double–checking the handle to make sure it was locked correctly. The man walked up to where Patrick was still standing, stopping to whisper to him, Patrick nodded, but as the man turned away, Patrick stopped him with a hand on his shoulder.

“Emmy, love, this is Jamie; he is the head of my security and will be traveling with us. Jamie, this is Emmy; she is your top priority.” Jamie nodded his head in understanding, then turned and looked at me.

“It’s nice to meet you, Miss Jamie inclined his head toward me. I smiled at him.

“Nice to meet you, Jamie, but please call me Emmy; I’m not very formal.”

Jamie nodded his head. “I will do my best, Miss Emmy.” He gave P

Patrick a nod and made his way over to the table, taking a seat and buckling his seatbelt. I glanced at Jamie curiously; He was just as tall as Patrick and the other guys, with short red hair and hazel eyes. But he must live at the gym on his time off because his muscles are huge. Even in a suit, you could see the outline of his chest. His shoulders and arms are straining the sleeves of his suit jacket.

Just then, the pilot’s voice came over the loudspeaker, telling us we would leave in just a few minutes. A younger man, probably around the guy’s age, came out from the front of the plane, introducing himself as Kyle and letting us know he was the attendant for this Eight. He pointed out seatbelts and other safety features in case of an emergency, and I started to get nervous. I had seen plenty of movies where flight attendants gave safety speeches before the plane took off. But now that I was the one on the plane listening to it, I was starting to get anxious.

Jake noticed, and after he helped me buckle the seatbelt, he wrapped his arm around me, reassuring me that I would be ok. The pilot’s voice came over the speaker again, reminding us to stay seated until he turned off the fasten seatbelt sign. Kyle disappeared into the front of the plane, and then the aircraft moved. I looked out the window as we approached the runway; it felt like riding in a huge car. The plane stopped for several minutes, then suddenly the engines roared to life, making me jump, and the plane was speeding down the runway. The aircraft began to rise into the air, and I felt like I was being pushed back against the seat. I gasped, squeezing my eyes closed. I could feel Josh wrapping an arm around me as well. He reminded me this feeling would only last a little bit longer, and once we reached the correct altitude, I wouldn’t be able to tell we were even moving. I just hid my face against his shoulder and kept my eyes closed. I was pleading with my stomach not to be sick.

Soon, the plane leveled, and after my ears popped several times, my stomach settled. I took a couple of deep, calming breaths, sitting up carefully. The guys were all looking at me worriedly.

“Are you ok, angel? Drew asked, leaning forward and placing a hand on my knee. After another deep breath, I nodded.

“I think so; I just got nauseous, when we went up. It’s starting to go away now, I guess.” The pilot’s voice came over the speaker again, telling us we were at cruising altitude and could move about the cabin. Drew was kneeling before me, unbuckling my seatbelt and running a hand along my forehead. Kyle had come into the cabin again, and when he spotted me, he turned and hurried back the way he came. A moment later, he was back with a blue vomit bog, some clear sparkling water, and a pill bottle of anti–nausea medicine. Drew thanked him, taking everything from him, shaking out a pill, and hunding it to me, instructing me to put it under my tongue so it would dissolve. I made a face at the slightly sweet, minty taste of the pill as it dissolved. Drew handed me the glass of sparkling water, and I gratefully took a sip. Josh got up and went to the back of the plane, returning with a pillow and soft blanket for me. Josh handed Jake the pillow and helped me lay down; once I was comfortable, Josh covered me up, and Jake began running his fingers through my hair, helping me to relax.

The other guys got up, moving around the cabin and talking. Mike walked to the TV, angling it to face the couch. He approached me, moving my feet so he could sit down, then putting them back on his lap.

“What would you like to watch, baby girl?” Mike asked, scrolling through the available movies.

“I don’t care, something funny that I can listen to,” I said, taking another sip of water before closing my eyes again.

Mike kept scrolling until he found a stand–up comedian. He began rubbing my legs, and I began to relax. The medicine was starting to take the edge off the nausea, but I did not want to risk moving yet.

“How long is the flight?” I asked.

“About an hour, love,” Patrick responded Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

I groaned and, with my eyes still closed, tried to focus on the comedian.

Drew checked on me a while later, asking if I would like some crackers or pretzels. I agreed to try the crackers, and when he returned with a package of them, I broke off a small piece and began to nibble on it. After a few minutes, I tried a bit more. It seemed to be helping, so after another five minutes of chewing and waiting. I decided to try sitting up.

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y stomach behaved, and the guys applauded me, making me blush and consider hiding under the blanket again. When I had stopped blushing, I assured everyone I was ok but did not want to get up and move around yet. I cuddled against Josh; when Jake got up, Mike took the empty seat and lifted me into his lap. Josh kissed my forehead and then got up, going to the back of the plane. A few minutes later, Kyle told us we would land soon and take the garbage with him.

The guys began returning to the couches, Drew asking if I wanted another nausea pill. After reassuring me that the only side effect would be possible drowsiness, I took it, taking a drink of water to wash the taste away and then climbing off Mike’s lap so we could get buckled back in.

The plane began its descent, and 1 groaned. Mike wrapped his arm around me and pointed out the window, trying to distract me. I gasped at the view. The ocean spread out to the right, and in the other direction past the city was what looked like miles and miles of forest and mountains. Even with the nausea inducing flight, I was still thinking this would be the best two weeks ever.