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Jason climbed into the helicopter, irritated and intrigued and itching to get off the island. Hence the helicopter. Not that he was flying it; he left the difficult stuff to other people like the pilot. He knew the press release would go out today, telling the world about Chaya's farewell tour. His days as a hot rock god were numbered and it f*****g pissed him off.
And that girl...refusing him like he was a nobody already. Who did she think she was? She was a hotel maid, for f**k's sake. Not a rock star or a doctor or even the hotel manager, but the girl who cleaned the floors and took out the rubbish. He wanted some solace from normal girls. The sort that swooned at his feet. Not made him read f*****g romance books full of s**t no rock star would ever do. Cook a girl breakfast?
