Traumatized Alpha Twin Mates

Chapter 5

{Brooke}

My car screeched to a halt as I arrived at the airport. I had to pass by a booth for car inspection first so I reluctantly wasted time by doing so.

"Hello..." the security officer paused to take a look at my license I gave him. "Brooke...Brooke Rivers."

I tapped impatiently on my steering wheel as the officer went back to the booth to talk with another man. He came back jogging and serious. "Miss Rivers, your flight leaves in 5 minutes. Mr. Reed and...Mr. Reed gave you access to the private lane that leads to the jets."

"Jets?" I stupidly asked. The officer nodded slowly and I flushed in embarrassment. Of course, they would have a private jet. I gave him a curt nod before driving on the lane to the far left. The sign said- with an arrow: Jets in 15 meters.

That's when I saw it. A huge white jet with two wolves howling at the moon as a logo. Two irritatingly familiar figures were going up the steps that the jet provided. There happened to be a small parking lot a couple of yards away from the jet in which I hurriedly parked in. Hopefully, no one will tow away this old thing. 

I grabbed my purse and stuffed my loos charger in it. I had no time to head home and pack. Thankfully, I was wearing flats which made it easier to run to the jet stairs. I was sure that I looked like a mess; with my hair flying loose behind me and my blouse a bit too tight. 

"Wait!" I yelled at the captain who was ready to reel in the stairs. He squinted at me, the wrinkles near his eyes creasing. He smiled warmly at me as thee speed I ran was going against me.

Unable to come to a rapid halt, my hip slammed against one of the stair railings. I muttered curses at my bosses and the world. I fell on my knees directly on the edge of a stair. I hissed in pain, glaring at the staircase and the purple bruises forming on my knees. 

"Miss, are you alright," the captain's voice was filled with concern. He looked like he was in his late fifties.

"I'm fine," I snapped but placed a hand on my forehead and sighed. "I'm sorry. I just had a rough day."

"Don't worry, Miss. Things' will get better," he reassured.

"Nothing will get better if I have to travel with two devils," I mumbled and began to trudge up the steps, wincing as my knees bent back and forth.

The captain frowned. "No. They are the nicest young men I've met...But they've had quite a past so I wouldn't be too harsh on them."

"I did too but you don't see me acting like satan," I muttered under my breath so that he couldn't hear. Did I mention that it was freezing? Freezing like hell. The cold air sliced at my face harshly, burning up my cheeks and turning me into Rudolph. 

My teeth clattered violently as the captain reeled up the stairs as I entered the cabin. "Have a nice flight, Miss," the captain cheerfully said.

"Trust me, it will be everything but nice." I walked into the cabin and there, all cozy, warm, and perfectly rich twins were seated comfortably. 

I stood there boiling in anger as I desperately wanted to lash out at them. Something flickered in their eyes but they returned to their cold gray almost instantly. "You're late, Miss Rivers," Marcus smirked.

I glared at the ground because I was positive that if I glared at Marcus then I would've burned holes through him. I walked down the aisle, ignoring them until I found a seat at the far corner. There wasn't much back there but a bathroom and a room. 

I slumped painfully onto the seat. My hip throbbed and my knees burned. The jet had already started its engines and was moving slowly forward. I tried to reach for my purse but I found nothing. Absolutely nothing. Then I remembered that it must've been knocked off me when I slammed into the railing. 

I gasped and scrambled forward to a window. I decided on the one next to Marcus and I peered below. Just a few yards away lay my battered brown purse. "No, no, no, no," I pleaded to someone and groaned into my hands.

My hand reached into the pocket of my skirt and had only found my last century flip phone. At least I had that with me but the money I planned to buy some clothes in New York, my inhaler, first aid kit, and my distant glasses were gone. I retracted from the window and I expected my thighs to fall on the cold leather of the seats but I felt soft fabric. 

"Miss Rivers," I heard Marcus growled from beneath me. Beneath me? s**t. I'm pretty sure dying from embarrassment was possible because I was straddling Marcus. I jumped up surprised. Heat radiated from my body as I fell back down on his lap. Marcus bit his lips strain fully as I felt him against my abdomen.

I scrambled off of him, unintentionally rubbing against him. He groaned but placed a hand on his mouth. I stared at the ground as my abdomen clenched painfully. Marco sprang from his seat and cleared his throat coldly. I felt already wet as I forced my thighs together.

"Miss Rivers, don't you have something else to do?" Marcus snapped. I jerked away from my heated thoughts and settled on the sad ones. My day was the worst and I felt prepared for a mental breakdown. The hard-earned money I kept in my purse went down the drain. 

"Right. Do you have a first aid kit?" My voice wobbled a bit as I tried to compose myself.

"Why?" Marcus's voice was husky and gruff.

I pointed to my knees and raised the side of my blouse just an inch so they could only catch a glimpse of the purple bruise. "What happened?" Marco asked distantly.

"I was rushed. That's what happened," I muttered.

"It's in the bathroom"

I turned away and half-ran to the small compartment of a bathroom. I hunched down onto the ground and let quiet sobs escape my lips. I mourned for my money. Without it, I can't pay for food, clothes or pay bills, much less pay for anything in New York. I grasped my phone tightly to call Lydia but I had no battery and I had left the charger in my purse.

I sighed, knowing I'd have to ask one of the assholes outside for their phone. I shuddered as I gazed at myself in the mirror. I looked wrecked- and not in a good way. My hair was like a rat's nest- courtesy of the wind.  I managed to tame it down a bit with water as I pulled it into a high ponytail. The rest was a matter of splashing water on and patching up with healing cream and a band. But my eyes looked a tiny bit puffy from the crying I've been doing.

Everything was back in its place by the time I walked out and in front of Marco. I decided to ask him for his phone, not Marcus. Not after our accidental heated encounter. 

"Miss Rivers! How may I help you?" Marco said with mock enthusiasm.

"May I borrow your phone, Mr. Reed?" I mumbled, not liking one bit that I had to ask asshole #1 for his phone.

"Why?" he eyed me suspiciously.

"Ran out of battery and I need to call someone," I took out my flip phone and showed him as proof.

"That's you're phone?" he frowned and I flushed in embarrassment and humiliation.

"Not all of us are rich directors of a hospital" he shook his head and stared at me.

"Who are you calling?"

"Oh, nobody. Just my husband in New Jersy. I'm calling him so we can meet up in New York," I smiled sarcastically. His eyes darkened as his brow furrowed. Marcus grunted from the other side.

"Really? Then, no."

I groaned. "No, Mr. Reed. I don't have a husband. It's called sarcasm for nosy people" I roll my eyes and I could almost swear that they both breathed a sigh of relief.

"Fine" he whipped out his own phone. My face fell when I saw that it was the latest iPhone model. The 11. He unlocked it before handing it off to me.

"Thanks" I walked away from their ears but that didn't pry off their eyes. I dialed Lydia's number and waited but she didn't pick up so I left a voicemail.

"Hey, Lydia. It's me, Brooke. Call me back when you can! I really need your guidance" I sent the voicemail immediately.

A DING! was emitted from the phone and it buzzed slightly in my hand. I peered at the pop-up box guiltily: Unknown- "Marco, I'm waiting for you to wreck me when you get to New York. We'll meet up at 8:00 am which is an hour after you arrive here. You can tell I'm waiting for you...

My heart dropped instantly. Couldn't this girl be less indiscreet? More importantly, why was Marco going to probably f**k someone after arriving in New York?  I gnawed on my lip and gave Marco back his phone. 

My body trembled with rage. "Miss Rivers?"

I ignored him and sulked in my corner. What a great way to start a trip. But if he doesn't give a damn then why should I? I don't understand why I care if we weren't together together- just an employee and bosses. Which reminds me...if the gala was for Hospital directors then why would they bring me? They were probably using me as a tag along. How sick...