Opening my eyes fully, I let my vision settle and my stomach calm as I sit up all the way, noticing Bronson is no longer holding me, but I am laying on some kind of bed, alone in a cabin-type bedroom. It’s small, holding only a bed, and small closet. I stand rubbing my temples, realizing I must have fallen asleep at some point.
He was holding me. Bronson Fortworth, the man I am attempting to play in order to get nice and close to him, only to rob him with my team of experts from the inside, was holding me.
A large part of me felt like an i***t, like a damsel in distress that can’t even tie her own shoes. The other part of me never wanted him to let go.
I never knew I had this fear of flying, hell I live in New York where I spot planes coming and going like people mulling around in the f
