Page 37 of The Billionaire

It was very loud and as an arm led me, closer and closer to the sound, I knew what was happening. I was to get on the helicopter. I had never ridden in a helicopter before, and now that I was about to, I couldn’t see!

My nerves were beyond haywire.

“Watch your step.” A man’s voice instructed me.

My heels caught on the step and I nearly fell but arms were behind me catching my fall.

“Easy.”

I squealed as I kept my step. Finally, I was in a helicopter being taken somewhere only God would know where.

As I felt us lift up in the air, my stomach did flips and I nearly threw up.

“Do you have any bag or something?” I said weakily.

A plastic bag was put in my hand and I couldn’t help it. The nerves, the motion, not being able to see. It all came out.

Right after, a warm moist towel was handed to me.

“Here, drink this.”

I felt a glass and could feel fizzing of a substance on my nose. It was too loud to hear its fizz. I took a sip of what tasted like carbonated water and welcomed the soothing of my nausea.

Oh, McKenzie, you’re getting yourself into some trouble over some guy you may never ever see again.

I shook my head dismissing my thoughts.

But as I floated in the silence, I knew I had to see him again. I knew this was all worth the risk. We had a connection so strong, it felt like iron steel between our hearts, linking us like a chord.

“Maybe he was your past life’s lover.”Shelly had kidded earlier over our third glass of Reisling.

I never thought much about past lives, but feelings like this only made sense within the past life concept. How else could you be so attracted, feel so connected to someone?

Finally, the copter landed what felt to be thirty minutes or so later. As a hand escorted me down the steps, the plunging temperature chilled me to the bone.

A fur jacket was draped over my shoulder and I slid my arms through the arms. A minute later of walking, I heard a car door open.

“Please get in.”

I slid in to the leather feeling around. It was a smaller car, definitely not a limousine.

My hands nervously stroked the fur covering my body. Where the heck was I? The temperature difference felt at least thirty degrees. We had to be higher in elevation somewhere.

Less than two minutes of winding, and winding, the car stopped.

This had to be it. The final destination. What time was it? It had to already be midnight.

I was led out of the car and my heels wobbled a bit on what felt like stone. I heard creatures, birds, owls, and smelled the fragrance of rich evergreen trees. Maybe I was in the mountains?

Iron knocking clanked against a door. The presence next to me subsided and I heard his footsteps walk away. The car drove away.

I never felt more alone, more afraid. I had no idea where I was. I was in the middle of what sounded to be a forest and as always, my mind couldn’t wrap around the idea of who these people were.

The seconds grew into minutes. No one had come to the door. I was just about to knock again when what sounded to be a sliding mini door opened and the words, “Password”, were forcefully asked.

“TigerWater . . . uh.” Crap, I forgot the numbers! I had looked at it a dozen times. Shit. What was the number?

I fidgeted with my jacket and then suddenly remembered. “6624”. Thank God.

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