Page 50 of The Enemy

Anticipation for what was to come helped ease my mind of my father. There was a lot of fucked-up shit to unpack. I remember back in the early days when I would run around the halls. My mother chased after me and then I would head into my father’s room.

He was always sitting in a chair by the window, sometimes with a blanket draped over his legs. I would climb into his lap, and he would kiss the top of my head before reading me stories.

I joined sports, and although my mother attended every game, my father never did. In Little League, I noticed the difference between my family and the other kids’. My father was what my teammates considered a grandpa.

In high school, everyone knew my family's business and the only person to stick with me was Tatum. I couldn’t help but wonder, if he had been included in the fold, would he have still been my friend? Or would he have followed the status quo? Tatum had always been a follower, so he would have gone with the easier choice.

All I had to do was prepare to bury one of my oldest friends. I thought I would have felt more guilt about it, but my sense of loyalty had changed. I rested my head on my pillow and figured I would get more sleep once I was in Saint Bipal.

By the time I was at the airport, I was irritated. The company jet was on standby and ready to go, and Lourdes was thirty minutes late. I could have just gone up and waited for her inside the plane, so why the fuck was I still down here? I was about to do that when I noticed another car approaching the jet. A few moments later, Lou got off.

It had to be the sleep deprivation because there was no way my cock twitched just because of her long waves. That was only the start because when she closed the door, I almost groaned when I saw her legs in those shorts.

Lourdes was fucking beautiful, and if I allowed myself to see her more often, it wouldn’t be a fucking shock each time I did it.

The driver brought her luggage, which included a small duffle bag and a pillow. In one hand, she carried a small tray with two coffees.

“I’m so sorry I’m late. There was an accident, and they made us reroute, and I figured bringing coffee might make things better.”

I took the tray and her duffle, leaving her to bring the pillow. Once on the plane, she took the daybed on the opposite side of me. She immediately lay down with her back to me, and I couldn’t look away.

Was this some punishment? The way her shorts stopped right at the curve of her ass made my mouth water. It made me remember how she felt around my fingers. So fucking tight and wet.

How was I going to fucking survive?

“Neo?” Lou called out to me, and I straightened in my seat.

“Yeah.” My tone came out husky.

“Can you give me the blanket that’s in my duffle?”

“Only because you brought me coffee.”

It wasn’t like I was trying to snoop through her shit, but when I pulled the blanket out, I noticed she carried with her a stack of letters. Did the fucker give them to her?Fuck. I was jealous, and I didn’t like it.

She was napping, and I didn’t think she would notice if I reached for them. Before I could do it, I noticed a small little square. It was familiar because it had been inside the box that contained the watch I’d given to her.

So you can know the times I kick your ass.

-Neo

It’s been three years, and she carried that with her? Did it go with her wherever she went? Warmth spread through me, and whatever jealousy I might have felt vanished.

It killed me to know I couldn’t keep her, but would it be so fucking bad if, for this one weekend, I just pretended?

FIFTEEN

LOURDES

I had been rightin packing ten pairs of underwear for a two-night trip. Fifteen minutes into the flight, and my first pair of panties was already drenched. I could feel his eyes on my ass. I might have given an extra wiggle before I covered myself, but it was for scientific purposes.

My nap on the plane was short-lived when the stewardess came to ask if we wanted anything. Her eyes had lingered on Neo, so I had to ask for a water bottle. Dare I say she looked annoyed?

Bitch.

Neo was sitting next to me with his laptop open. I could see bars and spreadsheets across various files.

I took a deep breath, and I knew I needed to put aside my feelings about this new venture and learn more about it if I wanted the board to take me seriously. I couldn’t afford to look like an emotional woman, that would make me look weak.

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