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A beautiful frown appears on her face as she stares at me.

“Confusion?” she echoes, dropping down into her original seat heavily. “What confusion?”

I reach over and help her snap her seat belt on.

Unable to help it, I lean in and watch her closely.

“Just know one thing, you will sign it. But this time, it will be in blood and tears.”

CHAPTER 17

Ivy

By the time we land at LaGuardia around four in the afternoon, Emmett is silent, stoic, and busy scrolling through what seems to be some documents on his iPad.

Several times during the flight, I was waiting for him to bring up the topic.

I was waiting for him to talk about it again, but he remained silent.

Emmett is quiet by nature, but he’s notsilent.

He’s always making moves, always ten steps ahead of everyone for a reason.

Once while playing poker with Noah, he admitted that the one person he’d never want to mess with outright was Emmett. There’s a reason for that.

Still waters run deep, after all, and Emmett is more unpredictable than a hurricane.

Throughout the flight, I was side-eyeing him, but he didn’t even look in my direction.

A silent Emmett is not always a good thing, not to mention he just swore that I would be signing that ridiculous contract where the terms are basically him owning me.

Being owned by Emmett Easton…

Why does the thought of that make me feel so…heated?

The way he pulled me in, held me in his lap, made me feel so crazed with emotions that I refuse to analyze right now, is still so mind-blowing.

Hell, he even buckled me in as if he’s a perfect gentleman, and for the rest of the flight I couldn’t figure him out at all.

And now, I’m feeling uneasy, and I don’t know what to do or say.

When we land, Emmett stands up, grabs our coats, and waits for me.

He even helped me put mine on. By the time we disembark and go down the stairs to the tarmac, there are two black SUVs waiting.

I notice my bags being loaded into one of the cars and then Emmett heads straight for the other car where the rear door is opened by someone vaguely familiar.

I pause.

“Ty will take you wherever it is you’re going,” Emmett calls out as he walks away. “You have my number, call me when you need me.”

When. Not if.

The arrogant bastard is certain I’ll need him.

Like hell.

As he’s about to get in the car, however, he stops and then glances over his shoulder at me.

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