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Bella was curled up on my lap, sleeping deeply
as we flew over the Atlantic, hurdling to Teterboro. We’d left very early the
following morning, only to be delayed due to a nasty storm. I’d also been a
horny bastard the preceding night, keeping her up just to make love to her and
feel as close as possible.
As we flew back away from Spain, I just
relished in her soft hair, pliant body and completely relaxed form. I know
Bella was excited to be going home. There was, however, a lingering fear in her
eyes. And it niggled in my brain, too. She was terrified of the paparazzi.
She’d handled them like a champ at the New Year’s Eve Gala and again at the
Louvre. They were contained in those instances, with specific rules that had to
follow. The paps were different out in the wild.
They could be ruthless, cunning and even deadly.
Need I remind you of Princess Diana? I still
had anxiety when we approached that stretch of road where Diana had been run
off the road all those years ago.
“Your Highness, we’re approaching our destination.
We’re about fifteen minutes away from Teterboro,” said the flight attendant.
“Lady Bella needs to be back in her own seat.”
“Thank you,” I whispered, kissing Bella’s
temple. The attendant left, settling down in her own seat near the cockpit. I
brushed Bella’s hair away and stared at her sleeping face. She was so relaxed,
so beautiful. “Cherie, wake up.” I
brushed my lips over her forehead.
“Hmmm,” Bella retorted grumpily as she
snuggled closer. “No … Sleep.”
I laughed, shifting her so she was back in her
own seat. She blinked up at me, her eyes bleary and her face flushed. I stared at her as she rubbed her eyes and
shifted to get comfortable. “We can sleep once we get back to the penthouse.
Jake is waiting for us.”
“I would like to see my dad,” she pouted.
“Bella, it’s almost midnight. He’s probably
asleep. We can go see him tomorrow,” I said, buckling her into her seat.
“I’m not a baby, Masen,” she grumbled, giving
me a wry grin. “I could have buckled my own seatbelt.”
“It gives me an opportunity to touch you,
Bella,” I snickered. “Are you okay?”
“Other than tired and wanting to curl up next
to you in bed? I’m fine,” she answered, with a shrug of her shoulders. “I’m
glad we’re home, but completely jetlagged. I want to sleep for days.”
“Well, you can lavish in my penthouse. I’ve
got a meeting tomorrow morning,” I said, threading our fingers together. Her
nose wrinkled as she looked at me. “A royal’s work is never done. You can relax
and then go visit your dad tomorrow after you get caught up on sleep.”
“A meeting?” she asked.
“It was actually scheduled for about six hours
ago. I have to meet with my staff at the consulate,” I smirked. “Get finalized
details for my remaining time in the states.” Bella’s brow furrowed and she
moved in her seat. “What is it?”
“I know that Gevalia is your home,” she muttered. “I just hate that there’s a finite amount of time we have together.”
Rosalie's childhood home
An exhausted Lillian Hale, Rosalie's mother
Roger Hale, Rosalie's father
Rosalie Hale
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