Page 204 of The Heart You Kept

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“Are you fucking kidding me?” My anger explodes and I dial her number again.

Ring, ring…. Ring, ring…ring, ring.

“I swear to god.” I’m so angry that I can hardly see straight. “Answer the fucking phone,” I growl as I pace. I hang up and dial her number again.

Ring, ring…. Ring, ring…ring, ring.

“Fuck,” I scream. I call her immediately.

Ring, ring…. Ring, ring…ring, ring.

ALORA

Heart hammering in my chest, I turn my phone off and shuffle forward in line.

“Tickets please.” The stewardess smiles.

I pass my ticket over and walk through and onto the plane. I take a seat and peer up the aisle of the plane. “Come on, come on, just close the door already,” I whisper.

He’s going to march onto this plane any moment and cause a scene, I just know it.

I wipe the perspiration from my brow, how the heck did my life get so complicated?

He doesn’t want me but still wants to control me

Talk about a toxic situationship.

For fifteen minutes I hold my breath, praying to get in the air. The doors finally close and I let out a sigh of relief. Thank god, two weeks of sun, sand and relaxation.

Thailand, here I come.

PHILIPPE

I stand on the dock and stare up at the yacht to see the dark silhouette pacing back and forth like a caged animal. It’s near midnight and the marina is in silence.

“What the hell is going on with Prescott?” Stefan murmurs as he stands beside me watching him. “I’ve never seen him like this before.”

“Me neither.” I light my cigarette. “He’s got it bad for this woman.”

“Yeah, well, he just fucking lost her, so get over it.”

I watch him for another half hour and I can’t let this go on, I go through my phone and walk up the marina so that nobody else can hear me. Ring, ring….

“Philippe,” William answers.

“Hi.”

“Is everything okay?” he asks.

“Ahh….” My eyes flick up to the yacht. “Are you around tonight?”

“I’m in London, why, what’s wrong?”

I twist my lips as my eyes flick back to the yacht. “Edward is just⁠—”

“What?” He cuts me off.