49: PRIVATE JET

MAXIMILIAN'S POV

I stood there staring at her while she looked at me with a sly smile. She had a bag pack slung over one shoulder. She opened her mouth to answer me but was interrupted when Meredith strolled past me and up to her.

"Blake," Meredith called her name. "What are you doing here?"

"It's a long story," Blake answered. "But I can tell you guys when we're on the plane."

"Wait! You're coming with us?" Meredith squealed.

"Yes, I am."

I grunted, she must be the daughter of my father's business associate. Why did it have to be her? Life was fucked up sometimes.

"Let's go then, we're running a little behind," I groaned. I headed on the craft, gritting my teeth and clenching my fists. This was gonna be the longest six hours of my life.

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An hour in, Blake and Meredith couldn't stop talking. It was like they'd known each other forever. I felt awkward like I was the third wheel, and I didn't like feeling that way. This was my jet. They were my guests, and I'd be damned if I wa