Chapter 88 Peter could go fuck himself
His escorts stayed with him all the way to the airport, handing him his ticket and walking him to security.
“Your orders are to go straight home. Mr. Tank will be meeting you at the airport,” the guy who was still standing on Chad’s left said.
Gripping his ticket, feeling like a child being chastised, Chad nodded. “I understand.”
The two alphas looked at him like they weren’t sure whether to feel pity or contempt. They turned around without saying goodbye and headed out of the airport.
Chad went through security and got on the plane to London, the first-class seating reminding him of Peter and how furious he was, but when it came time to board the plane home he just couldn’t.
He knew it would cause problems when his bag was on the plane and he wasn’t, but he didn’t care. He booked a ticket home to his parents, maxing out his credit card, and settled down at the gate to wait until his new flight boarded.
Peter could go fuck himself.
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