Chapter 13
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
KAI
Two Weeks Later
The death of a parent is never easy, especially when the guy isn’t half bad. He wasn’t perfect, but I did love him. Then, having a new job, trying to fill the shoes he left? Well, that’s a challenge in and of itself.
I’m not even sure I’ve had time to process, and I don’t know if I want to right now. I have other things to take care of; right now, that is getting on a plane with Jax to Brazil.
A distraction is exactly what I need, another way to cover up how I’m feeling.
I’m writing an article on futbol, and what better way to see it than in a country that lives and breathes the sport?
While we’re there, of course, there will be time to do some touristy things, and that’s where it gets sticky. Keeping Jax after I stepped into the position was a choice, to say the least. He’s great—I had no doubt he would be—but that’s the thing. He’s great.
I figured it would be a good way to get into his good graces; instead, I’m left with at least a chub after every interaction with him.
He pushes my buttons, makes jokes, and looks fucking edible every day of the week.
If it wasn’t so forbidden, I would’ve tried to bend him over the desk.
I can’t get the image of him staring up at me that Halloween out of my head—the taste of his lips, the sweet little noises he made. How do I get that again?
And now, I have a full hard on while sitting next to him on the plane. I try to adjust myself secretly, but, of course, he looks down at my lap with wide eyes.
“You, uh—got an issue there?”
I finish adjusting myself before I finally answer, “Yeah, and you have a solution.”
My face can’t even turn to look at him again. Instead, it heats with embarrassment. Did I just say that? Did I just insinuate something with my personal assistant? Sitting on the plane?
“Yeah, okay, sir.”
I laugh and roll my eyes, despite him not being able to see the latter, and fish my earbuds out of their case. Time to take a nap.
We land in Rio, and, immediately, we’re met with warm weather.
This is the perfect time of year, when the area is starting to transition from summer to fall, drying out some.
It means that when we go to do more touristy things, we could even look at some of the wildlife, since they tend to be out more when it’s less humid.
There’s a car waiting for us to take us to our rental house, about a thirty minute drive, and, despite all the wonderful things to see, I can’t keep my eyes off Jax.
He’s like a kid in a candy shop, marveling at the different sites and pointing them out to me as we pass, as if I can’t see the same thing.
It’s cute, though, so I let him continue his antics until we get to the house.
“Wow, this place is massive,” Jax calls as we get out and look around.
“Yeah, I didn’t expect it to be so big. I guess this is what I get when I let you book the place.”
“It didn’t look this big in the pictures! I knew it was decent sized, but holy shit! It only has four rooms, but it looks like it could have a lot more than that!”
It’s white on the outside, with big columns holding up the front overhang, and, honestly, it reminds me quite a bit of the house that started it all. Part of me wonders if that’s the reason Jax chose it. I wouldn’t dare ask, but it is a thought.
Once we get inside, I decide to immediately shower away the flight—but also to take care of this incessant need for Jax stirring in my gut.
This will be a long two weeks.