Fated Lies (Lies 3)

I roll my eyes. “You’re not the boss of me. And you’re married. I should be too. That’s what’s in the note.”

“We’ll discuss it later,” Langston says, switching off his headset and placing it on the hook.

I sigh and take mine off. One step forward, two steps back.

I lean back and try to close my eyes to get some sleep, but there is no

use. I’m infuriated with Langston. I keep my eyes closed, though, hoping I’ll fall asleep eventually. Slumber never comes with Langston snoring next to me.

“Hello,” I hear Enzo say faintly from the front. “Yes, I have them.” I realize he must be taking a call from Kai.

I smile. I’m jealous of their relationship. It wasn’t always easy for them, but it was always clear to everyone around them how right they were for each other, even when I was trying to steal Enzo away for myself.

“Yes, our plan worked.”

My ears perk up at that. Plan? What plan?

“They were gossiping like two schoolgirls and batting eyelashes at each other. I think they are a bit grouchy from lack of sleep. But yes, Rowan said they were willing to die for one another, that they loved one another. They’re planning on working together from now on.”

I can’t believe I’m hearing this. I open my eyes the tiniest of bits to look over at Langston, but he’s still sound asleep.

It was a setup—all of it. They hired Rowan and his team to pretend to kidnap us so Langston and I would be forced to work out our problems.

I’m pissed. I can’t believe they played us like that. Unfortunately, there is nothing I can do about it until we land.

“We need to make a quick stop here to refuel; then we’ll take you on to your house, Langston,” Enzo says before he hops out. Beckett follows, and they both head inside a hangar.

I turn to Langston. “We were set up.”

He yawns. “What are you talking about?”

“Rowan was hired by Enzo and all of your supposed friends to try and push us together.”

He huffs. “You aren’t serious.”

“I am. I overheard Enzo talking to Kai on the phone while you were sleeping.”

“You heard over the sound of the rotor blades while Enzo was talking into his headset?” He raises his eyebrows in disbelief.

“Yes.”

“They would hire someone to kidnap us, torture us, and threaten to kill us—why?”

“Because they are sick of us fighting and playing games like the sex yacht. They thought if we went through a life-threatening ordeal together, it would bring us closer together.”

It worked. We did.

For a second, I think Langston is going to believe me. Then he blinks rapidly and runs his hand through his hair. “That’s crazy.”

“Crazy as me pretending to kill your best friend?”

He narrows his eyes at me.

“Look!” I point into the small hanger that Enzo and Beckett entered. There is a man standing with them for only a second. A man in a suit with sharp-looking hair. He laughs with them then disappears down a hallway.

“That was Rowan,” Langston growls.

“See! I told you they schemed against us.”