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Crash (Billionaire New Adult Romance)(13)



"Kitty!" he exclaimed.

I almost laughed at the delight transporting William's face. He rushed  past me to unlock the cage and a handsome cat with dark tiger stripes  immediately walked out, stretching his back legs.

The stewardess pursed her lips reprovingly. I had a feeling that animals  were required to stay inside their cages at all times, but she wasn't  going to argue with the man giving her paychecks.

"This is Tom," Will said with his hand on the cat's back.

The cat head-butted his hand, purring loudly.

"You brought a cat to Europe," I deadpanned. "Do these bed and breakfasts even take pets?"

"They'll do as I ask." He glowered at me as if to add: Or else.

He sat down on one of the chairs and Tom the cat immediately jumped on  his lap, settling in for a nice, long nap. Will talked to the cat in a  baby, singsong voice. My head was ringing with the strangeness of it.

"Tom follows me everywhere. Isn't that right, baby boy?"

The cat closed his eyes and lifted his white chin as Will scratched his fur. His black lips rounded in a soft mow.

He's crazy. I opened my phone and texted to Jessica: He brought a cat on the plane. He's singing to it now. I'm scared.

She replied. Get out while you still can.

I stifled laughter from her text and was distracted by Will's high-pitched voice. Now, he was kissing the top of the cat's head.

"Seriously, what's the deal with the cat?"

I didn't have anything against cats. I even liked them, but I couldn't  imagine how he was going to take care of him for three weeks.

He stood up with the cat over his shoulder, almost as if he was burping a  baby. The cat licked his lips and stared at me through yellow slits as  Will rubbed his back. He stopped in front of me and I yelped as he  deposited him in my lap.

"Tom is my therapy. He goes wherever I go. Think of him as a service animal."

Tom stood and faced me, his whiskers fanning out and his tail curled in  the air like a question mark. Then he head-butted my face, rubbing his  cheeks hard against my nose as a line of cat drool smeared my face.

"Urgh." I spat out the cat hair.

"He really likes you. That's good," he said, as if his cat was a good  judge of character. He sat down and looked at us with his head in his  hand, smiling faintly with a bit of sadness in his eyes.

"You seem different. A lot more mellow." I held Tom against me, feeling  his little heartbeat hammer against mine. Petting him over and over with  his reassuring, motor-like purr vibrating in my stomach made me feel  lighter. Happier. Maybe he was right about the cat.

He frowned, not angrily. "When I take these pills, I feel like a robot. I don't like it."

"So then don't." Curiosity seethed inside me. I wanted to ask him why he  took the pills, but it was such a personal question. You must despise  me. His words echoed in my head, haunting me.

Will shook his dark head, looking so downtrodden that I picked up Tom  and sat next to him. The cat made a small mew and walked across my lap  to his master.

"I can't. You've seen what happens when I'm off them."

Something stirred in my chest as I looked at him. It was selfish of me,  but I wanted the old Will back, the one who constantly invaded my  personal space and who was impulsive and said the wrong things. My heart  hammered as I let my hand fall on his arm.

He went rigid under me. "I meant what I said, Natalie. About being professional."         

     



 

My cheeks burned, but I didn't let go of him. "B-but-"

"I know what kind of girl you are," he said, sliding his arm out from under me.

"What?" My heart sank at the look he gave me.

"You're just fishing for the most eligible bachelor so that you can  please your parents. You're toying with the possibility of going back to  your ex, and you're playing around with me. That's why you lied about  me. I'm sorry, but that doesn't interest me at all."

The cold, hard rejection slapped me across the face. I couldn't breathe.  The tears fell fast and before I knew it, I was sputtering an apology.

His eyes widened when he realized what he had done. "Oh, shit. Natalie-"

I stood up from the chair and ran to the bathroom; to the one place he  couldn't follow me. Once I closed the door, I burst into noisy tears and  quickly grabbed a handful of paper towels to stifle my sobs.

Am I five years old? Why am I crying over a guy rejecting me?

Maybe it was because I had blown it with a man who should have been way  over my league. William had seen enough of me and decided rather quickly  that I wasn't what he was looking for. I was not good enough for him.  Man, did that fucking hurt.

"Natalie, I'm sorry," he said through the door.

What happened to the guy who came to the restaurant?

It was startling how little control I had over my emotions, and I  suddenly wished for my own magic pill that would make me not care. It  was so embarrassing. I could hear it in his voice. Oh, poor girl. I  didn't mean to make her upset-I just told her the truth!

I hated myself in this moment. I looked in the small, rectangular mirror  and wanted to punch my worthless face. Grow up. Grow the fuck up and  stop being so pathetic. I wiped my face angrily.

"Natalie," he kept knocking. "Natalie!"

I opened the door to see Will standing in front of it, looking stricken.  "What?" He flinched at my tone. "Look, that was uncalled for. I'm  really sorry." He raked his hands through his hair and I couldn't help  but admire the muscles shifting under his t-shirt. "Can we just start  over? Can we just be friends?"

"Really? You're going to give me that line?"

He grimaced.

"I wasn't trying to hit on you. I was just being nice. There's no need to be so cruel."

Will's face blazed like the setting sun. He let out a tortured moan. "I know, I'm really sorry. I'm in a really weird mood."

I sighed angrily. It was more important to get along with him. "Fine," I said, sticking out my hand for him to shake.

His chest heaved with a sigh and he smiled in relief. He took my hand and squeezed it.

Just friends. That's what you wanted anyways, wasn't it?

It was time to stop pining over the men in my life. I wasn't going to  chase after men anymore, not until I figured out what I wanted. This  trip is going to be fun. I was going to be an adult and move on. That's  it. Professional relationship.

You don't interest me at all.

My smile fumbled and the slightest quiver shook my bottom lip. I've  never been hurt like that in my life, and it was going to be the last  fucking time.

That's what I told myself, at least.





Chapter 5



Will kept a civil attitude the entire flight without a single sarcastic  comment. I suspected that guilt was eating through his insides, though  if this was how the rest of our trip was going to be; I was in for a lot  of boredom. Ironic, really. I was determined to get along with Will.  This wasn't going to ruin the trip. I would have a fantastic time-so  what if he didn't want me? But it was slightly depressing to be so close  to him.

I followed Will through the confusing maze that was Heathrow  International, Tom the cat occasionally let out the smallest of meows in  his cage propped on our luggage. We were getting a lot of weird looks.

"Where are we going first?"

He glanced back at me. "Um, first we need to get to Paddington station."

The train in Paddington would take us to Cheltenham, and afterwards we  needed to rent a car to take us to the first location of our British  tour: the Cotswolds.

I was a bit sad to leave London. After months of listening to Jessica  rave about the city, it was hard leaving it behind. I'll come back,  someday.

William had clearly been here before. Within minutes, we were speeding  away on the Heathrow Express and arrived shortly at Paddington station.  We disembarked the train to find ourselves under a massive dome. I  caught my first glimpse of the London Underground. Hundreds of people  milled around the ground floor, buying coffee and pastries from the  stalls and relaxing in chairs. On a glass table, a flock of pigeons  attacked an abandoned muffin. I was surprised to see a shopping mall  within the train station, but I followed Will across the platform to the  train that would take us to Cheltenham.         

     



 

My energy should have been completely shot, but I was really excited to  be traveling to the first location where I would think of a concept for  my first design. It was going to be really labor intensive. Will wanted  the websites to be redesigned, so I would be creating banners, avatars,  and logos. I also would design the newsletters and draft write-ups for  each location. It was exciting. I'd never had such a huge project  before.

As we approached the train, Will handed me my ticket. As promised, I was going to be riding coach.

"Well, see you when we get there."

Will rolled his eyes at me, as if he could hardly believe that someone  could be so slow. "I'm riding in the same car, Natalie. I didn't  actually buy first class tickets for myself and not you."