Elizabeth’s POV:
By the time we stepped off the plane in Los Angeles, I was both physically and mentally exhausted. Being confined to an airplane for several hours, seated next to my ex-boyfriend, had proven to be quite a test of my patience.
Between the whorish flight attendant and the odd way Ashton kept looking at me, I was ready to snap someone like a twig. Maybe I should give out another verbal beating to one of his arrogant teammates to help vent my frustrations.
Not to mention, I had to force my aching feet back into these hellish heels, and my body was screaming at me in protest. I’m convinced that whoever invented high-heeled shoes must have hated women.
When we arrived at our hotel, I wanted nothing more than to take a long, hot shower followed by a lengthy nap. Sadly, the un
