(Lily's POV)
You know when you're caught in between having passionate s*x with a guy and killing him?… yeah, that was the state I was in. A state of utter confusion.
Because tell me why the f**k Orlando looked that good in a Tuxedo? I mean, he looked ripped to the gods.
His hair was gelled back slick, his beard trimmed neatly. He smelled and looked like an aphrodisiac.
But all I felt like doing was slit his throat until blood gushed out and he squirmed to death.
“Hello? Yes, Dad,” He was on a phone call with his father.
He sat across from my seat on the jet.
We were alone.
I was used to luxury, but this… this was premium luxury.
I decided that today I would slip a toxin into Orlando's drink without Zayne's notice. And yes, it was tucked safely in my purse.
“You're coming to Tex
