Rachel The Celebrity’s Hidden Wife Chapter 83

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🔸 Rachel The Celebrity’s Hidden Wife:

🔸(Our Lives Behind Closed Doors)🔸

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RACHEL’S pov.

“.. please fasten your seatbelts, because we’ll be taking off soon” the pilot announced.

As you can guess, we’re already on board and according to what Duncan told me, we’re using his private jet -what a rich b@stard!

“Do you want any refreshments?” One of the air hostess politely asked me, with a small smile.

“Uh, not yet” I replied, returning her smile.

She faced Duncan and repeated her question, but Duncan simply shook his head and she left.

Lucas and Fatima on the seats behind us, while nanny Pamela sat on the other side, near the window.

“Sir?” Lucas called Duncan’s attention, and started whispering something in his ear.

While Fatima tapped me, and I faced her.

“Are you feeling uncomfortable? Is your seatbelt too tight?” she asked nodding at my round stomach.

I rolled my eyeballs at her weird questions.

“I’m fine, Fatty”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m super sure” I replied, emphasizing on ‘super’ or else she’s gonna rephrase the question, and ask me again.

She nodded.

“That’s good, because you’re so gonna answer to me for leaving without telling me, I’m not forgetting about it anytime soon” she gritted.

I threw my head back, released a groaned and I pouted my lips, then gave her my best puppy eyes, which she simply scoffed at and waved off.

“I’ve told you countless times to stop doing that because it’s not working on me” she said.

“Please, please don’t get angry at me, I swear I didn’t have a choice a then”

“A choice? You left without telling me because you didn’t have a choice?” I nodded. “Tell that to my @sshole!”

I paused and narrowed my eyes at her, then reached for my purse, I pulled out my credit card and stretched it at her.

“Really? You wanna buy my forgiveness now?” she asked.

“Are you gonna take it, or not?” I asked her back, slightly raising my eyebrows.

She stared at my credit card for a moment, before snatching it from me and kissed it, then grinned widely.

“You’re forgiven!” she exclaimed quietly.

“Of course”

Fatima an I have a crazy logic about life, we believe there’s nothing money can’t buy -well apart from life.

I could have done this earlier to earn her forgiveness in a second, but I just wanted to negotiate with her because I thought she’d have out grown this logic by now -but sadly, she’s never gonna out grow it, and I’m kinda hating her for it right now.

“I’m so gonna shop until I drop when I get home!”

‘Gonna shop until she drop with my credit card?! She’s gonna spend my hard earned money until she drop?!’ I screamed mentally, and glared at my card as she held it between her fingers.

“How about you rape my closet when we get ho…”

“Nope!” she cut off my negotiation. “I prefer raping your credit card because you’re gonna be moaning so much, baby”

By moaning she meant, I’m gonna be crying so much.

“You… ”

“I really love to hear you moan” then she winked at me, and smirked wickedly.

We both started glaring at each other, and her smirk kept getting wider, she won’t be so cocky if only she knows I really wanna strangle her to death, right here and now.

“Ahem!” Duncan cleared his throat, and interrupted our glaring contest. “What are you girls talking about?” he asked.

“Nothing!” I snapped at him, then glared at Fatima once more before turning away from her -I swear, I’ll steal her credit card and get back my money.

“We’re about to take off, are you gonna feel nauseous?” he asked.

I gave him a strange look. I was about saying something, but the pilot’s voice interrupted me.

“This is a reminder, please fasten your seatbelts because we’re taking off in five minutes, and for safety reasons, please turn off all your electronic devices -which include your phones and laptops!” the pilot announced.

We should turn off our phones? Funk, I’ll be so bored.

“Don’t worry, your husband is here” Duncan whispered in my ear. “I can be very entertaining, if you know what I mean”

I felt his fingers drawing circles on my lap while he was saying those words, and I gently pushed his hand away, because I already understood the message he’s trying to pass on.

“No, thank you” I replied and gave him a tight smile.

“Alas, my good wasn’t appreciated” he sighed out.

He quickly helped me with my seatbelt and made sure everything is alright, before fastening his seatbelt, then he turned off his phone and laptop.

“Should I hold your hand for the take off?” he asked.

“No, I’m good”

“Are you sure?” he asked again. “You know some people tend to be nervous during take offs” he explained further.

I narrowed my eyes at him, then I saw sweat forming on his forehead, and his lips were quivering slightly as though he’s a kid who’s scared of something, that’s when I came to the realization that he’s nervous -he has aerophobia.

But why would he be aerophobic? Hasn’t he been traveling by jets during his tour around the world? Isn’t he supposed to be used to flying on air by now?

TO Be Continued