Butterfly Effect

35. Liar Liar

Unsurprisingly, Jana's claim of needing to use the bathroom was far from genuine.

Instead, she cunningly feigned a need to relieve her bladder, only to divert her path towards the lounge area of the luxurious private jet.

Being part of the royal family came with its fair share of privileges, and the extravagant jet she found herself in was undoubtedly one of them. Not only was it a colossal aircraft, but it also boasted numerous sections where one could unwind, recline, and even discover two spacious bedrooms tucked away in the rear.

Jana had explored every nook and cranny of the jet during her previous trips, but this time she had a different objective in mind. As she made her way towards the lounge area, a permanent frown etched onto her face.

The lounge area exuded an air of sophistication and comfort, with its plush sofas and exquisite artwork adorning the walls. As she stepped into the elegant space, she couldn't help but notice the television playing in the background, casting a soft glow on the room. And there he was, sitting on one of the sofas, his tall figure commanding attention.

Keenan, dressed in a similar fashion to Julian, sported a relaxed grey lounging outfit. However, unlike his brother's cotton t-shirt, he wore a white wife beater shirt that showcased his muscular arms. A glimmer of a small diamond stud caught her eye as it adorned his left earlobe, while a modest cuban link chain graced his neck.

His dark features exuded danger, an aura of mystery that intrigued many. There was something about the way his eyes held a hint of anguish at all times, as if he had seen and experienced things that others could only imagine. It was as if he carried secrets within him, secrets that begged to be unravelled.

Heart wrenching secrets that she wished she had never sought to figure out.

She tried her best not to focus too much on the intricate tattoos that adorned his veiny arms, but they were impossible to ignore, when they were out in the open.

Without lifting his gaze, he made it clear that her sudden arrival was unwelcome. "I won't be moving, so whatever you came here to watch, consider it a mere passing idea. Oh, and if you're going to go crying to Julian about this, then pass on the message that I also think he's a little fucking bitch."

As Jana approached the sofa where Keenan was seated, she couldn't help but steal glances at his impressive physique. His muscular arms, adorned with intricate tattoos, told stories of a life filled with adventure and intrigue.

Her silence was all he needed to suck in a frustrated sigh.

"I'm not in the mood to hear you bitch tonight, once was more than enough. Seriously fuck off, I'm not giving up the lounge." His deep voice resonated through the air again, breaking the younger woman's trance. She quickly realized that she had been standing there, lost in her thoughts, for far too long.

Summoning her confidence, she gracefully settled onto the sofa beside him. The warmth of his proximity sent shivers down her spine, igniting a mixture of feelings. She tried to focus on the television show playing in the background, but her attention kept drifting back to Keenan.

Her mouth opened with a steady, controlled breath.

That loss of oxygen she had been experiencing settled the moment she sat down, letting his presence overwhelm her.

"I never told you to." she retorted, her irritation evident in her biting tone. The mere fact that he was so exasperating annoyed her to no end. "I have every right to be here. You don't own the lounge."

"Actually, I do. This is my fucking jet," he snapped back, avoiding eye contact and reclining against the plush cushion. "Are you so dense that you can't comprehend the fact that my initials are printed on everything? It's right in front of your beady little eyes."