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— drita e hënës —
(n) moonlight
origin ; albanian
Standing up in the Jeep Wrangler with our heads out of the roof and our hands in the air, Pyper and I screamed at the top of lungs with the chill breeze whipping our hair in our face. The guys—still seated in the said sport vehicle—all laughed throatily at us and our wild behaviour. We stayed that way for a few more prolonging moments, enjoying the salty breeze coming from the turquoise lakes on our right. Not long after did I fall back into Phoenix's lap and Pyper fell back into Talon's.
Judah—riding shotgun and having control over the music—was currently blasting Vámonos by Kris Kross Amsterdam, Ally Brooke, and Messiah as Blake cruised us down the empty roads of New Zealand with one hand on the wheel.
New Zealand, bloody right; we were currently in New Zealand, celebrating Pyper's birthday and the end of summer. Wide smiles were plastered on all of our faces and as we passed by and gazed at the scenery, I knew exactly why Pyper wanted to celebrate here. The artist in her screamed out and longed for sights other than what Florida gave her, and seeing the snow capped mountains before us in the distance and the magnificent fjords to our left, this is just what she wanted, the inspiration she needed.
I glanced over to her, seeing her gleaming eyes and a ring of sincerity in them saying thank you, for she knew I was the one that brought this whole trip together and I gave her a subtle nod with a genuine smile as if to say you're welcome, always.
Phoenix's calloused hands squeezed my exposed thighs gently and I looked at him over my shoulder with an eye crinkling smile. He pulled me into him, flush against his chest and he pressed his lips softly against my bare shoulder—since I had only been wearing a ribbed knit halter top—and I turned back to face the scenery. I also glanced around at all of my friends—my family—in the Jeep, and cracked a grin, wondering just how the hell the nine of us managed to fit when it was meant for five. But I guess we made it work - with me on Phoenix's lap, Pyper on Talon's, Eliezer on Marlowe's, and Hunter squishing the back with us.
We made it back to our hotel at half part four, parting our own ways to our own rooms, but not before finalising our plans to explore the Waitomo Glowworm Caves and then later going to Lake Tekapo to watch the Aurora Australis—The Southern Lights.
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"Jesus Christ," I hissed, typing away angrily on my Macbook, "I said 53.3 million, not 33.3, Garrett."
"I-I'm sorry, Ms. Vasiliev," he stuttered over the phone.
"I don't care," I said through gritted teeth, "I'm not going forward with any proposals, the deal is off," my voice rang with my finality.
"Ms. Vasiliev, if-"
"Goodbye, Mr. Moretti."
Just as I hung up and nearly slammed my sleek rose gold cell on the desk, Phoenix walked out of the en suite that came with the chamber, only wrapped in a towel. Our eyes met for a split second before he looked away with a scowl etched on his soft lips and I felt my heart drop in my stomach.
The week was blurring past us, stopping for no one. Today was our sixth day—penultimate before we leave—here in New Zealand and things have slowly become a whirlwind of a mess, a whirlwind of broken pieces.
Phoenix, for one, was slowly changing, slipping into his brooding bastard facade. His jealousy and possessiveness was becoming overwhelming, overpowering, making my head spin and driving me insane. Everything seemed to bother him when we went out, with the crew or without them, and he knew no limit.
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