Imperfect Love:Cheeky

By: Natasha Madison


"Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking. We’d like to welcome you onboard this Virgin Airlines flight to New York LaGuardia. Flight duration will be approximately four hours and fifty-five minutes, and we are expecting a fairly smooth flight today. Once again, we thank you for choosing to fly with us today, and we hope you enjoy your flight."

I sit back in my first-class seat, turning to look out the window while everyone is boarding, reflecting on the best week of my life.

One week, that is what we agreed upon. One week, no strings, no attachments is what we both said. But now, here I sit on this bloody plane with my chest hurting.

I cocked up everything when I walked out of that hotel room like a wanker while she was still in the shower. I know it. Fuck, she probably knows it, too. I just couldn’t say goodbye to her.

“Sir, would you care for any water or champagne?” the cute blond flight attendant asks me.

I look up at her as her smile gets bigger and her eyes twinkle.

“Excuse me,” I hear a voice I didn’t expect to hear. “That’s my seat.”

The flight attendant moves, giving me an unobstructed view of the woman I walked away from just a short time ago. She stands there, her legs on full display in a pair of sexy, black linen shorts. She is almost five feet ten inches tall, and she’s all leg. I’ve become very intimate with those legs this past week. Her loose, pink top falls off her shoulder, displaying her lightly tanned neck, and my mouth waters with the need to lean in and bite it, to mark her.

“My apologies, ma’am,” the flight attendant says, walking away.

I watch her raise her bag to store it in the overhead bin. Before I can even get up to help her, the man sitting in the seat across from her springs up. He smiles at her, she smiles at him, and it’s in that moment that everything I was holding back snaps.

My name is Bradley Fitch, and this is how I fell in love with my best friend’s sister.

Chapter One


“Do you really think this is a good idea?” My best friend, Melanie’s, voice echoes through the phone.

I bend over my bed, looking for my luggage, and my hair falls into my face. Sighing, I blow the hair out of my eyes as I continue to talk with Melanie. “I’m going, Mel. I’ve had this trip planned since Christmas.” I throw the luggage on the bed, unzipping it. “Besides, I’m not losing my money.” I open my drawers, sifting through them for my bikini. “I’m going. I need to get away and just be free for a week. It’s not my fault that you can’t come. Besides, women do it all the time.”

“Yeah, they also get kidnapped and sold to men from other countries as sex slaves,” she tells me.

I laugh at her. “I think that only happens if your father is Liam Neeson, but it’s not a big deal because ‘he can find you.’”

“Joke all you want, but this shit is serious,” she says, crunching on whatever it is that she’s eating.

“I promise to not talk to anyone at the airport or give out any of my information. Besides, I’m staying at the Bellagio.” I walk to my closet and open it. Living in New York was a dream come true, but affording the rent is damn near impossible. So here I am in my one-and-a-half-room apartment. My living room and kitchenette are one small, shared space. I do have a stove, though that rarely gets used.

My closet is barely the size of a bathroom on a plane, which doesn’t help since I shop almost every day. In my defense, I have no choice. It’s my job. I’m a reporter for the lifestyle section for the New York Journal.

Even though my brother is very wealthy, I want to do this on my own.

“Lex, what if they follow you? Did you tell your brother?”

“Nope, and I’m not going to. Sterling has his own life to worry about. Besides, he warned me about Francesco. I was too lovestruck to see him for the douche that he was.”

Francesco was my newly appointed ex-boyfriend. I should have known something was up when he would be out of touch for long periods of time. Imagine my surprise when my phone rang with a call from him only for it to be his wife.

“He had a wife, Mel, a legit wife,” I tell her while I pack my sexiest lingerie. Actually all my lingerie is sexy. There is just something about wearing lace and silk that makes a girl feel powerful, confident, sexy. “What if they have kids?” I throw more things into the luggage.

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