Babysitting The Amnesiac Lycan King

Chapter 80

Chapter 80

Okay, I don't regret it anymore.

I practically launch myself into the jet, barely resisting the urge to sprint from one end to the other like a lunatic.

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The sheer size of it is enough to make my jaw unhinge. Private jets are supposed be small, right? Cozy? This thing could probably house an entire village and still have room for an in-flight spa.

"Are you seriously just standing there?" I whip around to glare at Enoch, who is leaning against the entrance, watching me with that lazy, amused smirk that makes me want to both slap him and kiss him senseless.

He lifts a brow. "I'm enjoying the show."

"Unbelievable," I mutter, turning back to the sheer insanity that is his jet. There's an actual lounge area. Plush leather seats, a bar that looks like it belongs in a five-star hotel, and-holy shit.

I yank open the fridge, expecting the usual sad airplane food, maybe some bottled water if I'm lucky. Instead, I'm greeted with an array of gourmet snacks, high-end champagne, and what has to be the most luxurious case of ice cream I've ever

seen.

I stare at it for a solid five seconds before turning to Enoch. "What the fuck is this?"

"A fridge," he answers dryly, stepping closer.

I gesture wildly. "No, this-this is rich people nonsense. Who the hell has a

selection of imported ice cream flavors on their jet?"

He hums, now directly behind me. "People who like ice cream?"

"Ugh," I groan, still not over it. "This is insane. You're insane."

I'm reaching for one of the tubs when a pair of strong arms wrap around my waist, yanking me back against a very solid, very warm body. A familiar one.

"Okay, that's enough exploring," Enoch mutters into my ear, his voice low and rough. "I require your attention."

I huff, still staring at the fridge. "I just need to process the fact that your freezer section is worth more than my entire life savings."

He buries his face in my neck, inhaling deeply, his grip on me tightening. "Taryn."

A shiver skates down my spine at the way he says my name-gritted, needy, full of that dangerous possessiveness that always,threatens to undo me. I exhale sharply. "Yeah?"

"Look at me."

I turn in his hold, my hands instinctively finding his chest, feeling the steady, heavy beat of his heart. His eyes burn into mine, dark forest and laced with something heady, something that makes my stomach flip.

My fingers skim up, tracing the sharp line of his jaw, feeling the faint stubble there. "You need to shave."

"You need to stop ignoring me." His hands slide lower, gripping my waist, thumbs stroking over my skin through my shirt.

I grin, dragging my nails lightly through his hair, watching his eyelids droop slightly

at the sensation. "I'll give you all the attention you want when we land."

His eyes narrow slightly, his hold on me tightening. "No."

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I blink. "No?"

hell is happening, Enoch grips the back of

out of my lungs, my body pressed flush against his as his lips move against mine, firm and demanding, It takes me a second to catch up, but then I'm melting into him, my fingers tightening in his hair, tugging just

a sharp jolt of heat

of my throat, half protest, half encouragement, because this is absolutely unfair and entirely

we're both breathing heavily, foreheads resting against each other, his grip on

every fucking second of this

can fire back some witty remark, he hauls me up and over

pound my fists weakly against his

just chuckles, one hand resting dangerously close

ice cream later, little

www

www

feet hit the stairs of the jet, I

Maldives looks like someone snatched a piece of paradise out of

pink, the sun dipping toward the endless ocean. Palm trees sway lazily in the humid air, and the clearest, bluest water I have ever seen stretches

"Holy shit."

Enoch, who's stepped out behind me, hands in his pockets, watching me like I'm the sight to behold. His lips quirk into an almost-smile, like he knew

beautiful,” I breathe, my gaze flicking

raises, amused.

place, arms outstretched as the warm

grabbing my waist when I get too close to the edge of the stairs, reeling me back against his chest. "I'd rather

up at him, my face still lit

burn the whole fucking ocean down if it

the villa where we're staying. The pathway is lined with glowing lanterns, the scent of tropical flowers thick in the air. The excitement in my chest bubbles

ocean view. A massive bed draped in soft, white linens. A

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the water.

somehow, it still feels inviting Cozy Like

in behind me, hands shoved into his pockets again as he watches

"You like it?"

him, jaw still unhinged from the sheer opulence of the place. "Like it? Are you

and something in his eyes softens.

way he's looking at me, but I shake it off and

for my bikini when my fingers brush against something else. A notepad. My

My stomach drops.

reality slaps me in the face. Right.

for fun. I brought it because Liam told me to.

Because I'm supposed to be

falls

is casual, but there's an edge

the answer. He can sense

lump in my throat and plaster on a smile

obviously.

let all

not a lie.

and the laptop before he hums in acknowledgment, but I can tell he's not fully convinced. He doesn't press,

try to step past him, but his hand wraps around my wrist, stopping me

tracks. "No."

I blink. "No?"

is his Nos

"I'm going

shifts. My pulse