What do you think of me?

Inside the private jet flying in the dark sky, Alex couldn’t close his eyes because anytime he saw the image of Hazel on Mason's body flashed, it made him squeeze the cushion he was sitting on making Simon who was sitting a few sit away from him to sigh and hoping his PTSD doesn’t kick in.

“Stupid” he cursed for Simon to stand up and walk to the air hostess.

“ please can I have a chamomile tea with honey to taste,” he said smiling at the hostess who smiled back and stood up to go get the tea.

Simon knew it was going to be a long night for them because he couldn’t sleep while his boss was awake and the way he was looking he was not ready to take a nap and talk more of sleeping.

The hostess handed him the tea for Simon to walk towards Alex who was hitting his fingers on the cushion.

“ boss, chamomile tea and your pills,” he said for Alex to not respond so quietly he dropped it beside him and went to sit down.

Alex rubs his forehead before he turns to Simon.

“ have the guards done as you