Chapter 63 What's Happening?

• I know I agreed to come with him when I could have said no. My arms wrap around his abdomen and I smile because I'm more than sure that Jessica has never had him like I do. So mine and only mine. His blue eyes watch me through the rearview mirror of his motorcycle as the night breeze envelops us both. Sergei parks his motorcycle at the Barceloneta pier, as this is one of the best beaches in all of Spain and nothing less could be expected from the magnate; the yacht is luxurious and it awaits us to embark on our little trip. The blonde takes my hand and with a sly smile invites me to enter his magnificent acquisition. A handsome man greets us.
• "Welcome, Mr. Russo, are you ready to depart?" I jump in fright next to the Italian upon hearing the strange sound of the navigation gates. "Don't worry about that. It's normal for these kinds of things."
• He tries to calm us.