Chapter 53 You Want Me To Fuck You?

• When the jet touched down in New Orleans, the wheels hitting the tarmac with a soft jolt, Adriano glanced across the cabin to where Serena sat.
• She was still asleep.
• Serena's head lolled gently to the side, her lips slightly parted, and a loose strand of blonde hair had fallen over her cheek. Her hands were folded awkwardly in her lap, and the champagne flute was long forgotten on the tray beside her.