“Please, madam,” the maid continues when I don’t move or usher her in. “Don’t get me in trouble with the master. We have limited time.”“Oh, right,” I murmur, stepping out of her way. “Then please proceed.”One hour and two bags later, I’m loading onto a private jet, and once I’m settled, we are tak
[Denali’s POV]I don’t speak as Rosco's words begin to race around in my mind. Be more selfish. How could I possibly? He wasn’t mine to do that with, but somewhere deep down, I found that I wanted to do just that. But as quickly as this thought appears, I push it away.“It’s fine either way." I shru
Fine, if she wanted to try to push my buttons, then she couldn’t blame me for pushing back.At my words, a bark of laughter escapes Rosco before he gives me a look of approval.“She’s right,” he chuckles, turning his attention back to Nadia, who I can only assume is her father. “It’s like that.”“Ri
[Rosco’s POV]I keep my gaze fixed on Denali as she slowly begins to understand what I’ve said. I didn’t only bring her here because of the news going around about me and Nadia. I also wanted her to be a part of the opening of the resort that Harold was doing a piss poor job of handling finances for
“Nevermind, forget what I said; I was..."“Finally opening up,” I finish for her.I didn’t know why, but hearing that left a sour taste in my mouth because I was pretty sure she was referring to her fucking piece of shit ex. Or maybe she was also talking about her mother. The more I was with her, th
[Denali’s POV]My eyes widen with shock as I realize exactly what I had been looking at just now. I was not only staring; I was actually gawking. Goddess, what was wrong with me? I was sure that Rosco probably thought that I was actually considering...No. How could I actually consider something lik
[Rosco’s POV] “Watch your step.” Reaching out, I wait until Denali hesitantly takes my hand so I can lead her up the steep ramp for our ship. After getting ready, we headed out to the marina, where our date would be taking place. It wasn’t just enough to take her to some fancy restaurant in the h
“I’ll let you figure that one out, princess,” I chuckle. “And when you do, you can tell me.” Growing quiet, I watch as confusion flashes in her eyes, but she doesn’t argue further. Instead, she focuses on finishing her meal and downing more alcohol. By the time we are far enough out to see all of