CHAPTER 61 FLIGHT TO GREECE

The toy.

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Stepping into the ride that he had sent for me, a bouquet of roses and a note lay on the seat for me.

I picked up the rose and smelled it; its natural scent enticed my nose. I picked up the note.

“I’m waiting, Binky.”

A warm smile tugged at the corners of my lips, reflecting what my heart was feeling.

I checked my watch for what felt like a hundredth time; the driver said it was a fifteen-minute drive. Yet twenty minutes had gone by—twenty minutes of my brain running with wild thoughts, my heart beating erratically. A few days of not seeing his face felt like an eternity.

As the car stopped next to the private jet, I stepped out, my short black a-line skirt and black hair dancing freely in the wind. I quickened my pace, and my heels clicked against the ground. I clutched the bouquet of roses.

As I stepped into the private jet, the familiar scent of leather and subtle cologne enveloped me. My heart pounded with anticipation, and my breath caught in my t