Ariana’s POV
For a moment, I just stood there, staring. The suite looked less like a hotel room and more like a private penthouse — wide glass windows overlooking the skyline, velvet couches, a dining space already stacked with snacks, and a shelf filled with… board games?
I blinked. “Are those—?”
“Yep.” Zack walked past me, tossing his keys on the counter. “Monopoly, Uno, Scrabble, Clue, and three I’ve never heard of but the concierge swore were ‘fun relationship builders.’” He did air quotes.
I turned to him, stunned. “You planned all this?”
He glanced over his shoulder with a small smile. “You’ve been tense. I thought… maybe today didn’t have to be heavy.”
My chest tightened a little. Here he was — billionaire, heir, CEO — and he had planned an afternoon of snacks and board games
