Sophie
He was wealthy and he was powerful. He owned a private jet, a private airstrip and we just landed on his private island on a helipad.
Raphael disembarked from the helicopter first, waiting for me at the bottom with his face slightly lifted, watching me.The noise was too loud, the wind ruffled his hair, blowing it around his face he kept brushing it off back to keep the strands from his eyes.
He had dropped his coat—one of his bad habits, but it wasn't on the floor, it was on a green carpeted grass that resembled a football pitch. It was beautiful. It was the most beautiful place I have ever seen
Raphael pulled me, hoisting me to his eye level. His eyes had a mysteriously wicked look.
"Welcome to my home cara" he smiled, placing me on my feet. I looked around amazed, and in love
