Nick’s POV
I should’ve known the morning was cursed the moment I opened my eyes to find myself still painfully hard from last night’s disastrous, fiery, soul-destroying kiss-and-slap incident.
I sat up in bed, groaned, and ran a hand through my hair.
The flight back to LA was scheduled in two hours, and as much as I would’ve loved to avoid both women for the rest of my natural life, I didn’t have a choice. Nara was my wife. Contract wife, whatever. And Jane… well, Jane was already texting me good morning love notes and kiss emojis like nothing had happened.
Kill me now.
Fast forward one hour later, we arrived at the private jet terminal in Santorini. The sun was glaring, the tarmac was hot, and the jet glimmered like something out of a billionaire’s wet dream. Too bad the passengers w
