Chapter 3:
First Night Suite Claiming
I barely slept in that stupid tiny cabin. Captain Kai’s words kept echoing sleep naked and I did, just to spite him, or maybe to obey him. I couldn’t decide which. By morning a polite steward knocked, saying my belongings were being moved to the Presidential Suite on the top deck. No arguments. No paperwork. Just Kai’s authority making everything happen.
When I stepped inside the suite, my jaw dropped. Floor to ceiling windows wrapped around the living area, opening onto a massive private balcony with a hot tub and loungers overlooking endless turquoise ocean. The bed was enormous, dressed in crisp white linens. Fresh flowers, champagne on ice, and a note on the marble counter: Be on the balcony at 11 p.m. Naked. ‘K’
I spent the day exploring with
