Elle’s POV
I woke up to the soft hum of the plane’s engines, the steady vibration beneath me making it clear we were still airborne. My head was pounding, the dull ache pulsing behind my eyes like a relentless drumbeat. The room was dim, lit only by the faint glow of the sun filtering through the tiny windows of the master suite. I blinked, trying to piece together how I ended up here.
Where was here, exactly?
The memories of the night before were hazy, scattered like pieces of a puzzle I couldn’t quite put together. There was the beach, the bar… cocktails, lots of cocktails, and then… nothing. I groaned, sitting up slowly and rubbing my temples as I tried to fight off the nausea swirling in my stomach. My throat felt dry, my limbs heavy.
I glanced around, recognizing the luxurious déc
