DJ’s POV
I had to will my jaw shut, to not openly gawk at the impressive sight before me. The jet screamed “I got money to burn!” no matter where I looked. Everything from the huge TV screen mounted on the wall and the fancy leather seats to the champagne on ice and fancy-looking dinner that had been prepared.
Yeah, Ivan was a king alright…
“DJ,” Ivan called out to me, and I saw him making himself comfortable in one of the seats facing the TV. With an almost childlike grin, he patted the seat next to him: “Come sit here!”
Like I was some sort of dog, I mentally snorted and narrowed my eyes at him. A flicker of defiance welled up in me and for a split second, I wondered if I should provoke him by sitting somewhere else. That at least should teach him about giving me orders…
But then I
