The moment Ralf and Caison stepped onto the private jet, something felt wrong.
Scarlett sat comfortably in one of the leather seats, sunglasses perched on her head like she owned the aircraft. Hunter lounghed across from her, already halfway through a drink he had clearly helped himself to.
Ralf stopped dead in the aisle.
"What," he said slowly, "is going on here?"
Caison looked from Ralf to the pair and back again. "You didn't invite them?"
"Hell no, I didn't invite them."
Scarlett didn't even glance up. "Finally. So where are we going?"
"We are going nowhere," Ralf snapped, "with the two of you."
Hunter lifted his glass casually. "I needed a holiday. Babysitting your boyfriend was exhausting work. I deserve compensation."
Caison blinked. "You were babysitting me?"
Hunter shr
