Ethan's POV
I watched the Mediterranean coastline grow larger through the window of the Gulfstream G650. The pilot announced our descent into Ibiza, and I couldn't help but smile. After the wild nights in the Maldives, I was ready for the legendary party scene of the White Isle.
"Mr. Williams, we'll be landing in approximately ten minutes," the flight attendant informed me, refreshing my whiskey.
"Perfect, thank you."
The jet touched down smoothly as the sun was setting, casting everything in a golden haze that made the island look like it was dipped in honey. I stepped onto the tarmac, feeling the warm evening air hit my face. This was going to be good.
A sleek black Mercedes waited on the tarmac, beside which stood a tall man in a crisp black suit holding a sign with my name.
"Mr.
