Francesca
"I'm still very angry, and I'll never touch you in a mood like that. As much as I want to s***k your ass—and I really do—I'll never hit you out of anger. Your punishment is to stay here alone tonight."
My jaw dropped. Was he serious? "You're leaving me here on your yacht? What, so I can live like a billionaire until I die?"
"Enjoy it, then. I hope you and your bikini have a wonderful evening. The crew is at your disposal and will provide you with everything you need." He turned and headed for the door.
—Wait, is that it? You're going? Just like that?
"Yes, Francesca, just like that." He paused and looked over his shoulder. "Perhaps this separation is necessary for both of us."
What did that mean? Was he reconsidering our agreement? Well, if so, that was fine w
