Simón had his men loading up my luggage into the private jet. He told me to pack a few suitcases, even though we would be gone for less than a week.
I’m sure he thinks I need lots of things because I’m a lady, but he doesn’t even know the half of it. I could live without makeup and heels for the rest of my life.
I wouldn’t die without them.
I stared at Simón’s private jet, finally realizing how wealthy he really was. I mean I saw his bank accounts. I should have already realized how wealthy he was.
But it was more than that.
Simón didn’t carry himself as a loaded, spoiled brat. He was poised and held grace, but I wanted to know who Simón was beyond what everyone else saw.
I wanted to know if Simón was worth putting my trust into.
He was handsome—sexy even.
His dark hair, ch
