Aliyah's p.o.v
I dragged my bag across the tarmac towards the private jet, according to the description Brown gave, I located it easily. On it is written Brown Marino boldly. I had texted him yesterday, swallowing my pride to thank him for the clothes.
And also to inquire more about the trip. He had been so elated and also tried to flirt with me but I bid him goodnight almost immediately.
Outside the jet stood Ottavio and as I approached, he was putting on a dark sunshades, he wasn't wearing a suit today, just a plain button down and pant. Few buttons on the top were open. He looked hot and that scowl on his face made him look f*****g dapper.
He approached me, collected the little bag I packed without as much as an exchange of pleasantries. But I needed to get my bite back. “You can't
