Bella’s POV
"Jesse, you still don’t wanna tell me where we’re going?" I asked again, as one of his men was dragging my suitcase behind me as we walked toward the car.
He didn’t even flinch. "Nope."
I narrowed my eyes on him. "Seriously?"
"You’ll know when we get there," he said, opening the car door for me with that frustratingly smug smile of his. "Trust me, baby."
I sighed dramatically but slid into the seat anyway. "You’re lucky I like surprises."
"We both know you love surprises when I’m the one giving them," he said smoothly, kissing the back of my hand as he got in beside me.
We drove straight to the private airstrip—because of course Jesse had a private jet. Sometimes I forget how ridiculously rich he was.
“Let’s goooo, baby!” he said, full of boyish excitement as he led me
