They arrived at a private section of the airstrip, where his sleek private jet stood like a dark beast waiting on the tarmac, ready to take flight. But just as Aira reached the base of the boarding stairs, a desperate voice cut through the howling wind—
"AIRA!"
Her steps froze. She turned her head, her dark eyes widening in utter disbelief.
Her ex-fiancé came running through the security gates, his clothes disheveled, his breath ragged, his hair wildly windblown.
"Aira! Don’t do this! Please!"
Aira’s hands clenched into tight fists at her sides, her entire body locking up.
"Turn around and go home," Dominic said calmly, not even bothering to look back over his shoulder. "You’re embarrassing yourself."
"You forced her!" he screamed over the roar of the jet engines, his voice raw with
