Chapter 21
Charlotte
It had been days since I woke up on this yacht. The Empress.
Now that I had the chance to see it in all its luxurious splendor, I knew what Elijah meant when he said his friend had a taste for overly extravagant things. I could only imagine the parties and social events hosted on the large deck area, champagne flowing, women sunbathing on the open flybridge. It even boasted its own helicopter pad, and a fleet of Jet Skis.
On my way out, I caught a glimpse of Elijah in the study, talking on his phone. When he saw me standing there, he approached, his liquid gaze drifting down my body, causing my pulse to beat like a drum. But he merely stopped by the door, leveling me with his cognac eyes before closing the door—placing a barrier between us.
I made my way up the sp
