Bella’s POV — Paris
The jet’s engines hummed low and steady like some giant cat purring in its sleep.
Everything around us screamed money. The soft white leather seats that can swallowed you whole, those warm amber lights in the private jet glowing like candlelight, and the faint trace of Leon’s cigar still hanging in the air even though he’d stubbed it out ages ago. Outside the little oval plane window, the sky was turning to this kind of insane mix of lavender and gold.
Leon was sprawled across from me, his legs wide, and his shirt open halfway down his chest. One arm was thrown along the back of the seat, and the other one was busy holding his phone.
The screen lit up his face in cold blue kind of color, and every few seconds, his usual low, dirty laugh rolled out of him. It soun
