PENELOPE
Sitting in the backseat of Christian’s black car, I stared at my phone screen, rapidly typing to Jess.
Me: So… I may or may not be on my way to Santorini right now.
The typing bubbles appeared, her reply was instant. Jess: b***h, WHAT???
Me: Christian just said “let’s go” and now I’m in his car heading to his jet.
Jess: OH MY GOD. This is some rich people's behavior. Are you hearing yourself? YOU’RE ON YOUR WAY TO HIS PRIVATE JET? I NEED A MOMENT.
I could practically hear her screaming through the text. My phone vibrated again before I could respond.
Jess: No. NO. I refuse to believe this. Did he hit his head? Did you hit his head? Why is he suddenly Mr. Romantic??
Me: I don’t know?? I mean, maybe the s*x was just that good?
Jess: IT BETTER HAVE BEEN.
I shook my head, la
