Kimberly’s POV:
“Welcome back to Milan, Baby,” he lightly kissed my lips, “You look so beautiful,” he wrapped my shoulder with his arm, and leaded me to the matte black supercar, only several meters from the aircraft.
“Thank you, Nic,” I muttered shyly, feeling familiar with his nice scent.
He wore matching long coat with mine, in ivory. His silky blonde fell freely on his shoulder, but a bit shorter than the last time we met.
Did he trim his hair?
I smiled to Peter who was taking my luggage into a black Hummer behind the swing-up door Lamborghini.
Such a hell of a high life.
“So, how’s your sleep, Baby?” he asked while driving his car out of the airport with Peter tailing us behind.
I looked up seeing how the electrochromic roof turned into see through from frosted when he push
