Opening the drawer of my bedside table I remove the crystal box, carved from a precious stone, glittering in the light as I roll it in the palm of my hand. Inside is the most exquisite ring I’ve ever seen. I made sure it was more beautiful than any other ring in the world. My girl deserves the best. When she wears it, she will wear it with pride and the world will know - she belongs to me.
I slip the box into my pocket and chuckle. I won’t let her say no.
I’ve put together an offer that she cannot refuse.
“Are you ready my cheeky little raven? Our pilot has arrived and is waiting for us at the airport.”
“I’m ready.” She calls out from her own bedroom.
When we get back all of her things will be moved into my room. My future wife belongs in my bed. She’s been sleeping next to me almost every night, anyway. Only on the nights I punished her did she sleep in her own bed—and in that way, I punished myself too.
Misha steps out of her room dragging a small carry-on bag behind her.
I reach around her and take it from her, my bag in my other hand. I set both of them at the top of the stairs and nod towards the security idiot standing by the door.
“Put these in the car.” I snarl, wondering why the fuck he hasn’t already thought of doing it.
Why the hell I have to spell everything out to these morons. That’s why I never bother learning their names. Very few of them last long enough in my presence.
“Are we really going to a private island?” She asks, giggling with excitement.
“Not just any private island, my pet, a very special one.” I reply, pulling her close to me and talking with my mouth close to hers.
“Why is it special?”
“You’ll find out soon enough. Come on, let’s get out of here.”
The pilot is ready and waiting in my private jet when we arrive at the airport.
“Ready for the Bahamas, sir?”
“Definitely. Get us out of here, Ramon.” I grin, pushing Misha up the stairs and into the jet, her eyes are wide withwonder. It’s clear to me and everyone else around us that this is her first time on a plane, never mind her first time on a private plane.
“The Bahamas?” She whispers, as though she was in a library and has to stay polite.
I laugh loudly. “Yes, little pet. It’s just off the Bahamas. A completely exclusive island detached and surrounded by crystal blue oceans. You’ll love it.”
“You,” I snap, pointing to the air hostess. “Get us a bottle of champagne and once we are in the air, I want a seafood platter.”
“Yes, sir.” She mutters nervously and hurries away.
“I used to work as a waitress once.” Misha says, sounding defensive. I can’t figure out why.
“I don’t understand, little pet. What do you mean?”
“I was a waitress. They are still people, Vincent. You shouldn’t speak to her like that.” Misha’s brows are knotted.
I laugh again and pull Misha onto my lap as I sit down. “Little raven, you are nothing like those people. They are all beneath us. You were meant for far greater things. I knew that the moment I saw you in the restaurant that night. Never compare yourself to people who are not on your level. Do you understand me? You belong with us, in the mountains of the gods.”
With my fingers wrapped around the back of her head I pull her into a kiss, and she giggles against my lips.
“I like the sound of that.” She laughs.
Our flight isn’t long, but Misha and I find plenty of time to play.
We enjoy an extravagant seafood platter and finish a bottle of champagne before closing the privacy doors that lead to the front cabin.
By the time we land Misha is overexcited and trying to hurry to pull her clothes back on.
