Emily’s POV
Why the hell not?
You only live once, and even if both of them are playing with me, I might as well enjoy it while it lasts.
At least now I would have a fun story to tell my kids or grandkids—if I even have them.
"Change the scenery to where?" I asked. “You know I have a job, I can’t miss Monday.”
A slow, triumphant smile spread across his face. "Don’t worry, my beautiful fox.” I rolled my eyes at the cheesy nickname. “I have a private jet.”
I rolled my eyes.
Of course he did.
“Then lead the way, Ilay,” I said, sliding inside his car.
"To the airport," he told the driver.
The city melted away. We arrived at the airport pretty quickly. I didn’t expect Ilay to have everything ready; it took us less than ten minutes to be inside his private jet.
“What if I had s
