Chapter 132

Madison

“A boat?” I asked, following him down the dock.

“Not just any boat.” Alexander gestured ahead to a sleek yacht that looked like something out of a luxury magazine. It wasn’t as massive as the one from the fundraiser event, but it was still impressive—gleaming white with elegant lines and soft lights illuminating the deck.

“Whose is it?” I asked, accepting his hand as I stepped aboard.

“Mine.” He said it casually, as if owning a yacht was as common as owning a bicycle.

“Of course it is,” I muttered. “You probably have a submarine, too, just for weekend excursions.”

Alexander’s laugh was rich and genuine as he guided me onto the yacht. “Not yet, but that’s not a bad idea. I’ll have to look into that.”

The deck was polished teak, gleaming under the soft lighting. Everything about the vessel screamed money—from the plush seating area to the state-of-the-art navigation system. I tried not to look impressed, but I failed miserably.<