Chapter 9. Love

Just then, the door opened, and a familiar figure appeared.

Wait. No, this is no damn way happening.

“Hello, Aurora.” He greeted, his mischievous dark hazel eyes and jet black hair meeting her.

Of course, it had to be him. Reagan. 

Damn Reagan. 

She was once inside this same yacht a few years ago as his parents surprised him on his 16th birthday a yacht. This is where he held his parties and brought his girls over. 

She let out an exasperated sigh, now tired to deal with this, “What do you want?”

She asked, wanting to get to the point. 

Reagan’s perfectly sculpted eyebrows raised at her, “Should the first thing that comes out of your mind is to thank you for saving you?” 

“What? Save?” 

He nodded, clearly enjoying this. “You nearly died from the plane crash. They had an emergency landing in the middle of the pacific ocean so I had come to get you.” 

Died from a plane crash? Her brain couldn