Chapter 30

Sleeping with the expectation of a trip is real crap.

In the morning, exactly on the day scheduled for my wedding trip, I am tired of a sleepless night in evidence by the lethargy in my movements. I hardly pay attention to traffic while I'm on my way to the airport, ignoring shops and people in order to rush the step that can make all the difference in my future.

As soon as I embark, I greet the crew of my private jet, and sink into the leather armchair, letting the beautiful flight attendant take care of my luggage.

"Didn't you sleep well last night? "Hunter's voice sounds with unknown care to my ears.

With a heavy sigh, I open one of my eyes, lazy. He stares at me with green eyes weakly shaded by dark circles, a countenance bordering on wear and tear.

“No.”

"I think the armchairs can serve as a bed" he points to the empty seat next to him. I'm facing him. "There's a button that makes them drag.”

I can't help my smile. It's funny to see you