Chapter 15. The Beloved

Anna May

"I hate airplanes." She blurted out. She really did and had no qualms letting Alexander know.

Planes have cramped spaces, and they have the smallest toilet one could ever find. And not to mention the snoring people around. She didn’t mean to sound like a brat. Her experience was based on the pervs from her past trying to cope. Taking advantage of the limited area.

"You will love this one, mia anima." He smiled at her. God! He looked so incredible. She blushed with her memories of last night. They did it again in the shower. But just like before he didn’t go all the way. Why?

"I would love to know what you are thinking about that made you redden as a ripe tomato, baby girl. Care to tell me?" He wiggled his eyebrows teasingly. She was glad they were inside a car, and there was a panel separating them from the driver.

"Umm...about last night." Jeez! When will I stop blushing?

"What about last night, mio amore?" He glanced at her. Amusement d