She Stole My Seat on My Private Jet. She Forgot I Owned the Sky.

half a second.

Then he let go.

“You’re going to regret this,” he said.

I looked at his champagne glass.

“I already do.”

That landed.

His face shifted.

For one brief, terrible moment, he looked like the man from the Plaza.

The man who had danced with me under white roses.

The man who had said he wanted a family.

Then Sienna touched his shoulder.

The softness vanished.continue reading …