R A Y V I N
We had landed in one of his private hangars, and a limo with a black-haired man around his mid-fifties was already waiting. Getting out of the jet, he wrapped his oversized Jacket around me. “That sexiness is for my eyes only,” he had whispered in my ears, causing me to smile. We got into the car without wasting any more time. The ride was peaceful. Everything seemed real and beautiful, but, I knew it was just for a brief moment. Any minute now I would wake up in my depressing apartment and realize this had all been a dream. Surreal did not begin to describe my night. And it was far from over. “How long have you lived here?” I asked him.
“I never have. I bought it because it offered me the serenity I need whenever I wanted relaxation. It gives me a kind of comfort. The prope
