f*****g Kai was a mistake.
Because when she came to the VIP room, she glowed and hasn’t stopped since.
Milo hasn’t arrived yet, but his dozen closest guests fill the rear rooms and upper deck, a deck with the best view on the yacht.
And Kai has been munching on a meat and cheese plate in the corner, while drinking her scotch and ignoring me.
Liesel, on the other hand, hasn’t stopped asking me questions. “What did Kai say when you went after her?”
“Can I get you another drink?” I ask, ignoring Liesel.
She sighs. “If I’m going to have to keep dealing with you ignoring me, then yes.”
Wanting to get Liesel a drink has nothing to do with Liesel and everything with wanting to be near Kai, who is standing at the bar munching on small bites of food to settle her stomach.
She was an
