Essence was curled up in the bed back on the jet staring at the ceiling. Vadim insisted she rest while he spoke with his security team and arranged her dinner now, they were back in the air. He’d presented her with the silkiest pyjamas she’d ever touched in her life and then ordered her into bed. Then he’d tucked the blankets up around her waist, propped pillows behind her back and told her to be patient while he collected her meal.
She cried hard after he’d ended the video of her mother, and he’d hugged her to his chest consolingly. There was something horrible about learning the truth about such an influential person in her life and it rocked her to her core. Removing the rose-colored glasses from her eyes and presenting her mother to be less than the enthusiastic, excitable person she
