Aimee's POV
A triumphant smile displayed on my lips as we walk out of the plane. Krystal—the flirty flight attendant who became our guard during my “session” with Clyver in the plane bathroom—is standing near the exit of the plane, accommodating everyone to have a safe and good stay on the island.
Clyver is carrying our bags—yes, including mine. I’m not in the mood to drag my trolly with me because I got tired of what we did. It is only proper for him to take our bags as a payment for my service earlier.
One of the sides of my lips rose when a brilliant idea pops into my mind. I straightened my back, put my shades on, and flip my hair.
“Aimee,” I heard Clyver’s warning voice from behind. I am walking ahead of him and he probably notices what I’m going to do. “We barely make the guards
