Emily Harper
"You have a superyacht?" I asked him as I stared wide-eyed at the magnificent white boat floating in the water. It had a golden inscription on the side for its name: King Midas.
Rye looked at me and chuckled. "Of course," he said. "How else do you expect me to be in the New York Yacht Club without a yacht?"
I blushed. "Sorry, I just thought that you have a special pass or something."
"Well," Rye began as he stared at me. "Technically, this superyacht is not yet mine as this is my dad's. For some reason, father's will is yet to push through." He then took a step forward. "But enough of that, we did not come here to talk about depressing things. Let's go, Em. I'll take you inside."
The King Midas seemed bigger than our house in California. As it seemed to me, it was nearly
