09. The Business Meeting

Ashlynn's POV:

Some person— who really thought they ate, said that it life gives you lemons, you make lemonade. Well, unfortunately for me, I currently had a lot on my plate and none of it were delicious lemons.

Hence the reason why I'm thirty-three thousand feet above the ground, in Julian's private jet, flying to New York where he's based so we could get married. And hopefully, be away from the cops.

Luckily for me, the sirens that I had heard outside of my house weren't for me, but were rather for my neighbor, the Accountant, who's house was said to have been loaded with hard drugs and narcotic.

So I dodged that bullet successfully.

Julian Kings being fucking loaded was an understatement, and if I knew the adequate adjectives to measure his fat wealth, I would've used them at this juncture. The size and interior of his private jet spelt rich and class in bold, highlighted letters.

"A drink?" Julian's offer whisked me away from my thoughts and I looked at the tall