Chapter 19

Killian hadn't spoken much to me since we drove to the airport and got into his private jet.

I didn't pry. I didn't think I needed to. I could only guess that he was still upset about yesterday since he'd left me alone at the party and went home. But I had the right to be upset too you know. I mean, if he hadn't played the asshole dictator role with me, I wouldn't have had to say those words.

Notwithstanding this, we ended up both ignoring each other and I whiled away my time by reading one of the many novels I'd packed for this trip. It wasn't until he pulled out a small brown briefcase and slapped it open with a loud click on the table that I finally looked up from page 34 of Elle Kennedy's novel, claimed.

"This is our backstory." He slapped the flat document down on the table.

Well, look who finally decided to speak.

"Where we met, how we fell in love, how I proposed, our acquaintances, etcetera." He continued.

I dropped my novel and picked up the paper. "I take it you've already