Macau, “The Sin City”

(Avery’s Thoughts)

The long-hour flight from Seattle is finally over. Thanks to this private jet the travel time cut down to only a 16-hour flight instead of a day and 6-hour flight with 2 stopovers.

This is one perk of knowing a billionaire, the travel time shortens.

It is morning time when we reach Macau International Airport. The sun has already reached its peak, so its rays are killing me. It is a good thing that I prepared my sunglasses beforehand.

As I wear it, two strong arms wrap around my waist from behind, “Aren’t you going down the plane?” says the man with a deep cold voice when I block the jet’s door.

I turn around and we begin kissing, not minding the staff in and out of the jet. After a long torrid kiss, he holds my hand and we step down using the retractable staircase of the jet.

Once our feet land on the airport ground, I notice the black sedan surrounding us, and they are accompanied by bulged muscular men.

I cling to Dmitri’s arm and ask him, “Who are these sca