Chapter Twenty-eight: Change Of Plans

I craned my neck to look right, left, then up. And up some more. The view before me was beautiful and breathtaking.

“Unreal,” I muttered. "This place is amazing."

Viktor flashed me a grin. “I’m glad you like it. I would be disappointed if you let your poor taste come before you this time.”

I rolled my eyes. “This is your home?”

“No.” He smiled at me, looking sleek and shaved in a clean suit, having

showered on our overnight flight. “My home is in the desert, a two-hour

helicopter ride away. But this...” He shrugged. “It’s just a place to do

business. I come here as little as possible. It’s a bit too—civilized.”

Too civilized? Was he insane?

I shook my head as I looked back up at the beautiful Moorish

palace, two stories tall, surrounded by gently swaying palm trees and the glimmer of a blue-water pool.

It was like a honeymoon, all right, I thought. If you were really, really

rich. I didn't want to believe that he might have brought me there because of the wedding, but the thought slip