Italy, Milan

Xavier’s POV

As the tires of the private jet land on the port of my home in Milan, I turn to take a look at the woman seated beside me.

She is fast asleep, her face in a deep frown.

A suppressing tension hung over us as we flew from New York 8 hours ago. I decided to ignore her which is why I didn’t know when she fell asleep.

Finally landing, I tap her on the shoulder, jerking her up.

She sits upright, looking around until her eyes fall on mine.

“We are here”, I ...