Betty’s POV

I really couldn't believe he took me to Norway until we arrived at the airport.

The airport lights were harsh as I stepped out of his private jet wearing just my pyjamas and slippers. God I was nervous, it was embarrassing.

We stepped on the runway and Ivan’s large windbreaker draped over my shoulders. It swallowed me, a cocoon of warmth and intimidation all at once. "It's cold.." he muttered, probably realising how nervous I was. I wrapped the jacket over me, refusing to ...