Olivia

We slipped away from the main party and headed toward the yacht's stern. Alexander nodded to a crew member, who opened a door for us, revealing a private staircase.

"Should we be going this way?" I asked nervously.

"I arranged it earlier," Alexander assured me. "Trust me."

The staircase led to a secluded deck at the very back of the yacht. It was empty except for a comfortable--looking lounge area with cushions and blankets. The space was lit ...