Chapter six

The flight to Bora Bora was devastating.

I was sitting in silence, none of the staff bothered to ask me if I wanted a drink or something to eat. They didn't bother to breathe or look in my direction. I was practically a ghost.

Just as I asked, Saint left me alone. He kept his distance. It was as if he wasn't even there yet I felt his dark presence. Once in a while I would turn my head to look at him out of curiosity. When I looked directly into those eyes—a deep umber with a tint of green on his left eye it caused the hairs on the nape of my neck to lift from my skin. I felt his proximity like a black hole, his pull like the gravity of the moon shifting the tide.

The plane landed,, and once I stepped out of the plane, I was greeted by the lowering sun casting the lush grounds in shades of amber and smoky taupe. With warm winds licking my skin causing goosebumps to spread all over my body due to the unexpected wind. A black Mercedes pulls up in front of the plane then a man with buzzed