After a couple of hours, they were filing inside what Inez would call a rather sleek private jet with leather seats and personal attendants. She knew that Killian was rich, but she never knew that he was 'richie rich,' the fact that he owned a freaking private jet was still haunting her somewhere at the back of her head.
She truly had no idea about this man, did she—no, she did know a little about him, minus the wealth that he owned, because she couldn't be bothered about it.
"Sometimes I feel thankful that you are my alpha, Kill," sighed Ajax as he sank into his seat. "Having you is the greatest blessing or else we would be flying economy at the moment."
Killian pulled Inez onto the seat next to him and stated, "Pity I cannot say the same for you. Make sure that you keep your hands off the attendants this time around, Ajax; I don't want any trouble."
