Zara
The next day, I chose flared jeans, pumps, and a lace travel top. Alpha Kane informed me that we would be checking into a hotel where we would meet his clients for dinner before the party.
So I had plenty of time to get ready. The cold asshole I called boss was wearing his usual black button-down and dress pants. Today, he was wearing Ray-Bans, and that damn cologne of his hit me full force as I sat down next to him and said hello.
"Good evening, sir."
"Okay."
The flight to Alpha Kane's private jet was quiet and calm, with him almost completely absorbed in his phone. I looked outside, watching the trees shed their leaves in preparation for winter.
We soon arrived at the airport and were escorted to his sleek jet, the same color as his coffee. The fading sun reflected off the shiny surface as we climbed the stairs and entered the plush cabin.
