Phei watched the sleek black sedan glide away down the boulevard, Catherine's driving as precise and unhurried as always. Through the tinted rear window Madam Ashford's silhouette lingered for one last heartbeat before the car vanished around the corner, swallowed by the golden morning traffic of Paradise.
He stood alone on the pristine sidewalk outside Sovereign Tower, hands buried in his pockets, early sunlight carving long shadows across the marble. 7:03 a.m. and his devastating godly beauty.
He could almost feel the soft, heavy hum of his women still sleeping from even down here—wrapped in tangled silk sheets, limbs heavy, dreams slow and sweet after a night that had bled far past midnight.
They'd need at least another hour, maybe two, before they stirred enough to get ready for what he had planned.
His phone buzzed once, sharp and quiet.
Emily:At the airport. Everything's locked in. Just waiting on you.
