In a posh hotel suite, Jaxon stepped out of the shower with a simple white nightgown. Droplets of water hung on his brown hair, some cascading down his face onto the snow-white sheets. “Mikayla, I love you! Winona and I… I just fell prey to the temptation. You love me, don’t you? You’ll trust me, won’t you?”
However, there was no response from Mikayla on the bed, only the sound of her even breathing. Jaxon trailed his fingers gently across her cheek, luxuriating in her softness. Gradually, his touch wandered lower, drawn by a growing desperation for more.
*****
Twenty minutes earlier, a modest MPV cruised steadily along the highway. Inside, Carlos smiled as he glanced at the words [Call Ended] on the screen. “Fiancé…”
His smile quickly soured. “Get me a private jet. I need to be back in Xosa, stat!”
“Yes, sir!” The subordinate in the front seat didn’t dare to disobey.
“I need to be at Xosa Airport in 40 minutes!” Carlos added.
The subordinate broke into a sweat, thinking, ‘That’s cutting it close. It takes an hour and a half at least.’ He picked up the phone in his hand and dialed a number. “Elvis!”
“Yes?” Elvis replied.
“Please help me check Mikayla’s whereabouts today. Get back to me in 20 minutes! No, 15 minutes!” the subordinate instructed.
“Okay,” Elvis replied.
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