Page 68 of Virgin Bratva Hostage

I take my time getting ready, curling my hair in big ringlets and going through the new dresses Avraam bought me after we went clubbing. I select a long black dress that flows around my hips. Pairing it with gold accessories I look like an Egyptian goddess. Satisfied, I head downstairs to find out where we are going.

Avraam stares at me with his jaw dropped.

I spin around, enjoying the attention.

“Fuck me,” he says in shock. “You look incredible.”

“Thank you,” I grin, standing on my tiptoes to kiss him. “I’m ready.”

“Good, because the driver just pulled the limo around front.”

The limo is an elegant touch that I rather enjoy, but to my surprise, it is only the beginning.

We are taken to one of the buildings he owns in town, and he leads me into the elevator to the top floor and out onto the roof.

“Are we having dinner on the roof?” I ask, trying to figure out what is going on.

He laughs, “No, butterfly. Not here.” We round the corner and I giggle with excitement when I see the helicopter waiting for us.

Ducking low, he helps me into the back and the pilot nods in greeting.

We take off during sunset and instead of heading straight to where we are going, Avraam first spoils me with a tour around the coastline, and the best views of the sunset in the entire city.

He sits close to me, always touching me, always caressing me.

I feel myself slipping further into him. Falling for him. But I push the thought aside, denying it because it will cause me too much pain in the end.

After the pilot has flown around the coastline, he turns towards the ocean and my stomach churns nervously. “Doesn’t the need to land soon?” I ask, wondering how much fuel these things carry.

“We will be landing in a few minutes,” Avraam smirks.

“On the ocean?” I gasp in horror.

He leans towards the window and points into the distance. “On that.”

We fly closer and the magnificent super yacht drifts on a calm ocean beneath is. It is white and gold and glistening in the evening light.

The helicopter touches down on the back of the yacht and Avraam climbs out then turns to lift me out.

My dress catches in the breeze and as he lowers me to my feet, I feel like a movie star. He is my prince, and I am his princess. This is all too magical.

Avraam definitely knows how to arrange the perfect surprise.

We wait while the pilot takes off, watching him head back to shore.

“He’ll be back in the morning,” Avraam promises, letting me know we are spending the night on this beautiful yacht.

After a tour of the yacht, which I later find out belongs to him, he leads me to the top deck where the most exquisite dinner has been prepared for us by his private chef.

“Why did you buy such a big yacht?” I ask, as our first course of oysters and prawns is served alongside a pineapple and vodka sauce which is delightfully tangy.

“Because I always dreamed of sailing it around the world. Just leaving one day—and exploring everywhere.”

“Why haven’t you done that yet?”

“Because I didn’t find the right person to go with.” His eyes pierce into me, as though he is trying to say he has found the right person now.

But, of course, that’s just me being ridiculous again. I am nothing to him other than a little fun on the side. He probably wants a really fancy girl, a model or someone less feisty and argumentative. My brothers always warned me it would be impossible for me to find a husband who would put up with me.

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