Page 86 of Bossy Billionaire's Pretend Fiancée

I wanted to feel the breeze against my skin while still looking chic, and this ensemble offered just that.

We boarded the private jet, and the luxury of it all was surreal. The plush leather seats, the soft ambient lighting, and the attentive flight attendants made us feel so relaxed.

As we settled into our seats, I couldn't help but smile at Alexander.

He grinned back at me, his eyes sparkling with anticipation.

The flight took off smoothly, and as we soared through the sky, I couldn't help but think about how far we'd come together.

Alexander and I had been through so much in such a short time – the highs and lows, the laughter and tears – and we were embarking on this incredible adventure together.

It felt like the perfect way to celebrate our love and the life we were building together.

Eleven hours later, we landed in Greece. The moment we stepped off the plane, the warm Mediterranean breeze greeted us, carrying the scent of salt water.

A private chauffeur service, arranged by the resort, was waiting for us.

We climbed into the sleek black car, and as it whisked us away to our accommodation, I felt a sense of contentment wash over me.We were in Greece, and all our worries seemed to have been left behind on that private jet.

The resort was everything we’d hoped for and more. Perched on the cliffs of Santorini, it offered panoramic views of the azure sea and the iconic white-washed buildings.

Our suite was elegant and spacious, with a private terrace overlooking the breathtaking caldera. It’s the place that made you feel like you were in a dream.

After freshening up and taking a moment to soak in the beauty of our surroundings, Alexander and I decided that the only thing we wanted to do after the long flight was to have dinner and sleep.

We went to the resort's restaurant and sat at a candlelit table overlooking the sea.

The evening air was warm and filled with the soothing sounds of waves crashing against the cliffs below. As we looked through the menu, I couldn't help but feel grateful for this moment.

"What are you in the mood for, Alexander?" I asked, my eyes scanning the offerings of fresh seafood and Mediterranean delicacies.

Alexander leaned across the table, his hand finding mine.

"I'll start with the grilled chicken and maybe some moussaka. And a bottle of some local white wine, what do you say?"

I nodded in agreement, my heart full.

"Sounds perfect, but no wine for me."

We discussed our plans for the days ahead as we enjoyed the meal. Exploring the charming villages, relaxing on the blacksand beaches, and watching the legendary sunsets of Santorini were all on our agenda.

But for now, the gentle sway of the sea and the taste of Greek cuisine filled our senses.

After dinner, we returned to our suite, where the comfortable king-size bed beckoned us. The curtains billowed gently in the warm breeze as we lay down, facing each other.

Our eyes locked, and in that moment, words weren't necessary. The connection we shared spoke volumes.

Alexander reached out and traced a finger along my cheek.

"I love you, Elizabeth," he whispered.

"I love you too, Alexander," I replied, tears of happiness in my eyes.

We kissed slowly and tenderly, savoring the sweetness of the moment.

As we wrapped our arms around each other and drifted off to sleep, I couldn't help but think that Santorini was the perfect backdrop for our love story.

And the best part? Our adventure had only just begun.

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