And just like that, Courtney Ortega is forgotten, and we move on to planning a vacation.
“Are you serious?” I ask, blinking as I spin in a circle, seeing an almost three-hundred-and-sixty-degree view of the sea.
“Completely serious,” Sebastian says.
“You bought an island?”
“Yes.”
“And no one knows where we are?”
“No one.”
“And there’s no staff?”
“No.”
“No internet?”
“No.”
“No cell service?”
“No. There’s nothing but the beach, the sea, and a house full of a month’s worth of pre-prepared meals for us.”
“How will we know if Sammy goes into labor? I promised I’d be there with her, just in case Evan loses his shit.”
“Evan’s got the number to the satellite phone I bought with us. If Sammy shows signs of going into labor, or there are any other problems, he’ll call us.”
“I can’t believe you brought an island.” I laugh. “Why did you buy an island?”
“Do you want an answer you’ll like, or the real answer?” he asks.
“How mad is the real answer going to make me?”
His shrug is infuriating.
Huffing, I roll my eyes. “Fine, the real answer.”
“I brought this so if you tried to leave me, I could bring you here and never let you go.”
“So, this place was supposed to be my new cage after blackmail and coercion stopped working?” I ask dryly.
“Pretty much,” he says completely unrepentantly.
I know I should be mad, but I just don’t seem to be able to stop myself, and a soft giggle falls from my lips. “You’re a complete psycho; you know that, don’t you?”
“Only for you,” he says, closing the distance between us and slowly starting to strip me of my clothes.
“What are you doing?” I ask, already knowing the answer.
“This island only has a couple of rules.”
“Oh, really. What kind of rules?”
“First, no clothes are allowed here.”
“No clothes,” I drawl, letting him push my panties down my thighs, then drag my shirt up and over my head, leaving me completely naked as he removes his own clothes.
