In His Arms

After the tense dinner the night before, Riana was looking forward to a day of relaxing with Allan—and Von.

She still didn’t like having a bodyguard, a third wheel, but Allan was adamant about Von following them around. She only wished Von wouldn’t be so obvious and that he would blend in with the crowd like all the other bodyguards had done in the other cities.

She wanted to keep up the delusion that she and Allan were on their honeymoon, and no one went on their honeymoon with a third person.

She was glad, finally, when she got her wish. The moment they stepped out of the hotel, Von was nowhere to be seen. She looked around, searching for him, and spotted him a few feet away. He was dressed in a white linen shirt, blue jeans, and a white, woven hat—unlike the black suit he had on the night before. He looked like a tourist, completely blending in with the crowd.

Riana’s attention was pulled back to Allan when he tugged her h