Chapter thirteen

We finally stepped off the private jet, greeted by a warm breeze that gently brushed against my skin. Inhaling deeply, I filled my lungs with the scent of the ocean mingled with the fragrance of exotic flowers. I closed my eyes, admiring the surroundings.

Carlton gently put his arm on my waist as we approached a procession of twelve attendants, clad in crisp white linen shirts and tailored pants, with the sun gleaming off their straw hats and leather boat shoes. The men formed a welcoming line, smiles gracing their faces. Glancing at Carlton, I couldn't help but notice his stoic expression. He stood beside me, a silent presence amidst the flurry of activity as attendants bustled around us. Despite being so close, there was an unspoken distance between us, a reminder of the contract that bound us together. Kill the sexual fantasies, Samantha.

As we approached, one of the attendants stepped forward, offering a polite greeting. "Welcome, Mr. and Ms. Williams. The yacht is ready," he ann