Mr Billionaire's Borrowed Wife
“Yeah. Five large suitcases, two small bags, one box of Sienna’s toys, one box of her art supplies, one box for mermaid gear and slime, one box for Sushi, one for his food, one for litter and all the accessories. And oh, Angela’s coming too. So her luggage. And her boots, which she says are limited edition and absolutely cannot go in cargo.”
Nicholas stared at me. Then he laughed again. Deep. From his chest. Again.
“I’m serious, Castello.”
“And I’m giving you a serious answer,” he said, leaning back in his chair, still grinning. “I have a private jet, Mrs. Castello. We’re not flying economy with a five-kilo baggage limit.”
I paused for a second. Then scoffed. “Damn...”
He raised an eyebrow.