Chloe
*Few hours earlier…*
The private jet cabin was an epitome of luxury, the kind of place where the scent of polished wood and leather reminded you just how exclusive your life could be if you played your cards right. I leaned back in my plush seat, the silk scarf tied loosely around my neck, and smiled to myself. This was it, everything was finally coming together. Jake would see reason. I would be back in his arms, exactly where I deserved to be.
The hum of the plane engines was soothing, and I picked up my phone to call Jake.
The line rang twice before his familiar voice answered. "Chloe," he said, his tone warm.
"Jake," I said, letting his name roll off my tongue. "Are you already at the airport? The plane's about to take off."
"Not yet," he admitted, a hint of frustration in his voice. "Something came up, but don't worry. I'll be there when you land."
