Chapter 63: Visuals
Chapter 63
Lenora
"Lenora, do you know that I love you?" Ronan asks as we’re ushered by a small army of staff toward what appears to be a private fucking plane.
I don’t think it truly hit me until this moment—that my mate isn’t just powerful in the wolf sense, he’s powerful in the world sense. Wealthy. Untouchable. I suddenly feel self-conscious in my plain T-shirt and shorts, but Cameron told me to dress comfortably.
Ronan’s dressed the same, though with him, the casual look somehow screams I could buy this entire airport if I wanted to.
"Do you? I didn’t get the memo," I reply, lifting a brow.
"I knew enduring all these years of your friendship would pay off one day," he says.
"Enduring, huh?" I’m about to pinch his ear when I see him.
Standing in front of the plane, next to a sleek black car, phone to his ear, is my mate.
Those suits. Those bloody suits. The ones he wears every morning to work, tailored so perfectly they look like they were sewn directly onto his body. I don’t know what it is about them, but they’re lethal. Like, criminally attractive.
I want to drop to my knees right there on the tarmac, let him have his way with me, feel his hand in my hair, choke on—
He turns his head.