Chapter Thirty-One

Sophie

He was wealthy, and he was powerful. He owned a private jet, a private airstrip, and we just landed on his private island on a helipad.

Raphael disembarked from the helicopter first, waiting for me at the bottom with his face slightly lifted, watching me. The noise was too loud; the wind ruffled his hair, blowing it around his face; he kept brushing it off back to keep the strands from his eyes.

He had dropped his coat-one of his bad habits, but it wasn't on the floor; it was on a green carpeted grass that resembled a football pitch. It was beautiful. It was the most beautiful place I have ever seen.

Raphael pulled me, hoisting me to his eye level. His eyes had a mysteriously wicked look.

"Welcome to my home, cara," he smiled, placing me on my feet. I looked around amazed and in love with this beautiful place. The sun had not fully set; the sun's reflection on the beach gave a magnificent impression of golden rays animating the bright blue waters.