As the sleek black car made its way toward the private jet, Behati stared out the window, her excitement palpable. She was practically bouncing in her seat, unable to contain the excitement bubbling up inside her.
"I can't believe it! Italy! Do you think we'll have time to visit Florence? I've always wanted to see the art there. And we have to stop by the local boutiques. Imagine all the handmade leather bags and shoes!" Behati's voice spilled out, full of excitement, her hands gesturing wildly as she talked.
Y/N sat next to her, a faint smile playing on her lips. She wasn't saying much, but she didn't need to. She loved watching Behati's enthusiasm fill the space around them. It was contagious, pulling Y/N out of her usual quiet, reserved state. For the first time in weeks, Y/N felt like she could breathe again, just listening to her talk. No pressure, no tension—just excitement for what was ahead.
"Whatever you want, princess," Y/N said softly, her voice warm.
Behati leaned into her, a wide grin stretching across her face. "You spoil me, you know that?"
Y/N gave her a playful smirk as the car slowed to a stop. "That's the idea... that's the point of our little arrangement Princess."
They stepped out of the car and were greeted by the familiar sight of Y/N's private jet, gleaming under the late afternoon sun. Y/N walked forward, immediately greeting the pilots with a polite nod before turning to introduce Behati.
"This is Behati Prinsloo," Y/N said, a rare softness in her voice.
Behati smiled brightly at the pilots, then turned her attention to the flight attendant who was waiting for them at the base of the steps.
"Ashley, this is Behati," Y/N continued, her tone casual, but the introduction carried weight.
Ashley smiled warmly. "Welcome aboard, Ms. Prinsloo. It's a pleasure to have you with us"
Behati took her hand with a friendly grip, her eyes sparkling. "It's my first time on a private jet," she confessed with a small laugh.
Ashley's smile grew. "Well, you're in for quite the experience."
As they boarded the plane, Behati's eyes darted around, taking in the luxurious interior. The sleek leather seats, the polished wood paneling, the subtle scent of luxury in the air—it all felt surreal to her. She sank into one of the plush seats, her fingers running over the armrest as if to confirm it was real.
"This is amazing," Behati whispered to Y/N, her eyes wide. "I could really get used to this."
Y/N's response was simple, but her words carried a heavy promise. "Good. Whenever you want to go somewhere, let me know and you can take the jet"
Behati grinned, clearly enjoying the moment, but then Y/N reached into her pocket and pulled out a sleek black Centurion Card, handing it to Behati with a casualness that surprised her.
"Here," Y/N said, her tone matter-of-fact. "Use this while I'm busy with meetings. Get yourself whatever you want."
Behati took the card, her brows raised in surprise. "What's my limit?"
Y/N chuckled. "There's no limit, Behati. Buy whatever your heart desires."
Behati looked at the card, then back at Y/N, a smile forming on her lips. "I like Italy already."
As Behati examined the card, Ashley, the flight attendant, noticed the gesture. She wasn't one to pry, but she had been working with Y/N long enough to understand the implications.
She had seen Y/N with her wife, Elizabeth, countless times—composed, professional, detached. But this? This was something different. This was not just a casual fling; it had an arrangement behind it, one that blurred the lines between personal and transactional, one that she knew would have happened eventually.
