Fatally Yours

Chapter 52

•INDIANA•

The city stretched out beneath us like a sea of twinkling stars. From up high in the helicopter, the view was breathtaking—skyscrapers glowing against the velvet darkness of night, bridges lit up like golden pathways, and streets lined with endless ribbons of light.

Los Angeles looked alive, its pulse visible in every flicker below, and I couldn't tear my eyes away. 

Dominik sat close beside me, his hand resting gently on my knee as we both admired the scene unfolding below.

I caught his reflection in the helicopter's glass—relaxed and content, a small smile curving his lips as he looked out at the city lights. 

"It's beautiful," I murmured, almost to myself. 

He glanced at me, his smile softening.

"It is." 

The warmth in his voice made my cheeks flush, but I didn't look away. Instead, I held onto the moment—the hum of the helicopter, the sparkle of the city lights, and the man sitting next to me who had managed to pull me out of my thoughts, even if just for a little while. 

The flight lasted about an hour, the soft whooshing of the blades and the sweeping views making the time melt away.

Finally, we descended toward a helipad perched on top of a towering building. The landing was smooth, and as the pilot powered down the helicopter, Dominik unbuckled our belts and helped me step out. 

As soon as I got my bearings, I realized where we were. The glimmering skyline, the gentle breeze carrying a hint of the ocean—I turned to Dominik in surprise.

"We're in San Francisco?" 

He smiled and reached for my hand, threading his fingers through mine.

"Surprise." 

The moment felt surreal as we made our way across the rooftop to a set of elevators, the city sprawling out in every direction. Dominik's hand never left mine, his touch firm and reassuring as we rode the elevator down.

My heart fluttered, the excitement and curiosity building with every passing minute. 

We stopped at the top level, the floor just below the rooftop, and when the elevator doors slid open, I realized we were standing in the entryway of a stunning hotel suite.

My breath caught as Dominik stepped aside and motioned for me to enter first. 

"Go ahead," he said softly, his voice warm. 

I hesitated for only a moment before stepping through the doorway. The sight that greeted me stole the air from my lungs. 

The hallway leading into the suite was lined with flickering candles, their soft glow illuminating a trail of red and white rose petals scattered across the floor.

The petals stretched all the way into the bedroom, where an enormous king-sized bed was perfectly made, its sheets dusted with even more delicate petals. 

The atmosphere was intimate, cozy, and undeniably romantic. The room itself was stunning—modern yet warm, with sleek furnishings and dim lighting that added to the ambiance.

But it was the massive floor-to-ceiling window at the far end of the suite that caught my attention. It framed the city perfectly, an endless expanse of lights stretching out into the horizon. 

I stepped forward slowly, my shoes soundless against the carpet as I made my way to the glass. The view was mesmerizing, the city below looking like a painting that had come to life.