"Where are we going?" Elara asked when Daniel stopped her from going to the airport, basically kidnapping her from his own men's car and pulling her on his bike.
"Hold on tight," the man said, and Elara raised her brows, both excited and worried because he had just gotten out of the hospital.
She wrapped her hands around his torso nonetheless, and the man wore his helmet after helping her into one.
He revved the accelerator before starting and took her straight to the mountain, where he wanted to show her the beauty of the area they were living in, but, most importantly, because he was ready to let her go.
He checked her schedule, and she had a shoot the next day, which meant he could keep her for one more day guilt-free.
Elara closed her eyes, letting the cold wind hit her face as her hair waved in the direction of the wind.
