VANCE’S POV
“I feel like I have sold myself to the devil,” I whispered as we basked in the sun on the deck of the yacht.
It was late afternoon the next day and the sun was blazing above us, depicting the perfect weather for a swim. I had texted Arran earlier that I was away on a secret mission and would update him once I was back. I switched off my phone since I did not want further prodding from him.
“I am the devil,” Kilian drawled.
“Stop it.” Staring at our laced hands, I shook my head.
“Vance, I know you have feelings for me,” he murmured and pressed kisses on my temples. “And that makes me want us to work on this relationship. I want us to be together for a long time. I can provide you with everything you need.”
“I am not impressed with money, Killian. My family is well off.” I could feel the blush on my neck rising.
He sat up and stared down at me. “Really?” I nodded. “That explains the poshness of your apartment and how you carry yourself. “