BIANCA'S POV

I got to the airport with his men and we all sat on a long empty bench, waiting for him to show up. It wasn't up to five minutes later when he strolled in with one of his men following behind. My eyes had not left his figure as he walked closer to where we sat. I was finally seeing him since I woke up on that soft sand alone yesterday morning. Eleanor had told me he had hurried out of the island that morning with his suitcase. I had told myself to not feel wronged because from the onset, he didn't owe me anything. He never forced...