Fifty Shades Bloodier
White fluffy clouds floated elegantly in the sky and a beautiful shade of blue crept above the horizon. The slick feel of leather was beneath her. An intricate stitched grey fleece blanket covered her body as the cool circulating air chilled her skin. A low buzzing bounced and lingered in the cabin. Elena retreated her stare from the outside world that was thousands of feet below and back into the small jet plane.
A man of great fortune could afford multiple private jets, but Damon only had one. It was a reasonable size she considered from observing what she had seen on television and in the press. Celebrities and billionaires were always traveling from coast to coast in their lavish and pimped out planes. Damon’s was simple, yet she was still impressed by his luxuries. He had treated to many fine things, but now she was discovering more. A private jet and a spontaneous trip to New York City for the weekend, only those of money could do things like this.