I’m one airline ticket away from missing my cousin’s wedding in the Maldives. Cue full-blown airport meltdown… until billionaire Elijah Anderson steps in. He’s older. Gorgeous. Grumpy. And wildly out of my league. Definitely not the type to help a stranger in crisis—yet somehow, he buys me a first-class ticket and a seven-night stay in an impossibly luxurious ocean villa... Just to help. But nothing about Elijah feels casual. Not the way he watches me like he’s already undressing me. And definitely not the tension crackling between us every time we’re alone. He lives in a world of private chefs, designer suits, and impossible standards. I live on student loans and ramen. We’re a disaster waiting to happen. But for one sun-soaked week in paradise, I let myself forget the rules. He was only supposed to be a distraction. I never meant to fall. And together we burn hotter than the tropical sun.
I had high hopes for this book when I realized Elijah was an emotional man who needed reassurance. And how Rowan tried to make him dig deeper to truly think about himself and how she made sure he ate at the beginning melted my heart
But unfortunately it went downhill from about midway
Rowan was constantly questioning their relationship and she never fought for them. But despite how many times Elijah fought for them she said “I don’t think he wants to fight for us”. Like girl what, tell that to the 17 missed calls😐
And she was upset that Elijah hadn’t considered moving to California but she never once considered moving to New York. So the hypocrisy went crazy
Overall Rowan ended up being immature and (in my opinion) not worthy of my mans Elijah😇