The next day, Zane woke up before his alarm could ring. He quickly headed to the bedroom to freshen up.

    After dressing, he went straight to the kitchen, where the chef was already busy.

    "Good morning, chef. I need something filling today. I''m going out, and I don''t know when I will be back, so just prepare breakfast," He instructed.

    "Yes, master." Getting the chef''s reply, he turned to go back but remembered something.

    "Make a portion for two," he said, tapping on his bracelet to message Viktor, asking him to come to the mansion.

    Viktor had also woken up early, excited about the day''s plans- he couldn''t be late for Zane''s makeover. He was subconsciously accepting him as a friend; people like him don''t make friends.

    Humming cheerfully, he stepped into. The bathroom, his eyes sparkling with anticipation.

    After dressing for breakfast, he received a text from Zane and changed his course to the mansion. Reaching the Mansion doors, his mind flashed to what happened yesterday, and he blushed, feeling self-conscious.

    He pressed the camera function and checked whether his clothes and lip balm were in order; he used his hand to arrange his curls to be full before he took deep breaths and walked in. Halfway through the hall, he facepalmed at his stupidity; his boss doesn''t show herself till night.

    He coughed, feeling embarrassed, and made his way slowly to the dining room.

    When he got to the dining room, the chef was serving the food; he came right on time.

    He looked at the generous spread of food, Zane motioned for him to sit and help himself. And he didn''t shy away, he was feeling hungry from the sight of the food. Sear?h the ηovёlFire .net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

    He picked a braised fish and some potatoes dipped in meat sauce and ate it elegantly but at a fast pace.

    His eyes sparkled with delight, and his curls bounced, showing his enjoyment of the food.

    They ate in silence, unable to free their mouths to talk to each other. Viktor held his stomach after they were done eating; he never felt so filled before, and it was a comfortable experience.

    He turned to Zane''s direction and saw his squinting eyes and satisfied expression.

    "We have to go." Viktor urged as he stood up lazily; Zane nodded and stood up, and patted his mouth clean, he went to his room and picked up the cube with Viktor waiting for him downstairs.

    They walked out from the mansion and went to the garage, and he picked up a car; they both entered, and Zane slotted in the cube''s space, and the car came to life.

    He set it on auto drive and set the course; he sat back and looked out the opened window, enjoying the fresh air and smell of moist earth.

    They both relaxed and enjoyed the breeze with a comfortable silence. After three hours, they went to an underground private car garage and drove in. The air around them became closer and familiar, after three hours of random talks.

    They got out of the car, walked out from the garage, and walked for twenty minutes before they saw the yacht anchored on the shore.

    Viktor followed Zane and entered the yacht. Zane skillfully started the yacht, and Viktor was on the railing watching the ocean waves and flying seagulls, he sniffed the air, leering the salty air wash over him.

    Zane set it on auto and opened a counter in the kitchen to bring out snacks.

    He brought the snacks to the railing and offered Viktor some. Viktor took the vanilla-flavored biscuits, opened the wrap, and began chewing on them.

    "The plan for today is simple. We''ll eat lunch to hold us over before we hit the spa," Viktor talked about their schedules in between eating his snacks.

    Zane nodded while his mouth was busy chewing; their mouths were covered with snack crumbs.

    Viktor studied the map of this place, searched for spa shops, and read customer reviews and the brands of products they use before he finally picked one that passed all his tests.

    Once the yacht docked at the shore, they got down, and Zane secured the yacht firmly.

    He looked back at the formal deserted place, which was now filled with hawkers of different wears; the island being occupied gave them business because the island people come mostly to buy in bulk, or normal worker husbands come to shop for things.

    It made this normal vacant space bustle with sellers and buyers with different boats ducked in the shore. If not for the privately owned space, he would not have seen where to dock.

    "Let''s go eat lunch!" Viktor said to Zane, shouting over the shouts of sellers and buyers. They walked through the road walked and out to the city, and went to a seafood restaurant.

    They paid for a private room, and Viktor ordered, recommending the most delicious seafood he had ever eaten. And they order the main dish of the restaurant.