Chase POV
I glared at the receptionist, who merely looked at me unblinking. "What do you mean she's not in her room?" I asked deliberately slowly, fighting to keep my temper in check.
The girl was young and undeniably attractive, but I didn't even glance at her, desperate for news of my wife's whereabouts. The girl let out a long dramatic sigh, forcing my irritation higher still. "She isn't in her room. We have checked for you sir" she said, repeating the words as though I would give a damn as I gripped the edge of the desk and dug my nails into it "I'm afraid that we cannot find her in the hotel. Perhaps she has gone out" she suggested with a raised brow. "Have you tried contacting her cell phone? I'm afraid your only other option is to wait in the foyer and see if she comes back," she
