After staying at the hotel for a week, Lena rented an apartment and was checking out of the hotel.
“We look forward to your next visit!” The receptionist politely handed Lena her credit card back.
It was a new hotel—not perfect in terms of amenities but with excellent service. She’d had a good experience these past few days.
“Wait, it’s you again? Why are you stalking me?” Lena’s smile vanished, replaced with a defensive glare.
“Hey, lady, who’s got the time to stalk you?” The guy replied with a smirk, two buttons undone on his shirt, revealing a hint of muscle.
“Then what are you doing here?” she asked, eyeing him with suspicion.
“This hotel’s mine. Why wouldn’t I be here?”
“Yours?” Lena couldn’t believe it. This hotel belonged to Alaric?
He grinned proudly. “A little pre-birthday
