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Our first day in London was off to a slow start. We first had to recover from our long flight and adjust to the time difference.
The moment we had landed in the country, we were transported to the Corinthia Hotel where we were given access to the royal penthouse suite. I had only admired the place for a few minutes before deciding what room to sleep in. I opted for the second bedroom, allowing Raymond to take the Master bedroom.
Of course, he had attempted to reject my offer, but it genuinely didn't matter that my room was smaller than his. Granted it had a spa suite, but I was too tired to care in the moment so I wasted no time acquainting myself with the bed.
It was one in the afternoon and our butler had already served us lunch as we both sat on the terrace with a view overlooking the city. The London Eye slowly rotated and we watched the vehicles manoeuvre under the gloomy skies.
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"I still don't know how anyone can get used to this type of weather twenty-four-seven," Raymond remarked, letting out a heavy yawn.
"Tell me about it," I responded, squinting my eyes and further observing our view.
Raymond finished his food with one final bite and washed it down with orange juice. We were both dressed comfortably and we made sure to put on warm jackets.
"When last were you here?" he asked me, turning his head in my direction.
"About a year ago for a brand meeting," I responded, "it seems like every time I find myself here it's work or performance related."
"So you've never had time to explore the city?" He raised his brow.
I shrugged, "Not really."
"We should go out in the evening then," he suggested.
This man was crazy if he was convinced I'd be making my way out of the hotel's front doors to go anywhere today. I don't know where he got the energy from. How was he not tired?
"Go out? I'm still exhausted and we just got here, Raymond."
He held his gaze. Even though he was quiet, his eyes looked like they were asking me to agree.
"What do you even want us to do?" I continued.
I took a wild guess and for some reason, him wanting us to go out clubbing wouldn't have been a far-fetched idea suggestion from him. The idea would've been absurd, of course, but from him, it would've been expected.
He stood up and moved closer to the wall balustrade. I watched him as he looked around the city with his back facing me. In the moment, he dug into his pocket and pulled out a cigar. He swiftly lit it with a lighter and I watched as smoke trailed from where he stood.
