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You're thinking for a moment about the past few things that had happened. That was until you think of the time he appeared in front of your place with his vehicle then to asking for your address. If he already knew where you lived, why did he ask for your address again? That would become the only thing in your mind until you reached the hotel.

The limo is parked and the whole security ushered you two inside. He calls to the front desk to see that they seemed occupied with their computers and calls. He clears his throat and they stand up to assess the both of you.

"Do you have two suites?" he asks only for the lady to check and shake her head.

"Sorry sir, it seems every room and suite but one has been booked," she smiles as she shows the screen to you two.

He looked at the security guards. They needed a room so what exactly could they do? He turns back to the lady. He hands over his black card and discretely nods. The whole team goes to the elevator and to the floor number.

"She told me there was only one bedroom in this suite. We will take the couches and such. Let her get the bedroom," he says to his group of guards.

They nod. You are internally pouting because you thought you would get one of those moments alone with him. In bed you mean. Where you guys have to share a bed because of it. Although, you were glad that he was respecting your privacy and being a true gentleman.

You guys make your way down the hall and towards the suite. He stops in front of Suite #834 and he slides the card in. The door beeps two times and a red flashing sign appears. You stand back and watch as the black-haired male clicks his tongue and tries again.

Once more, the door refuses to open. Standing your ground, you begin to giggle at his failed attempts. He was obviously growing frustrated by the looks of it. You wanted to help out so when he failed at the fifth try, you walk up to him.

"Let me try," you suggest and try to grab onto the card.

"I got this! Let me—"

Your hand comes in contact with his. He stops his sentence and slowly glances at the skin-to-skin contact. You gulp as you two go from staring at your hands to staring at each other. The two of you are in a trance feeling like the only people in the world.

In his eyes, he notices how soft your features were. The way your hair shined against the hotel lights, the dangling halo that made him blink to see if it was real. It disappeared as he slowly lowers his eyes to your eyes. They glistened and he felt like he was falling into your entire being. Your nose and the way it seemed so kissable. Your lips as he knew of your biting habit on your bottom lip.

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