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Charles POV
I locked the door of my suite and made straight for the double poster bed the hotel provided. It was already dressed in fresh white sheets that had a hint of royal blue on them. I was immensely grateful as I crashed on the bed with a heavy sigh of relief. I was excited and agitated all at the same time. And as I placed my head on the soft fluffy pillows, my mind wandered to the events I couldn't seem to get my mind off.
Annabelle.
The elevator.
The kiss.
Robert! I could feel myself simmering in anger at the thought of him.
What the fuck was Robert doing in the restaurant today? Why the hell had he tried to get Annabelle drunk? Every single fibre of my being had become strung tight the moment I had set my eyes on that bastard. I knew something was off about him, and I was going to find out.
