Vincent’s POV

Gin opened the door of the hotel suite and I started walking in. I looked around the room. It was as huge as the suite that I used to stay in whenever I want to have a one-night stand with a woman. “That old man really has the money, huh? But he can’t even pay his debt to me?”

“I’ve heard he owns this hotel, boss,” Joe said.

We suddenly heard moans and heavy breaths coming from the bedroom. I smirked. “Looks like the old man still feels horny, huh?”

“Long time no see, Mr. Tremont.’ I greeted the man at his 40s currently on top of a...