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...