Sydney's POV

I pulled back from the hug when I heard a clap.

I looked at him, my face just inches from his, with my arms still woven around his neck. "Why'd you clap?" I asked with a small smile, my eyes searching his face curiously. There was a playful glint in his eyes that made me wonder what he was up to.

He only smiled back. He didn't need to answer my question because one of his men opened the door to my room and walked in at that moment.

The man held a shopping bag in his hand. "Good evening, sir," he politely inclined his head in greeting,...