My hotel room was a… was a penthouse. Yeah, you heard that right. A freaking penthouse.

“Holy…” I whispered as I spun in circles, looking around the house. Everything looked so expensive, imported. The couch looked like it cost more than my car, and when I sat gently on it, as if it were fragile, I knew it was more expensive than that.

“Your clothes have already been arranged into the closet, madam,” the hotel staff member who showed me to my room said with a small smile, her lips painted red. “If you need anything, please don't hesitate to call us.”

I nodded. “Thank you.”

She bowed her head...