GRAY'S POV
I cursed and turned around, wondering who it was that had the nerve to barge in the room to interrupt me.
In front of me was a tall dark-haired man giving me a cold glare.
He wasn't familiar to me. And I was sure none of the men who were outside drinking with their dates would have interrupted me. He also didn't look like a security guard, I mean he was wearing a suit and a long coat like an office worker.
Supporting myself on my hands, I got up and faced him, sneering.
"Who the f**k are you?",
I wasn't about to let anyone ruin this for me.
EVE'S POV
When Mr Gray suddenly released me and fell backwards, I shot up from the bed, thinking that perhaps one of the people in the room outside had finally come to help me.
But when my eyes fell on Morgan instead, a happy cry
