Jaxon’s POV
“Hi,” I said to the receptionist at the hotel.
“Good day, sir, how can I help you?” She inquired.
“I need company. Is there a way you can help me?” I asked.
“Company?” She questioned. She clearly didn’t understand what I meant by that.
I wasn’t about to spend the night alone, not again. I had been here for one day and two nights, and I had been sleeping alone. When I said I needed company, I meant a stripper or a hoe.
She wasn’t bad looking, but she wouldn’t be able to keep me company because of her job, or I would have asked if she could. I cleared my throat and looked sideways. I wanted to be sure no fellow Alpha was here with me.
“Is there a club close to this place?”
“The closet club is about an hour from here,” she responded.
“Okay,” I cooed. I didn’t think I was
