“Here is your suite, Mr. and Mrs. King,” the manager says as he holds the door open to us.
“Holy s**t,” Millie and I both say at the same time when we enter top floor suite that Boden and Oaklee reserved. Boden has money like me; I’m just surprised he sprung for this nice of a suite and didn’t cancel, or at least try to get his money back. If I was a better man, I’d offer to pay him back, but I’m not going to.
“Your luggage is already in the closet. There are champagne and chocolates for you by the minibar. Do you need anything else, Mr. and Mrs. King?”
“No, thank you.” I tip him as he leaves, and then we are alone in a beautiful suite with an incredible view.
“Can you believe this? Have you ever stayed anywhere so nice before?” Millie runs out onto our private balcony, complete wi
