HERO POV
When Weston and his soon-to-be bride left, I returned to my hotel room to discover that it wasn't empty. Jeremy turned from the window with a deep frown masked on his face. “I don't think the bleach would do any justice. You may have to set the whole bed on fire before the hotel can let anyone else sleep here.”
The acrid scent of bleach mingled with the lingering, cloying sweetness of her perfume was all I could smell.
But be honest, he wasn't wrong. The sheet had been changed, the carpets had been upholstery cleaned to perfection, at my request, but it still managed to smell of s*x and her even after much room freshener sprayed.
“You were at the ball last night?” I countered, my tone equally sharp.
My second in command and my best friend raised his eyebrow at me. “And you we
