GRIFFIN’S POV
I f*****g hate hotels. At least if Mia were here, it would’ve been tolerable.
But here I am, squatting on the bed, drinking again. A storm is about to hit New York again.
I heard a knock on the door. I haven’t told anyone where I am.
“Sorry, Sir, I didn’t mean to bother you, but they included lunch in your bill. Would you like me to?..”
“yes, bring it in.” a young blond, beautiful lady enters my room with lunch. She flirts with her eyes and opened the bottle of wine on the serving trolley.
“do you want to sit down at the table?”
“no, you can leave now.”
“Sir, I’m not supposed to leave until you are comfortable with your food and....”
“well, either you leave, or I f**k you. You decide.” I know she knows who I am, and by her expression, she wants me to f**k her
