Emery’s POV
We’re both soaking wet and even if I’m a well-known socialite, the management of the hotel wouldn’t dare to let us in. Unfortunately, I had to thank Terrence’s incredible connections that the management let us stay in the hotel even when we’re staining the cold tile.
“We’ll immediately ask a personal shopper to get you clothes, Mr. Gray, Mrs. Gray.”
I languidly looked at the manager of the hotel who personally sent us to the presidential suite. I’m sipping on my hot chocolate while sitting on the couch, wearing only a bathrobe with nothing underneath.
After I finished the hot chocolate, I put the empty mug on the coffee table and my nose started to feel itchy.
Terrence sent the manager out and that’s when I started sneering.
Oh s**t!
Terrence came back an
