Avon's POV
There is still irritation written on Jeremiah's face but he is still treating us nicely.
He opened the door for me and then carried Mathew from the backseat.
"Do you mind spending a night here?" he asked while walking towards the reception area.
"I don't have work tomorrow so I guess it's fine," I responded.
Jeremiah simply nods his head and when we reached the female receptionist she eyed Jeremiah and the way she looks I can tell that she is attracted to him.
"How can I help you sir?" she asked in a flirty tone and her voice irritates the hell out of me.
"Is your presidential suite still available?" Jeremiah asked.
The receptionist started typing on her computer then after a while she faced Jeremiah.
"Yes sir," she responded with a huge smile plastered on her face.
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