Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir

239. Do you think?

After we get dressed without trying to catch one another in the eye we get the hell out of the room. The rest of the hotel looks just as stingy as the room, and the strangest thing is that the lavender and cream smell follows me. Earlier I thought it was from the bed, now I’m starting to realize that the people maintain the hotel, which is quite a generous term to allocate to whatever the cleaners and the management are doing here, might just have pumped some air spray all over the corridors and whatnot to keep away the smell of the mold. I don’t feel like being cranky about that much because it’s quite nice.

Anyway, we make our way to the front desk of the hotel, passing a disturbing number of couples who are coming out of the room in various forms of emotion, some angry, some disgusted, some mortified, some indifferent, and some looking genuinely happy and satisfied, to join the din.

Oh, ok. So this is that type of hotel then. Where they might advertise rooms for lodging, but in act