Chapter Eighty-five

Elara and Ethan came down from the car which he parked at the garage of the Hotel he had booked. She wrapped her hands around his neck as they walked to the reception with their lips locked together.

Their tongues fighting for dominance in each other's mouth, they didn't give a damn about who's sober was watching them. All they cared about was satisfying each other before they got down to the main deal. Ethan had to hold her down, and he also had to break out from the kiss, so he could speak to the receptionist.

"Good evening, I made a reservation," Ethan muttered with his hands on her waist, "Good evening sir, please what's your name?"

That question didn't sit well with Elara, "Excuse me, what's going on here, you mean you don't know who's talking to you or what?"

"Excuse me, ma'am, I don't understand what you mean?" The young lady, who had long brown hair replied, wearing a confused face.

"You mean you don't know who's standing before you or what?" She asked, getting a bit pissed.

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