Chapter Nine

Fury coursed through his veins, Christian could feel the blood pumping at the sheer disregard and insulting manner which the receptionist treated him, shoving his card on the floor and calling him names.

"If I were you, I'd pick up that card, instantly." He growled, his voice low and menacing, his jaw twitching and his fist clenched.

"And why would I do that? That's a fake card and you are here looking for a top-floor room, who do you think you are? Huh? You can't fool me!" She sneered and turned her attention back to the fancy woman who was there to book a suite for the next weekend.

"Why don't you leave, young man, I don't think this place permits..."

"Shut up." Christian snapped, his tone was icy, his stance even more scary. He was about to make the receptionist pick up his card, his card was much more than a piece of black chip, it was his identity, it represented him and he considered her foolish for daring him.

Just as things were about to get out of hand, a m
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