Raymond POV
I ran through the hotel corridors, my breath ragged, my heart was pounding so heavy. I had to find him.
I run past the swimming pool, the bar, the packed restaurants. My eyes darted over the sea of faces, I kept searching for that bloody idiot. Where the hell was he?
I ran down to the stop poll in front of the security post. “Did a guy just come through here?” I demanded, panting.
The guard barely looked up. “No one’s passed in the last 30 minutes, sir.”
Frustration burned through me. I tried to describe him—the height, the tattoos—but the guard just shook his head again.
I didn’t have time for this. I spun around and bolted through the lobby. That’s when it hit me. Sophia. Could she be behind this? That shameless bitch
I needed to find her. But I had no idea where she was staying.
I rushed to the reception desk, trying to catch my breath. “I need to find a woman,” I said, forcing my voice to stay steady. “Tall, slim, red dress, coily hair—”
The receptionists exchanged a
