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LAYLA

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SATURDAY — 12:32 AM

BERLIN; HOTEL DE ROME.

"Here we are. You should thank me for getting a reservation ahead of time. Ensuring that we'll be attended to."

I scowled at what Aiden had said as I drove my luggage behind me. I'm not appreciative of having to walk from the airport down here. It only lasted ten minutes, but it was still ungratifying.

"You screwed up two flights now. I'm in charge of the trip to Hawaii."

I say, fighting back a yawn. My feet hurt.

"And that won't be a screwup. Why?"

I snorted without a response, still trailing behind Aiden, who followed the lady at the front desk.

"Here we are."

Speaking of her, she motioned to two rooms beside each other and then handed both of us separate keys.

"You should thank me for not booking a suite. It is what you deserve. A weekend with me. Pure torture."

He clicked his tongue, forcing the key into the hole.

"And what have I done to deserve this vicious punishment of yours?"

I nudged my head at the lady, muttering a "Th