43- Do You Have A Cigarette?

“Are you serious?” My hands are on my hip like a classic mom who is angry at something.

“What?” He feigns innocence, looking at me with puppy eyes.

“You want me to believe that you could manage only one room?” He nods his head.

“Isn't that what the receptionist said? If you don't believe me, go ahead and listen to him again.” He shrugs his shoulders, walking ahead of me.

“You are a billionaire for God's sake!” I say behind him, walking behind him.

“So?” He halts which causes me to collide with his chest.

“You want me to waste my money just because I'm a billionaire?” He asks, bending down a little and touching the bridge of my nose with his finger.

“Yes. I do.” I swat his hand away, “How are we supposed to share a room here as well? If you have forgotten, let me remind you, we aren't married.” He looks bored of my speech.

“Not yet.” He corrects me, “Besides, weren't you too bold, too eager earlier?” He whispers in my ear.

I push him away and walk towards the room. It's not lik