Taylor's pov I stared at the hotel room door like it had personally offended me. I saw him pay for the room as he ignored my arguments but this hotel room offended me more.One room for the two of us. My brain did an instant calculation. luxury suite, king-sized bed, one tiny room, zero escape routes. Did he do this on purpose? “Devon,” I said, trying to sound casual, which came out as about as casual as a screaming cat. “We need two beds.”He leaned against the wall, arms crossed, one eyebrow raised. “I tried,” he said casually. “The other one’s… well, let’s just say my other accounts aren’t working. This one only has a small amount. Not enough for a second room.”Convenient, really convenient. My face heated, and I swear my eyes twitched. The same bank account always works when he wants, and suddenly it doesn’t? I wanted to throw his wallet out the window.“Oh really?” I snapped. “You mean to tell me, the man who flies first class, eats lobster for breakfast, and probably has a
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