Healed (Finally, With You #2)

Every Friday night, the same billionaire checks into my hotel alone.

I work the graveyard shift and he’s been coming in for weeks at the same time, same room.

Last Friday, a guest that had too much to drink came in at 2 a.m. screaming that his room wasn’t ready.

I was alone behind the desk, no manager, and no security.

He leaned over the counter close enough that I could smell the stench of his breath and he said something terrifying.

I reached for the phone but a voice came from the lobby behind him.

"Step away from her."

The guy spun around and laughed, "Oh ya, what are you gonna do about it?"

The billionaire didn’t even blink, he just said,

"Jason. Frank."

Two massive men in suits who’d been sitting in the lobby stood up and walked toward the guy, towering over him.

The billionaire looked at him and growled,

"They’re going to either walk you out or carry you out of my hotel."

I froze.

He owns this hotel?

Then he turned to me, and said,

"I’ve been watching you for longer than you’d think."