As it was getting later, they checked into the hotel.
Lucas gave Alex a sharp slap on the shoulder.
"Mr. Hilton, relax," Alex said, puffing out his chest like a proud puppy. "I already booked us a room—right next to theirs."
Sophia and Damien, of course, had separate rooms. But a few minutes later, there was a knock at her door.
Damien stood there, holding a bottle of red wine.
"Care for a drink?"
Sophia's lips curved slightly. "Sure, why not?"
And just like that—he was inside.
Lucas, watching from the hall, nearly lost his mind.
"She actually let him in?! What the hell is she thinking?!"
He was two seconds away from breaking down the door when Alex clung to his arm.
"Mr. Hilton! Think rationally! One wrong move, and everything falls apart!"
"Rationally?!" Lucas snapped. "If I wait any longer, my wife will become someone else's!"
Lucas's jealousy had turned him into a man he didn't even recognize.
