"We're here, ma'am." She heard the cab driver say which made Celine raise her gaze out to the gigantic building outside that looked incredibly towering.
Emirates hotels.
An ironic smile raise Celine's lips, her sharp blue eyes barely visible beneath a wide hat that would conceal her whole face if she kept her head lowered.
Ian didn't even respect her enough to invite her to his home, him sending her the address of a hotel was an indirect insult that he didn't see her worth taking to his home.
He gave her a dirty offer and called her to a hotel where he planned to use her body like a toy who didn't have a mind of it's own.
The more she thought about it, the more the man she had almost married disgusted her to no end.
Celine paid for her ride and stepped out of the cab. Before she could start walking up the steps that led into the hotel, she felt her phone vibrating in her bag.
