"Welcome to Los Angeles Bunny," I said, still holding her in my arms. She tried to wriggle herself out of my grip, but she ain't going nowhere. My squad arrived in a Van, they formed a semi-circle, enclosing me in their middle. We then walked into the hotel. The receptionist bows in my reference, everything had already been sorted out. A private elevator access to my penthouse, staff on standby for my order. Cassandra quietly lay her head on my chest as the elevator went up to the top floor, where my presidential suite is.
We walked out of the elevator, heading to the suite, and one of my men went ahead of me to open the door with the special access key he received earlier from the receptionist.
Inside the penthouse, the staff bowed and after a short nod, they returned to their original positions. I carefully placed her on a cushion, and she looked down at her feet covering her face cover her hair.
Someone is shy, huh.
I tied her hair into a ponytail, revealing her face.
