A CONTRACT MARRIAGE.

“Did you check the hotel?” King asked Dariel over the phone as he pulled the car to a stop.

“Yes, there is no camera.”

“Are you sure? I am certain something is there.”

“Maybe someone got there first? I checked the angle you described. And… your drink…”

“Yeah. Did you take it for a test also?”

“The room has been cleaned so there is nothing there. I checked with the staff and they had already poured it away.”

King twitched his lips upward and nodded his head. “Okay.”

“Where are you?” Dariel asked.

“I’m at Sasha’s.”

“You are going to see her? At a time like this?!”

King imagined the frown that must have gathered on Dariel’s face and shook his head.

“Still, I gotta see her. I will talk to you later.”

“Sure. Be careful to evade the reporters.”

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“How dare you show your face here?!”

King stopped abruptly as the pillow flew in his direction.

He exhaled and stared at the woman who sat on her bed, crying profusely, and then looked around the room that was scattered.

As he slowly walked to