Damon’s POV

My head was a mess.

I groaned as I stepped out of the car, heading toward the reception.

“Good afternoon, sir.” The blond receptionist smiled at me.

“I need a suite.” I said, wiping out my card.

She must have realized that I didn't have time to be friendly as the smile wiped off from her face and she got professional.

I slumped into the bed, thinking of all I had heard and seen, and started sorting through the storm in my head.

A lot had clearly happened which I ...