[Heath POV]
My bad ways are coming back to bite me, but what made me angrier was how this man was so okay with insulting her.
Fiona looked at him with shock, but soon sighed heavily.
"May you please repeat what you just said?"
My anger was evident in my voice, "Well…... um…. Sir…. Last time you came here with someone, you requested separate bedrooms."
"And? This time I told you specifically, I need one room since I am bringing my GIRLFRIEND with me."
He is shocked, rather embarrassed; he bows his head in shame before saying, "I apologize, sir, I will get your rooms per your request."
That is not good enough; the way he looked cocky after saying his first words bugged me.
How dare he feel so confident in insulting his Fiona?
"You are apologizing to the wrong person," I firmly said.
His face is shocked at first, and he looks at Fiona with so much contempt. I loudly scoff at his reaction.
"It is fine, Heath, he doesn't need to."
"She is right, why don't we just get on with our day?" The way this man doesn't feel the need to apologize.
"Fiona gets in the car," I said. Thankfully, the car hadn't left yet.
"What do you mean?" she asked. She looked at me for a while, but then nodded and got in the car.
He looks at Fiona triumphally, as if her getting in the car means he won something.
But he is about to get the shock of his life because I am not entertaining this man's disrespect at all.
"Would you like me to get her bags back in the car?" the man says before chuckling, "My men can do that in less than a minute."
"That would be nice. Please tell your man to get all our bags back in the car, we will be looking for another accommodation," his face is immediately appalled.
"Sir?"
"I will have my assistant call and cancel the reservation; you can gladly keep the deposit." I do not wait for his response.
Fiona is waiting patiently in the car. "What happened?"
"We are leaving. I will get another hotel," I tell her. She frowns at me, and I roll my eyes.
"You knew he was disrespecting you and you still let him, you are going to need to stop that, Miss Lenon," I warned her.
"I just wanted to avert the trouble," she pouts and moves her lips to my ear, "I really am hot right now, now I will have to wait until I let you ravage me."
She continues to lick my ear and giggles; the manager is now knocking on our car door trying to get in.
But I have no time for him. I have a lady in front of me who requires my magician's hands.
"All that for sex?" I tease her, and she smirks at me, "Not just sex, Heath, the best sex you have ever had, in Vegas."
"I know a very close hotel; you do need to have reservations," the driver hums impatiently.
He definitely needs a raise, because as much as he is trying to get us out of his car, he is doing a very good job winging it for me.
"Drive us there," "No, what about our clothes?" Fiona protested.
"You don't need clothes for what I am about to do to you," I growl, "Drive, we will deal with the rest later."
She giggles. Lord, how did I even manage to survive all these years without her? She is definitely made for me.
We arrive in no time, and the driver thankfully goes to get us a room before coming out to give us the key.
"Please take this out of my car, lord, I will need to wash it thoroughly," he grumbles at us.
"Listen, dude."
"Gabriel."
"Yeah, please keep your phone close. I will be using you as our driver for the rest of the trip, and I will have your tip sent to you by the end of the day."
He squeals happily as I carry Fiona out of the car, not even bothered about the people filming us. She is mine, mine only. Why should I care who sees me loving her?