Chapter 89 – For your information, the name is now Mrs. Scott

“Sandra what is wro…” Dylan wanted to ask what was wrong when he saw the movement of the insects in the plate, paused, as his eyes widened, and rather asked,

“What is that?”

He could not remain on the floor because one of the cockroaches was already headed his way, forcing him to jump to his feet.

“Don’t just stand there do something about these cockroaches,” Sandra yelled, pushing the plate away and rising to her feet where she kept jumping and driving, the cockroaches away.

Seeing them scattered all over the room, Dylan hissed,

“Holy shit. Where is your shoe?” He asked.

“Use yours,” Sandra said, her hands all over her body, driving away the cockroaches.

Dylan used his shoe to kill the cockroaches and decided to call room service to send a janitor and also to chastise them but there was no telephone connection.

At this juncture, he was beginning to wonder if this was the room Maeve booked for their honeymoon.

It was just unlike her but when he recalled the poor décor at the