I don't like my woman being touched by other men

As soon as the plane landed, Arion drove straight to Raul's club. What he saw there made his blood boil.

“Yon, where are we going?” Emily asked as Arion started driving.

He remained silent, his eyes fixed straight ahead. His free hand, not on the steering wheel, gripped Emily's hand tightly.

It wasn’t long before they arrived at their destination. Arion stopped the car right in front of the hotel entrance. The handsome man got out, circled the vehicle, and opened the door for Emily. He draped his jacket over her again. “Don’t take it off,” he commanded, and she nodded in agreement.

Arion led Emily into the hotel, handing the car keys to the valet. He did not release his grip on Emily’s hand as they headed to the reception desk to book a room.

“One presidential suite,” Arion demanded, handing his black card to the receptionist.

“Yes, sir.”

With the key card and room number in hand, Arion ushered Emily into the elevator. Emily's heart pounded, wondering what would happen between them.

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