Chapter 53 - Jagger Bolton

Jagger POV

Looking at my phone, I scrunch my nose and shake my head. She can’t fucking spend time with me, but she can go out with her cousin? I call bullshit. I pace around the room as I open the message one more time.

“Where are you going? I’ll meet you there,” I type. I walk to the mini bar, grab a small bottle of whiskey, and empty it with one sip. I throw the bottle into the trash can and grab another one when my phone dings with another message.

“I think we are going somewhere called Galerias Paris, but I don’t know where that is or what it is,” Calliope messages back, and I smile. I know exactly where she is going. It’s not my first time in Portugal, and I know about the nightlife.

“I’ll meet you there; keep your phone with you,” I message back as I grab my jacket from the back of the chair and walk out of the room, stopping in the reception area right after.

“Mr. Bolton, what can I do for you?” The young receptionist says, offering me a wide smile.

“I need a car to take me