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“Roman, please. I promised.”

“I don’t care. Why was she here?”

“Ugh. Fine. I have to follow your dad. She thinks he’s cheating.”

“He most likely is,” he said. “No surprise there.”

“She was sobbing, and her heart is broken. So, I told her I would follow him. He’s meeting with someone at two p.m., so I need to leave now, sit down the street from his house, and wait until he gets into his car and then follow him.”

“I’m coming with you. We’ll have Ollie drive us.”

“Why do you have to make things so complicated?” I whined.

“Because it’s what men and boyfriends do.” A smirk crossed his lips. “Let’s go.”

Ollie parked down the street from Harrison’s house so he wouldn’t notice us when he got into his car. I pulled my binoculars from my bag and held them up.

“He’s getting into his car now,” I said.

“Ollie, follow him, but make sure he doesn’t see us.”

“He won’t, Roman,” Ollie said.

He pulled up to the valet of the Four Seasons Hotel, climbed out, and went inside. Roman and I quickly climbed out of the Escalade and followed him at a distance. He stopped at the elevator and pushed the button. Hiding behind one of the columns, I gave Roman my binoculars and told him to watch which floor the elevator stopped at.

“How do you know it’ll stop where he’s going?” Roman asked.

“He’s the only one in the elevator.”

“But it could stop on other floors to pick people up,” Roman said.

“Just text me with the floor number.” I sighed and took the stairwell.

Within seconds, my phone pinged, and a text from Roman came through.

“The elevator stopped on floor six.”

I was on the fourth floor, so I ran up two more floors and opened the door. Harrison knocked on the door of Suite 608 and stepped inside.

“Get up here! Sixth floor!”I texted Roman.

I stood in front of the elevators and waited for Roman to come up.

“He went into Suite 608,” I said when the doors opened.

“Okay. Let’s go see who he’s fucking now.” Roman sighed.

He pounded on the door of Suite 608.

“Jesus. Do you have to knock so hard?” I glanced at him.

“Yeah, I do. I’m pissed.”

An attractive woman in a short black dress opened the door.

“Where is he?” Roman commanded as he pushed open the door, and we stepped inside.

“Excuse me!” the woman shouted.

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