High Paying Bounty for My Secret Husband’s One Night Stand? I Queted Chapter 04

High Paying Bounty for My Secret Husband’s One Night Stand? I Queted Chapter 04

The sea air in Palmetto Key was damp and briny.

By the time I landed, the bounty in the chat had risen to twenty grand.

Jessica was clearly getting desperate, spamming the group.

[Alexander is negotiating for the Coastline Parcel tomorrow. He’s definitely staying at The Grand Solaire or The Oceana tonight. Whoever can sneak in gets an extra five grand from me!]

I sat in the back of a taxi, watching palm trees scroll past the window.

To her credit, Jessica wasn’t completely clueless. At least she knew Harrington’s schedule.

[Ladies, I’m already in the lobby of The Grand Solaire. I see Alexander’s bodyguards!]

Someone posted a shaky video in the chat.

It was blurry, but I immediately recognized Daniel Riggs, Alexander’s head of security.

[Oh my god! Alexander is really here! Look, he’s getting out of the car!]

A high-resolution profile shot was tossed into the chat.

Alexander wore a dark gray shirt with the sleeves rolled to his forearms, revealing powerful, defined muscles.

He was looking at his watch, an unlit cigarette between his fingers.

I found myself zooming in on the photo.

On that long, elegant, strong-boned hand, on the ring finger of his left hand, was a ring.

Our wedding ring.

I looked down at my own hand. My ring was gathering dust in a jewelry box.

He had been wearing his this whole time?

[Wow! Alexander is wearing a ring! I thought he hated his wife?]

[Probably just decoration. Or to ward off groupies. Look at that face, he looks like a killer. No way that’s a happily married man.]

Jessica analyzed: [Never mind the ring. Look, he’s getting into the elevator. Heading toward the Crown Suite level.]

I stared at the screen, my heartbeat inexplicably quickening.

Alexander had a strange habit. He never let outsiders into his hotel room. Even housekeeping had to be done while he was there.

If Jessica’s crew actually barged in, he’d probably throw them out himself.

[Twenty grand. For his exact location.]

Jessica put the offer out again.

I looked at my bank balance, then at the chat full of women salivating over my husband.

If they wanted to throw money at me, why should I refuse?

I opened my chat with Alexander again.

[Alexander, which hotel are you at? I have a contract I need you to sign.]

This time, he replied fast.

[The Grand Solaire, Silver Sand Cove. Suite 2801. You coming to me, or should I come to you?]

I stared at the numbers on the screen and smiled wryly. Just as I thought. The Crown Suite.

[Since you’re being so gracious about it, I accept.]

After sending that, I switched back to the socialite chat.

[The Grand Solaire, Silver Sand Cove. Suite 2801. You’re welcome. Send the money to my Venmo.]