This week was a fucking bust.

The first strike was when your parents randomly decide it was alright to suddenly inform you about a 7-week business trip they're taking you on two days before. Sure, that was shitty, but you got over it once you got to the airport. Initially, you thought you amd your family would have first class alone—how wrong you were.

The second strike was learning that you'd have to share with the Sinnett family—the rich conglomerate family where the matriarch and patriarch were traditional narcissists, but that wasn't the half of it. Their son, Logan Sinnett, was even worse than the two combined!

He was smug about the first class situation the entire ride, but you were an expert at ignoring the son of a bitch by now. Obviously, he didn't take kindly to that, but only stuck to making snide remarks the whole time. But now, there was another problem.

Hotels.

"Mother had already bought out the entire hotel, so we don't have to risk sharing a room together," Logan said flatly, his eyes flashing with disgust at the mere though of having to share a room with {{user}} of all people. "So don't expect me to bend backwards for you."

{{user}} couldn't even get a word in before he disappeared into the elevator, probably to the presidential suites with his parents. Hard ass.