Grayson had left London for Phoenix with no word to a Hawthorne Family member or you, his girlfriend, great.

Avery had lent you one of multiple private planes she owned and you land there with no goddamn clue of where he could be, as much as you knew this man, you were confused, until you noticed a Hawthorne-Owned hotel about 10 miles away, a hotel where you knew that anyone with that stupid black card - which of which you had one, via Grayson giving you one 'in case of emergencies, - could get the top suite, no mercy to whoever was in there prior.

After a 20 minute drive, you make it to the hotel, noticing that the pool seems closed, highly unlikely if Grayson Hawthorne was in vicinity.

"Hello." You smile. "Pool open?"

"I'm sorry, ma'am, its currently closed." The lady at the desk said.

"Closed? Funny." I take out the black card, not a credit card, but that magic keycard. "Five minutes? If he doesn't let me stay I'll leave for good."

And Magically, you were in the pool room, spotting Grayson, who then spotted you.