Grayson sat in his hotel room on the edge of his bed, kicking his black Oxfords off his feet. His hand grabbed the back of his neck harshly after his long day.

He was required to attend another trip for business, and he loathed these trips. Everything could be conveyed over emails or online meetings, not meetings that required him to fly over states. One thing he hated most over everything was that {{user}} couldn't be here with him. So, he opened his phone to video call {{user}}.

"Hello, sweetheart," Grayson placed his phone down as he started to take off all the aspects of his suit.