My Boyfriend Came Back as a Different Man

The next time I saw Leopold Sanchez, it was at the hotel front desk.

He walked in with a woman on his arm, slid two IDs across the counter, and grabbed three boxes of condoms in the same motion.

"One luxury suite. Ring these up together."

He dipped his head, murmuring something low and sweet that sent the woman in his arms into a fit of giggles, her body trembling against his.

When he glanced up, his gaze landed on my face and lingered.

"Have I seen you somewhere before?"

The hand holding his ID trembled, just slightly.

The woman in his arms looked like she'd swallowed something sour.