2: MAN O

ptic, and my husband leaning on the wall, tapping his feet furiously. I could fee

my head, my eyes gazing at the floor trying to count the black tiles to keep me from burs

re you?"

pharmacy to get

place now because I let you to! I would never let any woman that I bought with billions o

d so he started t

more than an hour ago. Have you been seeing someone?" He raged

around like a rag doll. "It was windy and I didn't take the driver

out for you on the bed. You will be attending my new hotel's opening party with me, only because my new business riva

n affirmat

get dressed and clean up. I wo

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hair pulled into a tight ponytail, and my fair, ample breasts almost

he'd made an effort to show me off at one. I began to have mixed feelings about who this

ng. It was my husband's bodyguard, Barney, who opened it and sat n

formerly had a thing of the past, and it wasn't a good one. But, I suspec

eplied stiffly, allowing me t

n the car, but I didn't care. It's just that, I hoped his recklessness would

s usual, but the silence broke wh

and people yelling for me to pose or wave, but Barney grabbed me by my waist,

and he bowed to apologize but I only walked away to the side of the room

being the wives of my husband's alcoholic friends who, like me, were in abusive marriages. But, unlike me, those women came from p

deep reverie. I turned to look at who it was and was met

ht him staring. "I apologize for not introducing myself earlier. I am Dashiell Blackwood. I'm sure you

ly, almost barfin

loser to me, "You didn't have an at

ted to kidnap me," I replied saucil

Royce?" He asked, but I ignored him, and he continued, my legs wobbling as I felt his gaze burn

st say to me? Or you just said it to get a reaction out of me?"

just won a trillion dollar lottery. I immediately let go of Das

rning to face me. "He's the one I was telling you about, dear wife. The