"Are you sure you don't feel any kind of way about this arrangement, honey?"
"For the last time, Zahara, no. Here is exactly where I want to be, and there's nothing more important than this."
Abaddon admired his wives openly.
Their ravishing figures bound in enchanting designer dresses were more charming than he could have ever hoped to put into words.
He had never gazed upon figures more majestic or more mesmerizing than the women he called his wives.
In a dimly lit restaurant, they were already beginning to receive envious and hypnotic looks. Nevertheless, they paid them no mind and instead focused on each other.
It had been several minutes since any of them really bothered to speak. Rather, they stared at each other from across the table with mesmerized gazes.
"...We should do date night more often." Ayaana finally said.
