"Thank you for coming, sir," I shake yet another businessman's hand, smiling so much my cheeks feel like they'll develop dimples.
It's been a long night that's for sure. The moment we walked inside the hotel, I didn't even have a chance to speak to Pandora, better yet spend time with my wife—although I somehow managed to keep horny bastards away from her. Thank goodness Leilani didn't push me away like I thought she would since she seemed angry at me on our way here.
In fact, the moment we stepped into the public eye, she morphed into the most perfect wife version I've seen her pull yet—greeting guests, adjusting my tie, planting kisses on my cheek here and there with her hands on my chest as if to torture me.
It was torture. A hell meant for my body, ironically in all the right ways at that.
