Zella
“We would like to thank you, Mr King, for your donations to our society and the impact on your company…”
I tuned out the speaker, my eyes focused on the woman's hand on Isaiah's chest. We were in Greece. That was enough to give me an insecurity complex. The women were beautiful and elegant and so perfect, it was hard to ignore them.
Now one of those perfect bimbos had her hand on my husband's chest while presenting him an award and I was pissed. She obviously knew I was his wife. I had arrived at the event with him and the announcer had yelled 'The arrival of Mr and Mrs King’, so the b***h currently hogging my husband's muscular chest through his suit knew I was his wife but still beamed her honey dripping smile at him, caressing him.
I want to rip her hair out.
“Thank you, o
