I jump at the voice that is getting all too familiar. I spin around to face Nevin Petersen who is smiling at me with that annoying smile of his. Before I could ask him why he is following me, he takes my left hand and grips my fourth finger where my diamond rings are. I try to pull away from his touch but his hold on me is strong.
“Rings befitting the wife of a billionaire,” he states. “Congratulations on the wedding.”
“Are you following me around?” I demand finally yanking my hand from his. “Who are you?”
“You’re in one of my boutiques,” he replies with a big smile. “And as to who I am, I can’t believe good ole Daniel hasn’t mentioned me by now. Is he trying to shield you from me? This is epic.”
“Shield me from what?” I ask.
He peers about me. “Where are the bodyguards at? I doubt Da
