CHRISTIAN POV
If hell had a waiting room, it would look exactly like this: chandeliers too bright, champagne too warm, and people pretending they cared about “causes” while keeping one eye on their investments.
“Smile, sir,” Daniel murmured at my side, his voice low enough to avoid the photographers.
I shot him a look. “You flew across the ocean just to remind me I have teeth?”
He smirked. “You did say you’d rather drag me here than Elizabeth. I’m honored.”
He wasn’t wrong. If Elizabeth were here, she’d hate every second of this, the fake pleasantries, the staged speeches, the empty promises.
The only part she tolerated was when I pulled her into the bathroom or some shadowed hallway and buried my d**k inside her until she couldn’t remember where she was. At least then, the night se
