Ch 64
Harrison POV
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"Your majesty" Miley leans forward as she hands me the drink.
Scotch with crushed ice…
The meeting went well, but…the party is still yet to get over.
It's over seven thirty and my so called my wife isn't ready yet.
My patience is dreading.
Till date, no one has ever made me wait…
Especially when I had informed I'll be there myself to pick.
When I look up, I notice Miley still standing right next to me,
Her dress…hanging low down her chest.
What's with these ladies?
I'm married for Christ’ sake,
"That's it.
You may get back your room.
You won't be needed" I order at Miley…
I notice the sense of disappointment between her big eyes…
But I don't let that get me,
I focus on my drink…
Why can't girls be like her?
Like Miley and other women I have
