referred to his tuxedo.
“Absolutely,” he replied, not looking at her. They went in to check on the girls before they left.
As they hopped in Harrison’s Aston Martin, Lisa began her tirade on how much she hated the luxury sports car.
“Why the hell did you have to buy this insanely expensive car? It’s ridiculous, Harrison.”
Harrison rolled his eyes. God, he hated listening to her shrill voice. It was like nails on a chalkboard; her voice pierced right through his head.
“You’re bitching about money? That’s the least of our worries, Lisa. This fucking tux was nearly $40,000.00! Seriously, money means so little to us who have so much of it. You seem to enjoy going to that ridiculous Swiss spa four times a year!”
Lisa folded her arms tightly about her body.
“You just use this car to pick up sluts.”
Harrison pounded the steering wheel. “I am sick and tired of your mouth, Lisa. It’s enough already. It’s my money and I will spend it the way I want.”
“Fine, Harrison, this argument is becoming so tedious.”
They drove in silence to the ball. As they pulled up, the valet took the car. Several photographers were outside. It was almost a red carpet event. Harrison, being the narcissist he was, enjoyed having his photo taken. How he wished he could have Reese at his side instead of Lisa.
As Harrison and Lisa made their rounds to greet his colleagues and make small talk, a brief hush fell over the crowd. A commotion was causing many of the guests to gather around the entrance of the ballroom. As Harrison craned his neck, he could see the outline of a stunningly beautiful woman with blonde hair wearing a deep-blue gown. Huge sparkling diamond earrings glittered from her earlobes. Wow. He guessed she must be a celebrity, but he couldn’t see her face. As the crowd parted, the woman and her escort walked toward them.
His heart stopped and he nearly fainted. It was Reese!
No, it was Reese escorted by some other guy… a guy he knew… a colleague of his. Noah Klein to be specific. Noah was a hotshot young attorney at Stein, Cohen, and Bloomberg, a litigation firm downtown.
Reese… she looked breathtaking in a stunning blue gown with a plunging neckline just as he had imagined her in earlier in the evening. Her ample cleavage was evident, and she was wearing a Harry Winston necklace! Just like his fantasy.
If Reese noticed him, she didn’t acknowledge it. She glided across the room with Noah to their table. She stopped to have her photo snapped several times posing with Noah. Harrison’s eyes burned with envy. That asshole would be pictured with Reese and not him. His hands clenched into tight fists, and his ring cut deeply into his hand. Her long blonde hair was resting softly about her shoulders like a silken shawl. He could hear her tinkling laughter through the crowd. She was laughing at something Noah said! He was making her smile and laugh. Harrison felt his blood boil.
Then music began to play, and they got up to dance. Noah’s hands gripped Reese’s tiny waist as they began to move to the music. Her body was pressed tightly to his, her breasts against his chest. Harrison felt dizzy. He couldn’t take this.
“Lisa, you have to excuse me. I see Paul Murphy has arrived.” Lisa merely gave him a curt nod and turned back to the woman next to her.
Harrison got up from the table and strode over to Reese and Noah.
“May I cut in?” he asked, gallantly nodding to Noah. Startled, Noah looked at him.
“Well, hello there, Grantham, how the hell are you?” He stopped to shake his hand.
Reese stopped dancing and stared at him. Her blue eyes lit up for a moment with delight, then narrowed with contempt for him.
“Excuse me, sir, we were dancing.” She put her hand on Noah’s shoulder. He noticed a huge diamond ring on her left ring finger. Was that AN ENGAGEMENT RING? Harrison felt faint.
“Noah, I couldn’t help but notice your beautiful partner here. Surely you wouldn’t mind
“Absolutely,” he replied, not looking at her. They went in to check on the girls before they left.
As they hopped in Harrison’s Aston Martin, Lisa began her tirade on how much she hated the luxury sports car.
“Why the hell did you have to buy this insanely expensive car? It’s ridiculous, Harrison.”
Harrison rolled his eyes. God, he hated listening to her shrill voice. It was like nails on a chalkboard; her voice pierced right through his head.
“You’re bitching about money? That’s the least of our worries, Lisa. This fucking tux was nearly $40,000.00! Seriously, money means so little to us who have so much of it. You seem to enjoy going to that ridiculous Swiss spa four times a year!”
Lisa folded her arms tightly about her body.
“You just use this car to pick up sluts.”
Harrison pounded the steering wheel. “I am sick and tired of your mouth, Lisa. It’s enough already. It’s my money and I will spend it the way I want.”
“Fine, Harrison, this argument is becoming so tedious.”
They drove in silence to the ball. As they pulled up, the valet took the car. Several photographers were outside. It was almost a red carpet event. Harrison, being the narcissist he was, enjoyed having his photo taken. How he wished he could have Reese at his side instead of Lisa.
As Harrison and Lisa made their rounds to greet his colleagues and make small talk, a brief hush fell over the crowd. A commotion was causing many of the guests to gather around the entrance of the ballroom. As Harrison craned his neck, he could see the outline of a stunningly beautiful woman with blonde hair wearing a deep-blue gown. Huge sparkling diamond earrings glittered from her earlobes. Wow. He guessed she must be a celebrity, but he couldn’t see her face. As the crowd parted, the woman and her escort walked toward them.
His heart stopped and he nearly fainted. It was Reese!
No, it was Reese escorted by some other guy… a guy he knew… a colleague of his. Noah Klein to be specific. Noah was a hotshot young attorney at Stein, Cohen, and Bloomberg, a litigation firm downtown.
Reese… she looked breathtaking in a stunning blue gown with a plunging neckline just as he had imagined her in earlier in the evening. Her ample cleavage was evident, and she was wearing a Harry Winston necklace! Just like his fantasy.
If Reese noticed him, she didn’t acknowledge it. She glided across the room with Noah to their table. She stopped to have her photo snapped several times posing with Noah. Harrison’s eyes burned with envy. That asshole would be pictured with Reese and not him. His hands clenched into tight fists, and his ring cut deeply into his hand. Her long blonde hair was resting softly about her shoulders like a silken shawl. He could hear her tinkling laughter through the crowd. She was laughing at something Noah said! He was making her smile and laugh. Harrison felt his blood boil.
Then music began to play, and they got up to dance. Noah’s hands gripped Reese’s tiny waist as they began to move to the music. Her body was pressed tightly to his, her breasts against his chest. Harrison felt dizzy. He couldn’t take this.
“Lisa, you have to excuse me. I see Paul Murphy has arrived.” Lisa merely gave him a curt nod and turned back to the woman next to her.
Harrison got up from the table and strode over to Reese and Noah.
“May I cut in?” he asked, gallantly nodding to Noah. Startled, Noah looked at him.
“Well, hello there, Grantham, how the hell are you?” He stopped to shake his hand.
Reese stopped dancing and stared at him. Her blue eyes lit up for a moment with delight, then narrowed with contempt for him.
“Excuse me, sir, we were dancing.” She put her hand on Noah’s shoulder. He noticed a huge diamond ring on her left ring finger. Was that AN ENGAGEMENT RING? Harrison felt faint.
“Noah, I couldn’t help but notice your beautiful partner here. Surely you wouldn’t mind
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