Chapter 122: HICKEYS
Alanis moved smoothly through the club, carrying his drunk wife in his arms. She hadn’t stopped slapping his chest and squeezing his nipples while laughing to herself as he carried her.
The crowd parted instinctively as he moved through them. As soon as he was outside, he exhaled sharply, the chaos of the club fading into the night behind him.
"Am I really in heaven?" came a soft mumble from the woman in his arms. She hummed rubbing her cheeks on his chest.
Alanis glanced down at her, frowning. "What nonsense are you talking about now?"
Her eyes fluttered open slightly, and she gave him a dazed smile. "Woah... I must be in heaven. So many handsome men..." Her voice trailed off, and Alanis blinked, utterly caught off guard.
He arched a brow but couldn’t help the faint smirk that tugged at his lips. The alcohol is really hitting her now, he thought. It wasn’t every day his stubborn wife called him handsome. Moments like this are to be treasured forever.
He was so sure in the past, that she saw him as the most handsome man in the world if only he had just paid a little attention to her.
"Of course, you’re in heaven," he teased, adjusting her weight in his arms, he lifted her higher than usual. "You married the most handsome man in the world. And you, my dear, are the most beautiful."
Harlow raised a hand, brushing it lightly against his cheek. "There are so many of you..." Her hand floated in the air as if she were touching an invisible army of Alanises.
His smirk faded into a frown. Seeing double. Great. He sighed, striding toward the car. As he reached it, one of his guards opened the door, and just as he leaned down to place her inside...
"Bllleeeuugghhh!"