Chapter 74
Chapter 74:
It was the social event I dreaded but still ended up attending.
The thing about my uncles was that they were both manipulative bastards, and my aunts were no better.
They knew exactly how to push the right buttons to control me, and I hated that more than anything.
Being the head of a criminal family does grant power, but what I had to consider was the intricate web behind every decision I made. When I ended things with Oscar, it wasn’t supposed to be permanent. But somehow, they noticed, and they pulled the rug out from under me, warning that things could get messy very quickly. Remembering what they did to Oscar’s sister, I believed them. Since then, I’ve made several attempts to turn things around, but, as they said, they’d been in the business longer, and I had been outsmarted by their so-called business smarts more times than I cared to admit.
Months after having to sever ties with Oscar, my relationship with them had reached a standstill.
They never pushed me to build new relationships.
They knew I’d never forgive them for letting Oscar Davenport go, but they didn’t care. My aunts were so disgusted with me that they stopped visiting my house or showing up unannounced at the office. Some things, I suppose, were better than before. But tonight, I decided to bring my favorite escort, Jacqueline. Call me a closet case, but I had some bigoted government officials I needed to woo for my next million-dollar project. For events like these, I’ve always relied on an escort agency, and Jacqueline had been my choice for social gatherings. I liked her. She knew exactly what was required of her, and beyond that, she was smart, funny, and, of course, very stylish.
“You look stunning,” I said, kissing her cheek as she stepped into the car, looking perfectly gorgeous. My driver closed the door behind her.
“Thank you, Mr. ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴠɪsɪᴛ
Taheri p>
“Ghazi, please. And I’m sorry I’m running a bit late p>
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“I know. I’m trying to flirt here,” she winked, resting her head against my side. “And… you’re a busy businessman. You don’t have to explain yourself to me. I understand p>
I was flattered by the way her eyes roamed over me. I knew I looked good, and I was pleased that she appreciated the effort I’d put into dressing impeccably.
When we arrived at the grand entrance for the gala dinner, it wasn’t surprising that more eyes landed on us. We looked like the perfect couple. She was stunning, her hand resting on the crook of my arm, posing as the ideal date.
“Isn’t that right, honey?” I asked, noticing she was zoning out. I placed my hand on her waist, pulling her back into the present.
“Yes, of course,” she replied, flashing a bright smile at the couple in front of us. She caressed my hand, putting on a show of our supposed affection.
The bleached blonde woman across from us was clearly another trophy wife, eyeing us with unmistakable jealousy.
Easy there, woman.
I never liked this side of the charity gala—the excessive flaunting, the sultry outfits, and the way people dressed just to show off to their peers.
“You look bored. How about we grab some drinks?” I whispered in her ear, and she smiled, biting her lip as if I had just said something perverted.
“Yes, please,” she responded quietly, but just loud enough for the couple in front of us to hear.
The woman pouted, clearly upset, then shot a look at her husband, who seemed tired of her attention. He took another sip of his champagne, uninterested.