~Christopher’s POV~

It was my poison, looking out my office window over San Diego’s gorgeous streets while drinking Dalmore Decades. I’ve been thinking about my grandfather, who is constantly nagging me to remarry. The strain and headache that had been looming over me for years suddenly arrived, throbbing down in the foundation of my brain. My grandfather’s remarks make me shake my head. While admiring the magnificent streets, I kept my sight fixed on the glass. Mark, my closest buddy, entered. He got himself a drink and came over to stand with me.

“You know, the old guy is right. You can’t pay for pussy forever.” That’s my friend Mark. The man has no filter, not that I have one myself. While Mark and I were conversing, an idea immediately sprung to mind.

“Mark, I’ll see you when I return. Wish me luck.”

“Can you tell me where you’re going?”

“I’m getting married.”

widened, but I didn’t care. I summoned my driver. A black Rolls-Royce Phantom VII came to a stop

the valet unlocked the door, loosening the two buttons on my shirt over my chest and reclining

To the Civil Affairs Bureau,

cast a glance my way, with a puzzled expression, he knew not to

landed on a pensive, terrified girl. She seemed to be between the ages of 21 and 22, quite young,

back, she needs to be stunning, and

her forehead, and her whole body

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