28

ESTELLE

“Oh, hey, Estelle. I didn’t expect to see you here.”

I didn’t even know what to say or what I was doing in here in his penthouse. The smell of alcohol and sex was everywhere, making me want to throw up.

Klayton swayed in my direction in his boxers. His eyes were blotched red. At two in the afternoon, he was still wasted in his boxers in his penthouse. Wow. And this was the man that I was going to marry? What did I put myself into?

“I need to talk to you, but not when you are drunk.”

“I’m not. I just woke up. Wait, how did you get in?”

I ignored his question because he should know it by now. “At two in the afternoon.”

“Don’t be a bitch.” He stopped and towered to me. His face was just mere a few inches over mine. “I will have you after we get married, and get ready that ass of yours. These tits were mine before, anyway.” He was about to have his hands on my breasts. Thankfully, my bodyguard, Qamar, was quick enough to grip his hands away from me.

“I suggest you take a few step