My Third Husband

“Why do you have to attend an opening party for a hotel? You don’t own this hotel, do you?” I asked, not ignoring the possibility that my guess could be right.

“I don’t but one of my closest friends does. On top of that, the security system of this hotel was designed by my company,” Brandon replied casually.

“Oh, right…I keep forgetting that you also own a cyber security company,” I said as I nodded my head.

Just as our conversation died down, we arrived at the grand opening of a new luxury hotel that was smack in the middle of the shopping district in the city center. I felt like the dress that I had on was slightly too tight around the waist but there was nothing that I could do about that now. The slick black limousine that we were riding had arrived at the entrance of the event. I could see the familiar red carpet on the floor right in front of the car door.

Brandon got off the car first before leaning down towards me to offer me his hand.