The resort threw a big celebration party that night for my father’s latest business success.
The outdoor pavilion was beautifully decorated — string lights twinkling overhead, live music playing softly, waiters carrying trays of champagne and expensive appetizers. Lucian was in his element, laughing loudly, shaking hands, and proudly introducing Bianca to his business associates as his wife of two years.
I watched from the side, nursing a drink, my eyes never leaving her.
Bianca looked incredible in a tight, elegant black dress that hugged every dangerous curve — her massive t**s barely contained, her fat ass swaying with every step she took. My father kept his arm around her waist, kissing her cheek, showing her off like the prize she was.
It made me furious.
And insanely turned on.
