My Bossy CEO Husband

Sanford, an amused spectator to the drama, flashed a smug grin.
“Time to make your exit, dear. There’s a handsome tip waiting.”
Brian’s lack of interest in the female escort was glaringly obvious.
Khaleesi felt a twinge of regret at letting such a lucrative opportunity slip through her fingers.
She cast a hopeful glance at Brian, silently pleading for him to reconsider.
But he barely acknowledged her. He simply poured himself another glass of wine, his attention elsewhere.
Reluctantly, Khaleesi Left the room,
Once she’d departed, Sanford couldn’t resist a jibe. “Seems you’re not a fan of escorts. Should I invite Eleanor instead?”
Brian downed his wine, his mood plummeting further. “Could we not bring her up?”
Eleanor was the Last person he wanted to see!
“ALL your interest lies in Rosalynn, it seems.” Sanford’s teasing continued unabated.
Brian remained silent, nursing his glass of wine.
A sudden irritability seized him, but he found no outlet for it.
When had he become so smitten?
So weak?
He’d showered her with attention, only to be met with indifference.
“The apartment at Beauty Apartments is yours now, furnished to your taste. Fancy moving in?” Sanford asked, sipping his wine
with obvious relish.
“No.”
“Sure about that? No regrets Later!” Sanford prodded again.

Brian toyed with his glass, saying nothing.
Sanford chuckled, clinking his glass against Brian’s. “Yearning for Rosalynn?”
Brian’s gaze shot up to meet his.