Chapter 112

"Mr. Carmichael, how are you?" Another man - one I'd never met before - asked loudly as he came up to the small group of people we'd formed with the potential new client as his men. I could tell by the way Ken's mouth quirked ever so slightly down at the corners that he really disliked this man. "I'm doing just fine, Preston. How are you?" he asked as cordially as he could manage. I lifted my flute of champagne to my lips to try and mask the amused smile that was threatening to pull at my lips.  "Just dandy," the man shot back, making it more than clear to me that Ken's feelings for this man were mutual. "Now who might this beautiful woman be?" he asked, scanning my body with hungry eyes. I stepped closer to Ken's warm embrace, feeling extremely uncomfortable by the prodding look in Preston's eyes. "This is my wife of over twenty years. That's the nicest way I can find to say fuck off, Preston, so don't push me," Ken growled vehemently, causing me