38|Wonderful Night

The waiter delivered our food and drink orders. The celebration had started, so we didn't talk. Brad delivered his short speech on the stage. I smiled as the women stopped what they were doing. Their eyes were fixed on the handsome man.

Even the female employees didn't move and stared at their boss in awe. Well, well, well. Jasmine would encounter a lot of problems if they got into a relationship. Brad had a lot of fans. That was a big challenge.

“Do you want more food?” Russell asked as he looked at my empty plate.

“Not now.” I smiled at Brad, who returned to our table.

I felt a lot of eyes on me, but I ignored them. Those women couldn't be mad. It wasn't my fault that Brad gave me his attention all night. I was his guest of honor because he liked my best friend.

“Move,” Brad ordered his friend. “I'm guarding Camari tonight from all the perverts, including you.”

“I'm not a pervert,” Russell argued. He turned to me. “Tell him I'm being polite, Camari.”

“Yeah, yeah. That's still my seat