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Margo

I STARE AT THE WEDDING photo in absolute horror “Oh, —” I lean in and take a closer look “—an Elvis costume?”

Alexander leans over my shoulder while I sit at the island in the kitchen of our suite, his spicy scent wafting around ets a better view “Shit” He pushes hihtens the dark blue tie he’s wearing Even in a dress shirt, the man makes my mouth water

I gaze up to see a pair of gray eyes trained on me “Please tell me this is all a sick joke Please tell me that we aren’t really married”

“No joke, Dime Piece,” Yamada says as he walks into the co irl outfits—one under each ar ever! Wasn’t it, ladies?”

The toestively over Yamada’s scrawny bare chest beneath the silk robe he’s still wearing “Whatever you say, baby,” the woman purrs

Ya in front of Diet a taste of a night with Ya now”

The woaze to me, and I swear to God she hisses at me I raise my eyebrows, and Alexander shakes his head

“We need to talk about what happened last night, Yamada,” Alexander tells him and then adds, “Alone”

“Okay,” Yaives each of his coo, lovelies”

“But ant to play with Yairls whines in a voice that mimics a toddler as Yamada turns them both toward the door

He opens the door and ushers the girls out, patting each one on the butt as they pass hiirls”

“Yairls’ voice cuts off as he shuts the door in their faces

He turns and gives us a rin “Bitches love Yamada”

Alexander rolls his eyes “I have no idea why”

“Don’t be a hater” Yamada struts into the kitchen and opens the door on the stocked refrigerator, reaching in for a bottle of juice He twists the cap off his apple juice and then halts when he turns to take in the expression on Alexander’s face “Why are you not the happiest ht now? You’re married to the hottest chick Yamada has ever seen What’s there not to be happy about?”