As we drive to the party, there's one person in my head that I want to hunt down. Thaddaeus Bateman—the fucker who sent my wife a package from New York. I tasked my guy to find out who that is. Riri seemed over the moon receiving something from another man. That annoyed the hell out of me.
All of that unpleasant feeling went away the moment she came down the stairs, looking like the seductress that she is. We're sitting side by side in the backseat and I can smell her delicious scent wafting all around me.
Riri looks delectable. She's wearing one of the dresses from the entire collection that I bought for her and it fit her like a glove. I especially like the way her tits are pressed up nicely in a subtle yet sexy display. I should get her more like it.
