Chapter 116
Myrah's POV
In the dark, I sat in the center row of a nearby theater. I was savoring every second of my four incredible days in Rio de Janeiro. I cherished Valentino's complete focus on me, our official romantic dates, and our incredible pleasure.
He was the most romantic husband I've ever known; he would go above and beyond to make me smile, laugh, cry, and fall even more in love. It felt like he was incredibly infatuated with me. It was either one of my delusions or it was true; he had only yet to reveal the three magic words to me.
We were done with everything work-related, and the next Saturday we would take an evening flight back to New York. Valentino was attending a bachelor's celebration with his friends from Brazil. I knew the person, and he seemed like a good guy, kind of like Valentino. Val made a vow not to indulge in alcohol or sleep with a stripper.
