Perfect Hopkins Novel Novels & Stories

Even after getting married, Rachel couldn’t tame her brash and domineering nature. She partied every night, bouncing from one flashy event to another. Then, one night at a neon-lit nightclub, she caught sight of a man across the room, locked in a passionate kiss with a delicate-looking woman. The woman was visibly pregnant. "Hey, Rachel," one of her girlfriends leaned in and whispered. "Isn’t that your husband? Didn’t you say you had him completely whipped? That he wouldn’t dare go against you? Well, what’s he doing out here with a side chick?"

She was hiding well and hopefully would be able to sneak away in no time back to the safety of her room. Philip walked in and immediately felt girls staring at him and vying for his attention. Gritting his teeth he politely dismissed each one. He didn’t really like balls, well truth be told he didn’t really like anything anymore. It all just felt hollow and empty and had for a long time. He looked around hoping at least that some of his men would be here so he could stick with them and avoid any more begging to dance. He saw Ridley, the man he’d class as his closest friend deep in conversation with a pretty girl by the drink stand and chuckled. Then his eyes fell on her.