The room erupted again. "Ha! This is too good. I don't even want to go home anymore."
"Who knew dinner would come with a show like this?"
The ten minutes were almost up. One of the wealthy women couldn't wait—she reached over and ran her hand across my chest.
"Don't touch me!"
I slapped her hand away.
"Ooh, those pecs, that body. I didn't even need to touch to know. Very nice." She turned to Leila. "Ms. Galloway, why don't you just give him to me?"
Leila laughed and drained her wine glass, admiring her fresh manicure. "Why not? If he can't pay, you're all welcome to do whatever you want with him."
"Ha! Then I'm going first."
Everyone was certain I couldn't pay. They stopped caring about my consent and started grabbing at me.
My voice dropped to ice. I wanted to kill someone. But the woman didn't give a damn about the threat in my eyes.
Jacob shot a mocking look at Leila's bodyguards. "Hold him down. Pin him so these ladies can have their fun."
"Yes, sir!"
The bodyguards swarmed me, surrounding me completely.
I looked at Leila. My heart went cold.
We were still technically married. And here she was, letting other women grope me. She was humiliating herself as much as me.