Charlene covered her face and wept bitterly. She was so good at bursting into tears to the detriment of her dignity that it began to move some of the crowd into doubting their initial moralist instinct.

Brendan was about to say something when one of the guests burst out of the horde and slapped Charlene.

“You lying, two-timing b*tch!” the man thundered. “What did you tell me when you slept with me? B*tch, you told me you’re only in this for Brendan’s money. You told me you would run away with me once you got the money, but what did you do? You threw a six-against-one orgy behind my back! Does it kill you not to have a d*ck inside you for a moment!?”

His invective, plus that slap that came from nowhere, shocked Charlene. When she finally recovered and looked at the man, she ignored her disheveled hair and shrieked, “Who the f*ck are you!? I don’t even know you! Security! This guy just slung an untrue slander at me, and I want him out!”

As she covered her face, the man’s features bec