A Happy Never Ending.(GXG)

20.

Tiana's POV:

What did she mean by life changing?

As she just pulled me back into the venue, the buzz of excitement filled the air as everyone bustled about getting prepared for the ceremony to kick off. I couldn't help but feel a twinge of annoyance knowing it wasn't going to be a brief affair with over 15 people lined up to give their speeches and receive their well-deserved awards.
I mentally braced myself for the imminent onslaught of thank you's and sentimental "I wouldn't have made it without you" speeches that were sure to test my already drained social battery. But despite my urge to escape and head back home to my cozy haven, my loyalty to my wife, the esteemed award recipient, compelled me to stay even if it meant enduring 14 more speeches than I'd prefer.

As we settled into our seats at the elegantly decorated table, I couldn't help but notice the presence of Miss Stewart, a familiar face who seemed to wear a discontented expression. A mischievous satisfaction crept into my heart at the sight of her unhappy demeanor. Call me cold-hearted, but my disdain for her ran deep, making it difficult to muster any sympathy, even on such a celebratory occasion. My duty as a self-proclaimed hater seemed to override any sense of compassion.
Just as I was lost in my thoughts, my wife's delicate hand reached out and gently tugged at mine, offering a comforting caress that instantly melted away the bitterness clouding my mind.

My wife whispered in my ear delicately, "You need to relax my love. You can't let her ruin our night." Her warm breath tickled my skin as she kissed the side of my head, causing a pang of jealousy in Melissa's eyes.
"I'm sorry, baby. I'm just so ready to go home," I replied honestly, returning a gentle peck. I could sense the stares from her colleagues, but I was unfazed. After all, we were not engaging in any behavior beyond the norm. They should be thankful, as it could certainly be much worse.

As Mr. Garrett, founder of EGT Solutions, took the stage to begin the company's 29th anniversary and award ceremony, I found myself drifting, feeling a distinct sensation of being watched. However, amidst the sea of faces in the room, pinpointing the source was a futile task.
The speeches droned on, my mind preoccupied with the enigmatic watcher. Finally, Mr. Garrett called my wife up to the stage, and my heart swelled with pride. I offered her a supportive kiss before she made her way to the front, with her enthusiastic colleagues cheering her on from our table.

"I'd like to present this award to Mrs. Campbell for running the second greatest IT business in the country," Mr. Garrett announced, a hint of humor in his voice. Laughter rippled through the audience, and I couldn't help but join in.
Taking the microphone, my wife spoke graciously, "Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. I want to express my gratitude to my wife and my team. It is their unwavering support and dedication that has propelled our company to its current standing. I truly appreciate each and every one of you."
The room erupted in applause as she concluded her speech, and I rose to my feet, clapping proudly alongside her colleagues.

Feeling a mix of exhaustion and admiration, I watched as Ashantii charmed her way through the crowd of CEOs, her laughter ringing out among the clinking of glasses and low hum of conversation. She was the star of the evening, the center of attention, and I couldn't help but feel a swell of pride knowing that she was my wife.
As she made her way back to the table where our group sat, she was met with congratulations and smiles. We dug into our food, the delicious aroma filling the air, creating a warm and inviting atmosphere. Laughter and chatter filled the space, enveloping us in a sense of camaraderie.
Deja, a talented DJ, writer, and choreographer, caught my eye. She was a powerhouse, exuding confidence and charisma.

Josh, the epitome of a sports-loving, beer-drinking man, sat back with a contented smile on his face. He regaled us with stories of his latest games and adventures, his enthusiasm infectious.
Adele, quiet and kind, sat across from me, her presence calming. She shared little about herself, but her aura of serenity spoke volumes. I learned that she was a proud owner of the largest flower farm in the city, a fact that seemed to surprise many at the table.
Derrick, the youngest of the group, was engrossed in a conversation about video games. As a part-time graphic designer, his passion for creativity shone through, and I found myself drawn into his world of pixels and colors.

As I engaged with each member of Ashantii's team, Melissa's gaze never wavered from me. I could sense her curiosity, her silent assessment of my interactions. I made sure to praise each person, acknowledging their talents and uniqueness, all the while feeling Melissa's scrutiny.
After a lively discussion with Derrick, who was astonished by my lack of knowledge about a popular video game called Call Of Duty, I excused myself once more. Stepping outside, the cool night air greeted me, providing a moment of solitude amidst the bustling event.

I love how all of them were different and yet IT brought them together.

I leaned against the wall, taking a moment to collect my thoughts. The energy of the room, the personalities that filled it, all felt overwhelming. But as I glanced back through the glass doors at Ashantii, holding court with grace and confidence, I knew that I would endure it all for her.
She was more than my wife she's my bestfriend; she is a beacon of inspiration, a force to be reckoned with. Her success was my joy, and I would support her through any event, no matter how daunting.

As I sat on the bench enjoying the fresh air, I felt a sense of calm wash over me. The gentle breeze was soothing, and I closed my eyes to savor the moment. Suddenly, a voice interrupted my peace. "What are you doing here all alone, mi amor?" I opened my eyes to see a captivating woman standing before me. I was taken aback by her presence.It was the woman from earlier on.
"Oh, I just needed some fresh air," I responded slowly, feeling a bit flustered by her beauty. She chuckled at my response, her laughter like a melody to my ears. "You shouldn't be out here alone; it's not safe," she said, her voice soft and reassuring.

Curiosity piqued, I tried to engage in conversation. "I never got your name," I said, hoping to keep the interaction going. "Evelyn. Evelyn Hart," she replied, her confidence shining through. My heart skipped a beat at the sound of her name.

As we talked, Evelyn moved to sit beside me, and I felt a strange but undeniable connection with her. "You seem overstimulated," she observed, her eyes locking with mine. I couldn't deny her observation; her presence had stirred something within me.

"I'm married," I blurted out, feeling the need to establish boundaries. But Evelyn was undeterred. "Call me 'Mommy,'" she insisted, a mischievous glint in her eyes. I blushed at the suggestion, unsure of how to respond.
Before I could gather my thoughts, a familiar voice called out, and my wife appeared. Relief flooded through me at her arrival, but Evelyn seemed unfazed. She greeted my wife with charm, igniting a playful banter between them. I couldn't shake the feeling that something was brewing between the three of us.

As the tension mounted, Evelyn's boldness grew. She hinted at desires that left me breathless, her seductive gaze sending shivers down my spine. My wife, usually possessive, surprised me with her openness to the unexpected turn of events.

Before I knew it, Evelyn and my wife were proposing a tantalizing offer – to have me all to themselves that night. I was torn, caught between desire and loyalty. The temptation was strong, but I couldn't betray my commitment to my wife.

In that moment of uncertainty, I looked to my wife for guidance. To my surprise, she encouraged me to explore this newfound connection, embracing the unconventional proposal with a smirk. The air crackled with anticipation as their gazes locked on me, waiting for my response.

I hope I'm making the right choice.