Orlando now knew why he never went out to drink. He gone to drown himself in the sorrows of alcohol and probably some quick lay to get over is frustration but that was not at all the work that had cut out for him. The moment that he had gone inside that club with the woman on his arm he was flocked by a horde of paparazzi. His bad luck that he could not deal with all those people together at the same time and the girl on his arm in the silver dress was blinking at everyone like deer staring in the headlights.
The questions had come hard and unflinching and he was disgusted. Finally someone saw the woman with him and started pestering her. And in that crowd someone touched her arm as well and he lost it. No one was allowed to touch the woman he was with. And now he was sitting in the polic
