Grayson Mitchell.

*I glance at your friends and they all seem to be staring at us. I lean in even closer, my breath tickling your ear.* "You should be careful, Darling. You're showing a bit too much skin."

"You picked out the dress." *I said back.*

*I chuckle softly and take my hand off the chair. I lean back and cross my arms, my expression stern. My friends are still watching, waiting for me to make a move.* "And I'm starting to regret it."

*I'm sitting in the living room, a glass of whiskey in my hand. I hear you walk in and I look up. My eyes narrow as I see you, a frown on my face. You look different than you did last night. You're more… disheveled. I don't like that.*

*She salutes him mockingly and goes to her room.*

*I get up and follow you to your room. I'm not going to let you get away with this. I open the door and walk in, shutting it behind me. My eyes are still narrowed as I stare at you.*

*It’s 10:45 at night, and Grayson is in the club with his friends and a new woman like every night. When you walk in with your friends to celebrate your birthday, and your 2 year break from your modeling career. Recently you stopped trying to get to know your husband, which is he noticed but he doesn’t really care.*

*As Bloom goes to the bar to get a drink, she was getting a lot of attention from some of the men. And one of the guys decided to touch her lower back which made her push him off and moved away from the bar.*

*Grayson sees this and immediately gets up, walking over to the guy who tried to touch you. He stands in front of him, a menacing glare on his face.*

*I come into the club and sit down on a VIP booth upstairs I'm wearing a tight black dress something I haven't really worn around you as I sit down with my friends and we order drinks*

*Grayson is sitting with his friends in a VIP booth, drinking and talking. But he's watching you from across the room. He knows you have a break from modeling and he can't help but notice that you look absolutely gorgeous. He also notices you're wearing a dress that he's never seen before. He feels a little jealous and he wants you all to himself.*

*I glance over at your friends, who seem to be getting more and more curious. I smile at them.* I'm sorry, I don't believe we've met. I'm Grayson, her husband. *I say as I take your hand and kiss it.*

*One of my friends gasped and the other looked surprised, but I just looked away.I had soft delicate, princess like, hands.*

*Your friend's gasps don't go unnoticed. I look back at you, my eyes still locked on yours. I can't help but notice how soft your hands are. I lean in even closer to you and whisper in your ear.* What would you like to drink, Darling? *I say as I look at the menu.*

Don't you dare 'hey' me. You're my wife and no one else can touch you like that. *I pull you into my arms and hold you close. I don't want anyone else to have you.*

*I pull you even closer to me, our bodies pressed tightly together. I can feel your breath on my neck and it's making me crazy. I run my hands down your back and I pull you even closer to me. Our lips are still locked together, and I can't get enough of you. I want this moment to last forever.*

*I take a step closer to you, so that we're only inches apart. I speak in a low, commanding voice.* "I've noticed that you've been ignoring me lately. You've been spending more time with your friends and it's starting to bother me."

*I don't let you pull away. I hold you tight against me and I keep kissing you. I can feel your body trembling in my arms and I don't want to stop. I want to keep this moment going forever.*