YN's POV:

I finished with my laundry and took a deep breath. It was the middle of the afternoon and I wanted a nap. But, I needed to find David and ask him what laundry he had that needed washing.

David and I have been living together for about a year by this point in our relationship. We had met during my last semester of college when he had visited a friend of his, who was also my friend, at the college I attended. Imagine my surprise when I found out the famous David Bowie was my buddy's friend! Well, we had hit it off almost immediately and just a few weeks before I was to graduate he had asked me if I would be willing to date him. Of course I said yes and had yet to regret the decision.

When I graduated, I had two choices of where to live because of my income or lack thereof. With my parents, which was quickly out of the question due to my seven much younger siblings who were still there and the size of house they owned. Or with David, in his mansion. I didn't much like living with my boyfriend. Doing it before had got me into serious trouble but David was a perfect gentleman and never had to worry.

In fact, only a month ago, he had proposed. Naturally, I happily accepted and could now officially proclaim myself mistress of the house. I took it all very seriously. His only fuss was that I had quickly took over the spot of his housekeeper and maid which he repeatedly informed me was completely unnecessary. I ignored him every time.

I walked into his study and noticed him reclining on one of the black leather couching with a book in his hand. I didn't pay much attention to what the book was and asked,

"Do you have any dirty laundry?" He looked up at me and I saw something in his eyes I'd never seen before. I brushed it off and waited for his response. He shrugged.

"I don't believe so." His eyes kept drifting back to the book and I stepped closer to see what he was reading. My heart stopped when I realized it wasn't a book at all. It was journal where I wrote down all of my smut fantasies and dirty dreams I'd had about him.

He knew by the look on my face that I knew exactly what he was reading.

"I didn't know you thought about it in that much detail." He said innocently but the smirk on his face was anything but innocent.

"I...I..." I stuttered slightly, completely embarrassed and unsure what to do or say. Those were my secret, super private thoughts that I hadn't ever dreamed of sharing with him! Well, maybe after a few years of marriage or maybe when we were old and gray but not now!

He looked at me expectantly with a lustful glint in his eye. I didn't dare look any further down than his shoulders.

"You seem to know a lot about this." He said, the lustful glint turning to a playful twinkle as I realized he was actually enjoying this!

"I...um...Well...I've seen you...um...naked in the bathroom before...ONLY BY ACCDIENT, I SWEAR!" I quickly added, turning a bright scarlet. "And, we...um...both know I know what the act is like...so...um...I just used my imagination about us." The last reason was due to my ex-boyfriend who thought the only way for a girl to be a perfect girlfriend was to please him in bed. To keep him, I did...twice. And, the shame I felt after the way he treated me was enough to drive me away from him. Then and there, I had sworn to wait until my wedding night for any more dalliances in that area of my life.

"I'm gathering you liked what you saw." He said as he stood up, set the book down and walked towards me, looking at me with the lustful glint returning. He didn't even have to say what it was, I knew exactly what he was talking about. I blushed and nodded, without looking anywhere lower than his chest.

He took two quick steps towards me and yanked me into his arms, placing a searing kiss on my lips. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer, pressing my whole body against his and feeling what I dared not look at.

Suddenly, he pulled away, normal eye dilated to the size of the other and gasping slightly for air. He leaned forward again and licked at my earlobe and upper neck before whispering in my ear,

"We are to be married in two weeks. Then, I will make all those fantasies and dreams of yours come true. Every. Last. One. Of. Them." He held me close and planting a scorching kiss on my lips after each word of the last sentence. By the time he was finished, I was dazed and unsure if I could still stand. With a smirk, he walked out of the room.