"Are you ready?" I walk into Paisley's room as she puts a pair of earrings in. She looks ready, but with women, you never know.

"Yes."

"Oh." We actually don't have to leave for another fifteen minutes, I just didn't think she was ready. "Well, we should probably discuss what's going to happen tonight."

"More than me acting like a loving wife?" She looks at me in the mirror and I stand up straighter.

"Do you know what that entails?" I ask her, trying to hint that tonight will need more than handholding. Tonight is the Hopkins Hospital annual fundraiser. We've been married a week and everyone's eyes will be on us.

"Um, acting wifely?"

"Do you know how a wife acts?"

Her brows furrow. "What do you mean?"

I sigh. She's actually going to make me say it.

"You know we have to kiss and touch each other, right?"

"Oh, sorry, I thought that was a given." She chuckles. "Yes, I know."

"Are you okay with that?" I don't know why I care, but for some reason I want her to be comfortable.

"It's what you pay me the big bucks for." She says flatly, then laughs. "God, that sounded terrible."

A chuckle rumbles through me and Paisley's cheeks tint red and she uncomfortably messes with the black dress she's wearing.

"Sorry, yes, I'm okay with everything."

"Well, let's go then." Without waiting for her, I head downstairs.

She comes down the stairs a few moments later. The black dress that fits tightly against her body trails behind her. Her pale shoulders peek through the lace sleeves.

"Is this dress okay?"

It's more modest than I would have thought, but surprisingly it looks good on her.

"It's fine."

Once we're in the elevator she suddenly mumbles 'no way!' under her breath.

"What?"

"This dress has pockets!" She has a shocked look on her face as she grins. Apparently, pockets are a good thing?

"That's cool?"

Her smile fades as she stares at me. "You don't understand my excitement do you?"

"Not really..." I chuckle. "I mean, they're just pockets."

"Take everything out of your pockets." She tells me right as the elevator doors open.

"What?"

"Just do it."

As we both step out, I take everything out of my pockets. I now hold my wallet, phone, pocket watch, and a pack of gum in my hands.

"Now what?"

"Just hold it." She shrugs and walks toward the limo, getting in. Wait, what?

"Okay, I get it," I tell her once I've climbed into the limo. "Pockets are helpful."

"Exactly," She grins, satisfied that she taught me a lesson. "Imagine not having pockets. Then the one time you do they're stitched and surprise! They're fake."

"That would... suck?" I find the way she's so worked up about pockets humorous.

She nods, opening the silk black clutch Jenna lent her. She takes out her silly flip-phone from a hundred years ago and slips it into her pocket, then sets the clutch in the seat. I need to buy her a new phone.

The limo comes to a stop and lights flash outside the windows.

Paisley reaches for the handle but I stop her.

"A good husband gets the door for his wife."

She realizes what I'm trying to say and nods, sitting back.

Slipping a pair of sunglasses on, I open the door and head around the back towards Paisley's door.

Cameras flash rapidly and my name is called by many people, each trying to get my attention. They all talk over each other, asking different questions that blur together.

After opening the door, I stretch my hand out for Paisley. Her cold hand slips into my warm one and I pull her up, out of the car.

She blinks rapidly as cameras brightly flash in her face. Shit, I should have got her sunglasses.

Too late now.

Slightly tucking her into my side, I pull her past the paps and we head into the hospital.

"Is that normal?" She sighs once we're inside.

"Yes," I glance at her. "It is."

Her nose scrunches in disgust.

"Paisley!" Jenna comes running up to my 'wife' and wraps her arms around her. "Sebastian." She nods at me.

"Hey." I pat Harry on his back as he joins our little group.

"Good evening Sebastian." My grandfather grabs my hand, then smiles when a pap walks up to us.

They take a photo of us and leave. "Hello, Grandfather."

He studies me a moment. "Enjoy the night with your wife Sebastian."

I watch as he walks away, wrapping his arm around my grandmother.

The word wife rings through my head, reminding me I'm supposed to be married. I turn to Paisley only to find that she's not there.

Damn it. Now I have to look for her.

"Sebastian." A high pitched, squeaky, voice calls me to a halt.

I turn to see Lacy, the only woman to get me to break my one-time rule. I've alway made it a habit to never fuck the same girl twice, you do that and they become clingy. But Lacey, let's just say she knows her way around a man's dick, so I made a two-time exception for her.

She's standing in front of me wearing a red dress with a plunging neckline. The dress is so tight it shows every crook and crevice of her body. Her tanned, toned legs are completely visible as two slits in the dress run up to the top of her thighs.

Maybe I should make a three-time exception...

"Hey, Lacey." I give her a dashing smile, as she steps closer.

"Hi there Stranger." She hugs me, making sure to give me a full view of her fake breasts. "Dance with me?" She whispers seductively into my ear.

Smirking, I place my hand on her waist and pull her onto the dance floor.

She presses herself flush against me.

"So, how have you been?" She smiles ridiculously and the wrinkles on her face show cracks in her makeup. There's a lot.

"Fine."

Her hand subtly wanders past my belt and I feel myself jolt.

"I bet there's an empty bed somewhere in this hospital." She whispers, flicking her tongue on the shell of my ear.

I'm about to drag her off the floor when a laugh I've only heard a few times rings through the room, over the orchestra.

It's an infectious laugh that sends an odd feeling to my gut.

My hands drop from Lacy's waist and my eyes travel, looking for Paisley.

When I see her I'm furious. What the fuck.

Some guy has his arms wrapped around her grinning as she laughs.

Who the fuck is this dude touching my wife?

Without thinking I immediately make my way over to her.

When she sees me she puts on a grin.

"Hey, Hubby!"

Answering her with a growl, I pull her out of this scrawny guy's arms and claim her lips with mine.

It's fast and rough, I don't wait for her permission when I shove my tongue into her mouth.

I know I've surprised her because her entire body tenses and she almost falls over.

Her hand comes up to my hair and she pulls it trying to keep her balance.

I have no clue what's happening to me but I don't stop. I don't want to. Part of me is surprised she's not pushing me away but I don't dwell on it for too long.

A moan escapes my throat and it shatters whatever trance Paisley has fallen into. When she pulls away, we're both breathing heavily and Paisley looks horrified.

Well, that was...

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