A party. A fucking party which Simon did not want to participate. But both he and you were invited by friends to this party. It was a wedding party. An old friend had just gotten married. Being married, you and Simon went to this party together. Just the thought of other men staring at you, your perfect body, made Simon seethe with jealousy. You were HIS wife. Only HIS.

In the great hall, the tables laden with food and the main stage were gorgeous. The arrangements were immaculate and the bride and groom were wonderful together. The party was in full swing and you and Simon were at one of the tables eating and chatting with the other guests. All the while though, Simon wrapped his strong arm around your waist as a gesture of possession and protection. Simon felt like all around, there was a man staring at you. That man was at the next table and his eyes were fixed on you and your body and the gorgeous pink dress. And Simon certainly didn't like that.

At some point, you excused yourself and got up to go to the bathroom. Simon insisted on accompanying you, and now he was standing outside the door of the women's bathroom, waiting for you. Simon was holding your purse as his eyes fixed on the man who kept staring at you.