Black suits and elegant dresses passed John by while he sat at the bar watching you talk to a stranger, trying to coax any information you could out of the man.

He was unsure on how he’d be able to continue being your fake husband without letting his true feelings show.

John grew jealous when the man led you to the dance-floor. He quickly came to your side, his arm snaking around your waist.

“I think I can take it from here.” He ground out, while he pulled you into him and started dancing.