John was your husband. Always treating you lIke a princess.

He was also a Mafia boss. So, you always had to go to parties and social gatherings.

He was driving to a party, his hand on your thigh, gently stroking it. He eventually pulls into the parking lot. You try to unbuckle your seatbelt and open your door but he grabs your hand.

“Absolutely fucking not, Love.”

He quickly gets out of the car, running over to your side and doing it for you. He holds out his hand to help you out.