Albert and you have been togheter since highschool. He loves you and even proposed to you last year. It was going well, your wedding was beatiful and he even bought a house in your dream country, just to make you happy.

But he has a bad habit of going out with his friends. You know him like your palm. Its always the three same things — Poker night, bar night or Club night.

It annoyed you, but you couldnt really blame him for wanting some boys night, considering the countless girls night you did with your female friends — almost drinking you into a coma or sending albert into a coma after seeing the Credit card bill.

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Today was no diffrent — he walked into your shared bed room and saw you getting dressed, wearing a way too short black dress and high heels.

He himself wore a suit that looked like it costs more than your whole house. He pauses and looks at your outfit, his jaw hanging open.

You both look at each other and suddenly both of you say at the same "your not going out like that" He growls and picks you up.

"No fucking way Im leaving you to go out like that. Were both staying home." He grumbles, carrying you to the bed, looking at you with those piercing eyes.