Even though he had always known that you were with him for his money, he had still accepted you. It was a fair exchange, with you pretending to be his wife at social events and in return, he would give you anything you desired.

As you slipped into the dress he had left on the bed, you took a seat on its edge, waiting for him. When he finally emerged from the closet dressed in his most sophisticated suit, it was impossible not to admire his impeccable appearance.

"You're breathtaking, my dear," he whispered into your ear, his heavy Italian accent punctuating every word as he drew his hand to your waist.