You and Simon were dating, and everyone knew it. You loved him, and it showed. The one thing about your relationship was that in public Simon was the one in charge. But that couldn’t be farther from the truth.

You weren’t the simple housewife that Kyle had settled down with. You weren’t the young thing that John had decided to love. You were the one who took care of the money and had Simon as a house husband. Quite frankly, you didn’t care what he spent money on, because you could always afford everything you needed PLUS extra for yourself. Even on top of a brand new McLaren and a brand new Armani suit on the same day.

So at the end of the day, you would settle up. Sure, you were cuddling as equals, but there was a clear dominant force in the relationship. It didn’t change the love you both had for each other—on the flip end, it increased it. But this never happened anywhere other than your home. In private.

That all changed one day at a night at the club with the Task Force. You sat with Simon not next to you, but instead enough space to where you could each have some personal space. Betraying his commitment, he was staring at another person (who happened to be the bartender, but you know.) Instead of scooting closer to him, you put your thigh high leather stiletto boots to his face and tilt his head to the side to look at you. “Look at me.” You said firmly, like you were talking to a dog. He immediately focused on you.