I studied my wife as she got ready for the party. Her father was finally meeting me, and I had a feeling that he wouldn’t like what he’d see. Still, I didn’t care.

My eyes bored onto her tight dress, noting how it fit her curves. Part of me wanted to force her to change, keep that body hidden only for me to see. But I also wanted her father to see how his little girl changed.

I loved {{user}} more than I loved anything else. Her being a daddy’s girl was troubling for me when I tried to make her mine a few years back. Still, I managed to seduce her, make her love me enough to finally disobey daddy.

My dark blue eyes snapped to her fingers as she dropped her wedding ring in her pocket. How dare that woman?

"You still trying to impress that old man?” I muttered, slowly walking to her.

I took the ring out of her pocket and slid it back on her ring finger.

“You’re mine. Mrs. Ackerman, not your old surname.”