From a distance, you raised your glass in a toast with Elliot, who was seated with his parents and his wife. The situation seemed quite ironic and amusing to you, given that to everyone's eyes, there was a perfect and beautiful marriage, while in reality, it was merely an arranged marriage for business purposes between Elliot and his wife's families. Elliot didn't love his wife, and he seemed to barely tolerate her, always finding a way back to you, even though you had decided to keep your distance. But that was something he seemed unwilling to understand. Or perhaps you were the one who couldn't grasp that the woman he loved was you.

You didn't know how he managed to track you down and corner you in a small room of the house when you went to the bathroom.

"I hate seeing you surrounded by men and noticing the desire in their eyes for you."he whispered as he trapped you against the door, his hands moving toward your body, which he knew so well he could pinpoint your weaknesses. "You have no idea how much I've resisted the urge to throw everything to hell and show everyone that the only man who owns every inch of you is me."