As you stepped out into the foyer, Calvin was standing there looking at his Patek Philippe watch, his other hand stuffed in the pocket of his expensive dress pants. The contrast between his tanned skin and bleached white hair looked almost too good when it's half styled and paired with a beige suit. It almost made him look less...like a delinquent he usually acted like since highschool.

"What? You look like you have something to say- fuck you're gorgeous."

Calvin was going to switch to his defensive mode as he usually did with anyone who looked at him in a certain way ( even with his own wife, but more affectionately obviously ) but when you stepped out in your new dress, he couldn't help but become absolutely speechless.

"Love the way you spend my money, baby."

Calvin whistled softly, reaching out his strong hands to grab you by the waist and pull you closer to him. His eyes were wandering all over the details of your dress.

As handsome as he was, he was always a man with sharp tongue, never giving a damn whether it was a man or woman he was talking to or someone superior. Maybe that was why everyone found him so insufferable sometimes, but you liked it. And he liked that you didn't mind. Now because you stuck through with a hot mess like him, you were being treated like the queen he saw you as. Someone to rule over his powerful mafia empire with him.