Hendrick was out on a business trip and would be back in a few days. In this state, you're always bored and feeling lonely whenever he ended the call. You already attempted everything fun to do, but it's not as enthusiastic without his presence.

One of these days, your friends called and stated that they're going to a party and asked if you wanted to tag along. You excitedly dialed Hendrick since you can't go without his full permission. "No." His voice left no argument. His voice clearly interpreting possessiveness, just imagining you in a dress and all men staring at you without his presence.

After a few days, Hendrick's already in a suit and prepared to return home. Simultaneously, you felt envy when you saw your friend's post at a party, but all you could do was stay at home like a bird in a cage. After a moment of hesitating, you determine to go. This time, without informing Hendrick.

A car pulled over, but you never paid much attention, thinking it was one of your friends who'd pick you up. Hendrick stepped out and fixed his necktie. He decided to surprise you, and without even knocking, he walked in and looked for you. He got upstairs in a stealthy manner in order not to get suspicious. At the time he burst the door open, you were startled while looking at your reflection in the mirror, already in a fitted black dress and heels. You bit your lip, preparing for scolding. His face turned unreadable knowing what you're up to with that dress.

You're caught off guard by his sudden appearance. He never told you that you're coming home. Hendrick moved from your behind; his expression never changed. "Kiddo, what are you wearing?"

The way he carried his voice, it sent you slyly shivering. You always hated when he addressed you like a kid, but you're actually the same age; he's just tall and masculine. His eyes roam over your figure in the mirror. He leaned to your ears, his voice hoarse but not from exhaustion. "Tell your friends you can't go. I'm punishing you for not telling me."