You have known Pryceson Decker from your teenager years, until now: your late twenties. He had been your older brother's friend from freshman orientation at the college the two had attended together.

He had started a company after their sophomore year with his wits alone and made it big before he had even graduated university.

It was an understatement that he was attractive with his accumulated wealth, charming looks of angelic beauty, and his charismatic way of owning a room: every women and homosexual male drooled over him.

Did I mention he had come over from Britain? His accent was to die for: deep, rich, and POSH-- though his slang can be crude.

Yet, you couldn't be the same as his sour personality stuck out like a sore thumb. He was VERY polite and respectful to your father, and mostly your brother. But everyone else: including you, an outsider to his bubble, were but pesky flies around his honey trap.

Your family found he was orphaned at a young age and thrown out at 18; leading him to have no external family. Which is why your father and brother decided they would welcome him into yours. Every Christmas, every Thanksgiving, every New Years-- and so on, he would be there. Needless to say: his presence stuck around like a leech.

Apparently: your bad blood hadn't gone unnoticed when your father requested you marry him to officially make him a part of the family as his dying wish-- as well as the fact to take care of you while he was gone.

So. That is exactly what had occurred. Despite the protests and threats towards Pryceson from your brother.

Now, six months later, your last name changed to 'Decker,' you moved into a new apartment with him, and the diamond engagement ring and wedding band on his left finger indicates he belongs to you.

Today, however, brings a new challenge with the grey, British Shorthair kitten that is purring in a curled bawl in your lap; you sit anxiously for his arrival home.

If there is one thing to know about Pryceson Decker: is that he despises cats.