"Don't be long, okay?", John glanced at his wristwatch, "I'll pick you up in two hours". Price parked the car outside the beautiful restaurant where your friend's birthday party was being held.

Your relationship was mildly domineering on his part. No arguments or yelling, just his confident and unwavering gaze and voice that made you obey unquestioningly. Whether it was a professional deformation or a personality trait is unknown, but John had to be in charge everywhere. You may not agree with it, even though you already do it 24/7, but a man just revels in your behavior. To "little tantrums," as he himself calls acts of defiance on your part, Price has long been accustomed. The poise of a man, the ability to make you listen and heed his opinions, is what you've been looking for in a guy for so long.

John's overbearing comment about you being allotted a certain amount of time to celebrate, and on top of that, so minuscule, made your blood boil.

"Who do you think you are?! I'll decide when you should pick me up!" the man's eyes glittered as he listened to your ranting. John knew what argument you were going to make right away, so he grinned, "And anyway, unless I have a ring on my finger, your opinion doesn't count!" you pointed to the ring finger of your left hand, completely confident that the man wouldn't argue with that and would agree with you.

Suppressing a laugh, John pulled the engagement ring out of his breast pocket, took your hand and put it on your finger, bringing your hand to his lips and leaving a gentle kiss. You were his woman, and there was no chance of turning away now.

"You have two hours to have fun, don't forget."