I played some games of Poker with my dad and uncles, my mom taking Victoria on an excursion.

"Was everything you said true?" My uncle, Mark, asked.

"Of course." I sipped my wine.

"I've never seen a man kneel before a woman before." He frowned, confused.

"You've never seen a man truly happy." I shrugged.

"True." He laughed and they all did as well.

It was true, traditionally, proposals were done in private as they should, and when they're announced the man does it standing, he doesn't kneel.

I was the man who believed kneeling before a woman was insane. But that was because I anticipated my wife to be shopping 24/7.

I broke the tradition.

A lot of my men came over, taking up free seats, a lot of their girlfriends or dates standing beside them.

Each of them looked like they were living their best life, touching up on the men who bought them expensive dresses.

This is why we did Queen Throning's.

Because so many women want the money but can't handle the heat.

But not my baby.

My mom walked over, standing behind my dad as women usually did.

"Where's Victoria?" I asked her.

"She broke her heel so I got her new ones." She smiled, her hands on my dads shoulders.

"I appreciate that." I nodded.

I knew she was coming over when everyone was looking away from the game.

"Isn't she pretty?" My dad smiled.

Most of the people hummed except for the girlfriends of the men. They were never happy seeing a woman better than them.

She placed the strappy heels in my lap.

"Do you mind?" She whispered in my ear from behind me.

"Of course not." I shook my head and spread my legs as she stood on my side, using my shoulder as balance.

She placed her left foot between my open legs, on the chair.

I lifted her calf, the skin silk as I buckled it, doing the same for her other foot.

"Thank you." She set her foot down.

I felt honored. My companion was here, beside me, making me a better man.

Her hand settled on my shoulder and she squeezed it lightly.

"Ladies do you mind? We're in the middle of a game." My father looked at them all except mine.

"Of course." My mother kissed his cheek before leaving.

Some of the girls waited for Victoria, expecting her to walk away.

"I didn't excuse my daughter, you all must be on your way." He ushered.

They left, she stayed, her grip not even loosening in confusion of her role.

I smiled, pride rolling over me.

"You can take my seat angel." My father offered.

"Please, I'm alright, you keep your seat." She shook her head.

I touched her hand, pulling her to my side.

I moved my hand into the slit of her dress, my arm wrapping around her thigh.

"Respectful woman. A good trait." My uncle said and she hummed, bowing her head slightly.

I knew that was the most they'd get from her.

"Excuse me, the game was nice but I'd like to attend my wife." I stood and they all nodded, my dad giving me the biggest smile I'd ever seen. I smiled back, taking her hand in mine as I left.

"You didn't have to leave. We go home together, you don't get to see them everyday." She frowned.

"I want to be with you." I told her and she smiled.

"And I don't want to leave you alone. Our last one wasn't so good when I did." I chuckled without humor.

"Alright, well is there anyone you want to see? I don't wanna keep you from-"

I shut her up, my lips slamming onto hers in an urge to stop her rant.

Her hands immediately fisted my dress shirt.

"Wow." She whispered when I pulled back.

I knew people caught it and watched but I didn't care.

"I want to be with you. If I wanted to surround myself with players and women this wouldn't be happening. So please, just stop worrying." I grabbed her chin and she nodded.

"If that's the case, then there's a bathroom, and I'm wearing no panties-"

I pulled her through people, immediately making my way to the bathroom and trying to control the way my mouth was salivating.

"Wait, you're not messing with me are you?" I asked her.

"No my love." She shook her head.

"Fuck." I groaned, pounding on the locked door.

I heard a girl moan and I hit it harder.

"Get the fuck out!" I yelled, silence in there as the door opened and a man and woman came out.

"Nasty fucks." I sneered at them, yanking her into the bathroom with me. She laughed.

"Aren't we doing the same-"

"Shhh. You're actually hot it's different." I locked the door.

"Not really-"

"Please baby? Please please please." I whined and she smirked.

"There's my husband that I know and love." She winked.

"I want your pussy so bad." My hands cupped her boobs, one of them sliding up and clutching her throat in a kiss, forcing a moan from her.

"Lift up my dress then." She bit her lip, I noticed how her lipstick smeared and I touched my lips.

"Oh." I looked at her and she smiled.

"Do you want to stop? Is it too unprofessional for you?" She pulled up her dress, everything I wanted right there.

"No." I knelt down, my hands clutching the backs of her thighs.

"Then make me cum." She whispered.