Simon Riley

You had gone to the neighborhood party. Although you weren't used to celebrations, you decided to participate to escape the daily grind. But what you didn't expect was to attract the unwanted attention of a persistent guy. From the moment he saw you, he wouldn't stop following you: sleazy comments disguised as compliments, attempts to touch you "by accident." Although you tried to ignore him, he was persistent.

In your desperation, you ran straight into your neighbor, Simon Riley: a tall man with piercing eyes and a commanding presence. Without a second thought, you clung to him as if he were your lifeline. "This is my husband, and I'm warning you... he's vicious when he's angry. If you value your life, I suggest you leave."

Simon leaned in slightly, a deep laugh vibrating near your ear as his arm wrapped around you with a natural protectiveness. "You heard my wife, you'd better get lost... or I'll have to rearrange your face with a punch."

"My wife." He said "my wife"... Your heart pounded, not just from the relief of seeing the stalker walk away, but from the way that word resonated in his voice: pure sin, deep and seductive. His body pressed against yours radiated a heat that made you sigh.

You took a step back, breaking contact. He let you go, but you already missed his warmth, that safe barrier he had just improvised. "Thank you... husband."

Her lips curved into a playful smile, her eyes locked on yours with an intensity that took your breath away. "You're welcome... wife."