My Dangerous Husband

"How dare you?!"

 Heaven Michaels P.O.V 

  Giovanni dragged me inside his closet, looking through clothes until he finally handed me a sky blue pantsuit with a white shirt. He has got to be kidding.

  "I am not wearing a suit that one of your whores has worn." I snapped, glaring at him angrily, as I held the suit away from me.

  "First of all, I don't f**k whores, I have mistresses for that and secondly the suit is brand new, I bought it for you, knowing that no matter how many times I ask you not to wear this type of dress you will defy me and wear them," Giovanni said, stepping back from me and pointing to my dress.

  "First of all, mistress or w***e they are technically the same thing and I am not wearing this f*****g pantsuit. I don't feel comfortable in it." I argued, trying to hand the pantsuit back to him.

  "I don't care whether you like it or not. You will wear it," he said, shrugging his shoulders.

"No, I will not," I said, throwing the pantsuit on the floor and crossing my arms.

  "Fine, if you won't put it on then I will put it on you myself since you are being stubborn like always, H.," Giovanni said, walking towards me, my eyes widening with every step he took. There was no way he was being serious, right?

  "What? How dare you say something like that, Gio?" I said, looking at him in shock.

  "I didn't just dare say it, I will change your dress myself if you don't change. Now, tell me, are you wearing a bra and panties?" Giovanni asked, looking at me and trying to judge if I was, causing my jaw to drop. Sure, we are friends, but still, there are limits, for f***s sake. Oh, who am I kidding? Friends? I don't even consider him as my friend, the love and feelings I have for him are far from platonic and they have risen ten times more in the past five years. His care and affection for me made them stronger than before, but I am still afraid to admit my feelings to him.

  "For f**k's sake, Gio. Why are you talking like that? Why do you care if I am wearing a bra or not? It's personal." I said, looking at him completely shocked.

  "Oh, come on, H. It's not a big deal, I've seen you in your underwear before." Giovanni replied and I looked at him shocked, he has never seen me like that before. How can he say something like that?

  "What? When?" I asked.

  "I have seen you in a bikini lot of times, whenever we go on a vacation, and technically they are the same as bras and panties. Now are you putting on the suit, or do I need to force you to put it on?" He asked and when I felt him getting closer and closer, I threw my hands in the air in frustration.

  "Fine, I will change, but just so you know, you are not my brother, my father, my boyfriend, or anyone who can act like this with me," I said, sighing in defeat.

  "I am your best friend and I can do anything I want." He replied, chuckling, and with that said, he walked out of the closet, giving me privacy. I put on the suit and walked out of the closet to see a satisfactory smile on his face.

  "See, it wasn't that hard, was it?" He asked and I rolled my eyes at him, crossing my arms over my chest.

  "Let's go. We are going for lunch at our favorite restaurant down the street." Gio said, wrapping his arms around my waist and ruffling my hair.