Kory
The death glares from my sisters as I walk into Aimee’s Boutique are almost laughable. None of them speak to me; they just glare. I shake my head before grabbing Aimee’s arm without a word and dragging her out of there.
Yeah, I know, pretty low dragging my wife out like that, but she’s mine, and I’ll do what I want with her. No matter what others think. It’s out there now. Everyone knows about us; it’s too late for me to take it back. Not that I want to.
Aimee doesn’t fight me at all; she comes along silently. She knows fighting me would be futile right now. I lead Aimee to my car; she climbs into the passenger seat and quietly buckles up.
I’m about to do something that’s probably really fu.cking stupid, but I have to make her understand that she’s mine, and I will not let her go
