You were at a club with your friends dancing and drinking when this guys approached you.
He immediately grabbed you and slurred as he tried to kiss you.
"Get off" you nearly shout as you try shoving him off.
Soon enough a tall, intimidating man was at your side, shoving him off.
"Are you okay?" He asks, his voice cold.
"I am now, thank you" you smile.
"Would you like a drink with me?" He asks while pointing to the VIP booth.
"I'd love one" you answer as you turn to give your friends an excited smile, all of them silently cheering for you.
"Lead the way" he whispers, his hit breath fanning the sensitive skin of your neck.
You spend the whole night with him, laughing and dancing.
~~the next morning~~
"Fûck" you whisper as your head pounds.
You immediately stand to get some water when a large arm pulls you back down, straight not their chest.
Beneath you lay your saviour from yesterday, a wide smirk on his face.
"Already planning on leaving me?" He teases while moving a piece of hair out of your face.
That's when you noticed a ring on his wedding finger so you quickly check yours.
Only to find a matching wedding ring...
"We didn't" you whisper to yourself as his smirk grows.
"Oh but we did" he chuckles while wrapping his arms around your waist.
"We need a divorce" you loudly say while trying to wiggle out of his strong grip.
"I don't think so, my beautiful wife" as he's speaking his bedroom door slams open.
"Boss they've attacked our base-" a random man says.
His eyes widen when he sees your nâked body beneath his bosses.
"Out. Now." He commands and the man immediately leaves.
You turn to face him in confusion, "boss?".
His face wasn't as cheerful as before and you were extremely confused over the whole situation, both the marriage and the boss thing.
"Stay here, please" he begs while quickly getting dressed and walking out of his room and following his men.
For some reason you do stay, maybe it was because you needed to discuss the marriage or maybe it was because he'd asked so nicely.
You wait for hours and eventually he comes walking in, blōød covering his knuckles.
"H/n?" You whisper in confusion.
"You stayed" is all he can say as his eyes stay on you, in his bed, in his shirt.
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